Paranoia || ✔

a w f u l d r e a m s

1995

"In 1946, a man with the name of Harold Kingston built this magnificent house for his wife, Leigh Anne Kingston. He finished it in 1952, costing him millions of dollars. They were deeply in love, until she found out what he did with their baby boy, James. Rumor has it, that he cut off James' arms, legs, head, each finger and toe and made it into some sort of killing creature. He took the organs and put them in glass containers and kept them on the shelf. She went searching through the house and ended up in the basement. She turned so many corners, she thought she was lost but then she saw the lab. The one where her husband would tear apart innocent human beings. She screamed, cried, broke down and became weak. Her husband found her and she pounded on his chest yelling, "You asshole! You murdered my son! You murderer!" He took her wrists and squeezed, looking at her. He still had on his lab coat, painted in James' blood. "Let go of me, you monster!" She screams, he tries to calm her down. "Leigh, I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to find out this way." He says.

"She looked at him with teary eyes. Rage and sadness boiled inside her like the tea kettle upstairs. He let go of her and she ran upstairs. She walked slowly to the table stand that held a gun. She heard Harold coming upstairs and she hid it behind her dress. He was wasted, she knew that. He always had a bottle of whiskey by his side at all times, she never knew where he was hiding at. Now that she knew, she had to put an end to it. He comes to her and she put the gun to his head. Beads of sweat poured down his face as she said "I always knew you were up to something. I need you to stop," and she pulled the trigger. Right after she killed him, she put the barrel of the gun in her mouth, squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the trigger. Till this day, their bodies still linger in this house." Hayden says. The fire is the only light in the house. It's nearly eleven o'clock. I punch her shoulder, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, right. Whatever. How do you know that for sure?" I ask, crossing my arms. She rolls her eyes, "Everyone knows that story. This is probably one of the most famous houses in the world." "Well do I have a story for you guys then." Ava says, her eyes widened.

"In 1975, two boys walked through the gates in front of the abandoned house. Blonde hair and blue eyes on one, and on the other, blonde hair and green eyes. They look alike, maybe brothers. "I wouldn't go in there." The little girl said, standing behind a bush. The two boys mocked her, laughing and rolling their eyes at her. "You're gonna regret it." She said, not caring about what they think of her. She was a small child, with big brown eyes, her brown curly hair in two pigtails on each side of her head. Her yellow little dress is covered in dirt, along with her white dress up shoes. Her mother certainly wouldn't approve, but she wouldn't care. Her mother was a bitch. Aileen Walker, was her name. An only child in a big lonely world. Every morning, she would stand behind that bush, watching the old mansion. The for sale sign swayed in the wind as she watched the person in the window on the third floor.

The boys laughed at her again and go into the house carrying baseball bats and flashlights. The girl stayed where she always was, shaking her head in disappointment. The boys looked throughout the house, kicking things around, breaking things. They shatter the third floor window, the one Aileen always looked at. The glass flies out the window and onto the lawn. They run down stairs, smashing things as they went. The one with blue eyes went down into the basement and looked around. "Jackson!" The boy shouted as he stared at the glasses that contained little James' organs. He went around the corner and someone jumped out at him. He screamed a very high pitched scream and got dragged away. The person, or thing, took a knife and stabs him to death, blood gushing everywhere. Over and over again until his heart stopped. Jackson came down to see what was going on and saw the boy and the murder covered in blood. Aileen's voice echoed in his mind, "You're gonna regret it you're gonna regret it." He screamed and the knife being stabbed into his body was the last thing he ever saw. 

Aileen's mother finds her and escorts her away, saying, "Come on Aileen. Go home." Aileen obeyed her mother's order, saying, "I told them they'd regret it."" When she finishes that story, we hear something shatter in the other room. Everyone grabs their flashlights and stands up. Lois goes first, Hayden second, Ava third, me fourth, and Carlene last. We look around the room and Lois disappears. Panic rushes through me. "Lois!" Hayden shouts then she starts to scream. She gets dragged away and the rest of us run. My heartbeat is fast and my legs are numb. Someone yanks me back and I see Carlene and Ava run across the street, leaving me, Hayden and Lois behind. I watched Carlene get hit by a car and I scream out her name as somebody drags me back into the house. The person doesn't stop. A hit and run. The door closes and I hear Ava's distanced screams. 

I look around the house and I trip over something, or somebody. I bend down and look closely and I see Lois' face scratched and her body is covered in blood. I try to scream for help but nothing comes out. I put my hand up to my mouth to muffle some of my sobs. I look up and the last thing I see is an ax piercing through my body and a face I know all too well. Hayden's.

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I sit up, gasping for air and awake in darkness. I don't even know who those girls are, or why I keep having this nightmare every night, or why it takes place in 1995. It is currently 2016 and I wasn't even born in 1995. This dream always takes place in this dark, creepy house. I started having this dream since a couple months ago. I remember exactly what everybody looks like, the time setting, everything. One night I searched the house and everything about it is true, which scares me a lot.

I lay my head back on my pillow and soon drift off into another round of nightmares from a house I've never been to.