Suicide House

Chapter 2

These fucking hoes! These idiotic pieces of feces!

This screamed 90s horror movie with a passion. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Michael Meyers or Freddy fucking Kruger wasn't there. I was honestly surprised when I didn't see anything.

The lady looked so relieved. "Excellent! Here's some final paperwork. . ."

I couldn't take their ignorance anymore, I walked to the backyard where I counted silently in my head. Sure I didn't believe in ghost or anything paranormal, but I was a skeptical on the chances of their actually being any ghosts. Either way, this was so ridiculous.

"Hello, there."

I stood up straight as I saw a hot young woman in a small, teasing, tight, maid outfit. "I'm Maria Reynolds, caretaker of this property. And you are?" She placed her hands on her hips.

I couldn't speak for a few seconds.(or even) This chick was smoking hot. Short red curly hair that captured her head just right, big dark eyes that made her eyes pop, thick thighs and a slightly round figure, a cute chubby. She was also very tall, meaning the top of my head reached her nose. 

I tried to say something, but nothing came out. Oh the fucking struggles of being mute. I motioned to my throat and shook my fingers, telling her I couldn't speak.

She understood me and nodded. Oh thank god.

"Okay then, take me to your parents kid."

I winced. Parents were a touchy subject for me and James. My dad was abusive, thank the heavens he left and then my mom, the only person besides James and Aaron, who actually cared for me, died of cancer.

As we entered the house we saw Peter still talking to the lady. Something about bodies not being found or something near those lines.

"Oh and here is Miss Maria Reynolds, the maid in which comes with the house. Miss Maria these are the new owners, Peter Lytton and his cousins James and Alexander Hamilton."

"It'll be a pleasure working for you." Maria curtsied. An old, yet sweet gesture.

James went red and Peter just stared. Oh great, horny males. I sighed slightly.

"Oh! I didn't know this place came with a maid." James rubbed the back of his neck, a habit he has whenever a pretty girl was near. He's been doing that a lot since we came to New York.

"Well I'd better be off!" The other lady exclaimed, "I hope you enjoy your new home, good day." And like that, she was off. A bit too eager, I thought.

Maria winked at us all, "I'll clean up your dusty old rooms, don't be afraid to pay me a visit. . ." her voice was sultry and seductive.

Peter gulped as Maria slowly made her way up the stairs, her hips not lying. James was about to follow after Peter held him back, "We have to unpack, the truck will be here in a few minutes."

James chuckled, "Fine."

I nodded. Thank you. How long will it take until both James and Peter fuck Maria like a rabbit? I'll give it a week most likely. They were tempted easily.

The sound of a moving truck alerted us all. "Well, come on guys, the days not over yet." Peter rolled up his sleeves.

My brother and I followed his example.

We weren't rich, we didn't have that many boxes to unpack. In fact I was almost done.

I was lucky to get the room with the balcony. It was large and it gave me space to breathe. Maria did a really good job of cleaning it. Can you tip a maid?

With a tired yawn I layed down in my new bed.

I took out my phone to text Aaron.

AlexanderHamil_Ham: Sorry, I was too busy unpacking.

Aesthetic_Burrd: Nah, it's fine. So, how do you like ur new house?

AlexanderHamil_Ham: It's big. . . .

Aesthetic_Burrd: (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

AlexanderHamil_Ham: 😂 Oh fuck me.

Aesthetic_Burrd: I'd love to ;)

I put my phone down.

Did I just hear knocking? I was then greeted by a lonesome figure on the balcony.

With a soft sigh I went to check it out. Just my imagination right? I walked out to see the figure wasn't my imagination.

A teenage boy with light brown curly hair and pale, almost green, skin was smoking a cigarette. He had such a sad face. He would have been very handsome if it weren't for him being all beaten up and bloody.

"I'm sorry." The boy sniffed.

"I shouldn't be here. Peggy told me about interacting with the living. . .but I just wanted to let you know. . .i think your pretty."

I blinked only to see he was gone.