Shelter

Once upon a dark and stormy night, there was a group of five friends on their way to a summer camp, now they were a couple days early as they released from school due to the fact that the group's unchallengeable intellect left them with naught to do. These friends knew each other well and did everything together, they had a friendship that most would long for, an unbreakable bond. We shall now go into the perspective of these poor unfortunate friends.

Roddrick

"Hey guys?" I said, " this storm is getting pretty bad, i think we should find shelter until it blows over." In the passenger seat Rosa shot up at the sound of thunder "yah," she said, "that would be a good idea if there were any buildings around-." Suddenly in the distance appeared a light in a window. "You were saying?" I replied smugly smirking at her, in the back, John,jake, and leia started to laugh. As we approached the house, a black two story building with red stripes on the walls and colored windows, I felt that something was off, though i couldn't tell what.

Despite my off feeling, we all piled out of the car and rushed to the door. I rung the bell, and as we waited i noticed that there was a red axe and a chisel on the porch, but befor i had the chance to study them closely the door swung inward with a loud woosh. A man stood on the other side, he was in his mid 30s maybe 5'4 with a thick head of swirling hair his shirt had some sort of brown stain on it that I mistook for mud. "Hello," I said, "we got caught in the storm and need a place to stay, we were wondering if-" the man cut me off by raising his hand and, in a tight raspy voice, saying "everyone is welcome in my home, come in and join me in my living room." As we entered i heard the sound of jazz.

We followed him in and sat on the couch, " thank you sir," I said, "you have a lovely home." The man smiled "thank you, i built it myself over the course of several months, I chopped down the wood with the very axe that lies on my porch and mined the stone with a pick axe that broke in the most....unfortunate manner a couple days ago"He stated with a touch of sadness in his voice. "What?" I asked " Would cause a man such as yourself to live out her and build such wondrous house?" As I finished Rosa chuckled at my obvious admiration for the man. The man chuckled and replied " that is not a story for the faint of heart young ones,, But it intails the murder of my..... friend Joseph Maggio." Suddenly a feeling of dread came over me as I remembered the chisel and axe outside, I made sure to phrase my next sentence very carefully, "you had a friend who was m-murdered?"My friends, picking up on my nervousness, began to stir in their seats. The old man nodded and said, "indeed I'm surprised you haven't heard the story, as it is very well known throughout the entirety of the United States even to those not originally from New Orleans, anyways you must be very tired, and I shall take you to your overnight accommodations if you would like them?" Outside the storm cracked and roared sending down a torrent of icy rain, that had no choice but to spend the night. "I suppose overnight accommodations would be beneficial." I said with a hint nervousness in my voice, " excellent" he said with jubilance, "Follow me and I shall lead you to your rooms." Following a ways behind i whispered to Rosa "if you go to sleep you will die." She stared at me blankly and then laughed, " there is no way the axeman is dead by now it has been over a hundred years" she whispered "I don't know about that, he did claim to be a demon." I replied, "and he is leading us to a place to sleep."

"Here are your rooms," said the man, "I hope you find them...comfortable." He gestured to a row of five doors and said " you may divide up the rooms however you see fit, however i am strictly against boys and girls sharing the same room." This is the last thing that was said before we went to our separate rooms, the last thing I heard before i woke up to screaming in the night.