Outcast House [cashton/muke] ✔️

.14

Keep in mind, I know very little about the 60s, since I'm an early 90s baby, but do know that I'm doing my research, so it could be as accurate as possible.

Chelsea

I looked down at the picture frame that was still on the coffee table. It was a picture of my girlfriend and my two best friends. There's pictures of them all over the living room, I'm in so,e of them as well.

"So where should I begin?" I asked the boys.

"From the very beginning, as far as you can remember." The guy named Calum said.

I nodded. "That won't be hard at all, I remember everything like it happened yesterday." I said.

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I couldn't go back there, at least not right now. My own parents called me a freak, and why? Because I'm smart and could possibly go to college. You would think that my parents would be proud, but no, they so desperately want me to follow in their footsteps, which is not go to college, have over nine kids, and work at a job that isn't enough to take care of nine kids. Yes, I'm the oldest of nine kids. Both of my parents wanted a big family, and that's exactly what they got. I have six sisters and two brothers, four of them being two sets of twins and three of them being triplets.

We lived in a very poor neighborhood, being surrounded by nothing but abandon houses and filth. I had to get a job to help out with my family, because if I didn't, we wouldn't have food or clothes on our backs. I never have time for myself, I'm always catering to two 10 year olds, two 5 year olds, three 2 year olds, and a 2 month old baby. Tonight, I just needed a break.

I walked down the dark road, surrendered by tall and scary-looking trees. I almost turned around and went home, but then I would be giving in to my parents' words, and I refuse to give in to them, not anymore.

Good thing I brought a flashlight with me, since I know that the streetlights around here either don't work or don't light up as bright anymore. I turned it on and shined it down the road, so I can see where I'm going.

I've been walking for a good twenty minutes, when I shined the light on a sign, it said 'Outcast Lane'. I furrowed my eyebrows and started shining the light down the dirt pathway. I was kinda skeptical of going down there, especially at night, and it's pitch black down there, but I had this weird feeling that I should go down there. So I pushed all the fear away and went down the pathway.

It was dark and scary, I'm not even going to lie, but my curiosity was killing me. I made sure to walk really fast, just so I can see what's at the end of it and then leave. Soon, I got to the end of it and saw that there was a little green house. I furrowed my eyebrows, a bit confused as to why someone would even want to live in the middle of the woods, I know I wouldn't.

I was about to turn around and leave, when I felt this chill run up my spine. I froze and slowly turned around and saw that the door was opening. I should've ran and never come back again, but my curiosity just got even more wild. I started to slowly walk towards the house, stepping up on the porch. I shine the light in the house and stepped inside. I walked further into the house and looked around for a light. I saw a lamp and walked over to it. Surprisingly, it turned on, so does that mean someone lives here?

"Hello?" I said, loud enough for anyone to hear me. "Is anyone here?"

No answer.

"Look umm, I don't mean to trespass or just walk into your house-"

Suddenly, I heard footsteps from outside, and then saw someone running in the hands. And of course, I let out a loud scream. I was about to run, when the person spoke up.