Chapter 1

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It was the night of October 31, 1977, and boy was it cold. Trick or Treaters were flooding the streets while I, detective Gilmore had to uncover the mystery behind house 1408, on Elm Street. The story goes a 20 year old woman killed her husband this some night years ago and nobody knew why.

She burned the house down and sought vengence for anyone, any man in particular to step foot in her house. They say she burned the house with herself in it.

The mansion, a faint brown color,with dark tinted windows, and a creaky porch spoke for itself. Its creepy vibes it gives off at night scares people away.

She killed him with an ax. Some say that mansion is cursed, but I know for a fact, theres no such things as curses, until the murders began. Over the past year ,three females have moved in that mansion, and they all died. These gruesome murders included mothers, fathers, and children. I looked at the mansion and made my way to the gapping doors of Hell. I opened the door, heart racing, as my shoes creaked across the wooden floor boards followed by children laughing in the distance. "Focus", I told myself.

There was a painted picture on the wall of the woman and her husband. I wiped off some cobwebbs, and noticed something. "This picture looks incredibly real, too real." i said to myself observing it. I noticed a few bruises on her wrist, and a tiny circular mark around her neck. "This woman has been abused" i said softly.

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