Amos Erin Coy

Chapter Two

"Here we are Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?" a strapping young fellow asked Amos.

"No no...I'll be....quite fine..." Amos whispered as he looked around the estate he was supposed

 to call home. To be sure, it was a fine place at one time, but at this stage in its life spiderwebs 

covered the ceilings, dust piled itself upon every surface it could find, and the bushes had 

become overgrown, giving the large house an eerie look.

The young man waited anxiously, nervously wondering whether or not he should stay and help 

move the man in. He decided to leave, for the house gave him a chilling feeling throughout his 

bones. He knew the story behind this property. It was a while ago, probably around the late 

eighteenth century when it happened. A young couple had just moved in, fresh out of their 

honeymoon, completely oblivious to the world they had been unceremoniously thrown into. 

The house was new then. In fact, it was considered the prize of the town....that is until the 

noises started.

They started out practically nonexist. No one even noticed them. At first, they were simply a 

creaking sound here and there. Of course, the logical explanation would be that the house was 

settling or perhaps a tree had brushed against it. Little did anyone suspect the true reason, nor 

should anyone. It is not very often you have demons living in your house.

The couple didn't last long, only about three years. No one knows what happened to them, even 

the investigators were left stumped at their mysterious deaths. No apparent wounds or even 

signs of poison were found on the bodies. Two young, healthy people dying randomly? No, this 

was more than an earthly power.

Of course, Amos knew none of this. Thank goodness he didn't, because without him, the house 

would never become what is it today.

Amos slowly shuffled up the long, winding driveway. Part of what he liked most about the house 

was that there was no neighbors to complain or to be gossiped about in their merciless arms. 

There was no telephone, something Amos deeply appreciated. Perhaps by this point you are 

wondering why Amos left his cheery home for what seems to be like an old dump... the answer 

is simple: because he wanted to be released from his past and the joyful memories his home had 

offered him. At least, that's what he told those few people curious enough to dabble in Amos's 

affairs. No one knows why Amos truly let, but perhaps this is why his story is the most 

important.

Amos's weary eyes gazed at the front door from under his bushy eyebrows that had been in 

need of extensive trimming since the day his wife passed. He released a sigh and pulled the 

handle of the creaking door which would bring him the most memorable, and last page of his 

life.

Truth be told, Amos had never even seen the house, he had no interest. Simply because he was 

to live in it was no cause to love or even to get to know it. Amos dragged his feet across the cold, 

wooden floor. It creaked under his weight. He closed his eyes and breathed in the new scent of 

the house. His shoulders curled behind him as his chest lifted up feeling the labored effort of 

breathing. He slowly lowered himself into his familiar chair and lowered his head into his hands. 

He sharply inhaled tensed his abdomen as it quivered. He knew the feeling. In fact, everyone has 

felt this feeling: sadness. He also prepared himself for the next stage of grief, water. The water 

gathered on his sagging eyes and began their steady journey down the rough face of a man who 

had seen the things people have nightmares about. He raised his head and released a choking 

sob. He never wanted to move.