Regret

Chapter Two

"Wow," Peter said.

"It's so beautiful."

The outside of the mansion was run-down looking, you could tell it hasn't seen life in over 50 years.

But the inside, the inside was beautiful. It was like someone had kept it up after all these years.

I mean don't get me wrong, you could tell no one has lived here in age's, the chandelier had fallen from the ceiling, there were layers of dust covering everything, white sheets hung over old furniture that was left behind.

"So, where are we gonna set up?" Blake asked, looking around.

"How bout the basement?"

"Hell no!" Brii and I said in unison.

"Why not?" Peter asked.

"Haven't any of y'all seen horror movies?"

"Yeah everybody knows you never go in basement's or attic's, it's like horror 101," Brii said.

"Fine. How bout one of the bedrooms then?" Maria said.

"Sound's good to me," I said, walking further into the room.

"Hey what happened here again?" I asked looking around.

"Well from the tale's of the local, research and well gossip, the tale goes a man, his wife, and their two children, age's fourteen through eighteen, moved into this house after the husband comes into money, nobody's sure where the money came from, some say it was dirty money, some say a sibling died and left him money in the will, but nobody knows for sure, I mean how does a lower class family that can barely afford food be able to get this house," Blake said.

"What happened next?" Brii asked.

"Well the family lived here for about two years, worker's said the family was very nice but their only complaints about the family are that weird things were going on," Blake said.

"What kind of weird things?" Peter asked as we walked up the stairs.

"The children would talk to wall's as if something or someone was there, they would complain that the man in the black suit would keep them up at night, then the worker's said the mother owned weird book's, like witchcraft type shit,"

"Why did the workers stay then?" I asked.

"Well you gotta consider this was like fifty or so years ago, you couldn't be too picky when it came to a paying job," Michael pointed out.

"Is there more to the story or is that where the tale ends?" Maria asked.

"Oh there's more alright," Blake said.

"A few days before the family was brutally murdered, the mother was hoarded up in the attic with her creepy books, then the maid came in for her rounds and found them all dead."

"Yeah I'm regretting coming here even more now," I said looking around the second-floor hallway.

"Uh, guys."

"Yeah?"

"Where's Brii?" I asked.

"Wasn't she just here?" Peter asked.

"Brii," I yelled out.

"I found a room," she said, it sounded like she was down the hall.

"And where is this room at?" Maria asked.

"The last room on the right," she yelled back, we all walked down the hall and when we reached the doorway to the room, I saw something I wasn't prepared to see.

"Oh my God," I said covering my mouth.