The Night Before All Hollows Eve

Chapter 2: The house

"A skeletal visage fell over his face, his face cast in the shadows as he griped the blade slashing downwards, blood flew in all directions giving his face an eerie look and he killed the Hunter without any remorse."

~Angel16301
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The door flung open and in the doorway stood someone with large black boots and a black checkered pants. There was silence and I was wondering if there is a weapon in his hand.

"Dave. How are you today?" My mom said in a doubtful happy tone, "Do you want some coffee?" She moved away from the hole in the desk where I was hiding and left me there to think, Who's Dave? And what does he want?

"Fine thanks. No thank you. I wanted to speak to you. It's about your daughter's friend, Randy," his voice sounded very angry and at the same time afraid, as if not wanting to lose someone close to him, "I've heard his plans for the party. It sounds very interesting and exciting, but I would not like to risk your daughter and Randy's lives." My mother stepped towards the desk and leaned against it.

"Why do you care so much about my daughter and her friend?"

"He's my son. And he is your daughter's friend. I care about my own son and his friends, but knowing that they are going to that house, is unacceptable," he slammed his fist against the doorframe, "and we all know that the house where they are going to, is bad news... You know it's haunted!"

As he said the word "haunted", I accidentally jumped up, bumping my head against the bottom of the desk. I came out from under the assaulting wooden table, rubbing my head,

"What do you mean by haunted? It can't be haunted at all, because... it's... too old and rickety. Besides we're going to party on the front yard."

"Hey! What are you doing here!? Hanna? Is this your plan on making me embarrassed?" He gave a threatening glare at my mom, "Wait a minute..." slowly turning his head to face me, "you're Jessica, right?"

He was too properly dressed up for the job he had. Long black checkered pants and a red long - sleeved buttoned shirt, with a black, and shiny, tie. As for me, I am in normal jeans and a blue t-shirt with "I am a Team person", written in pink, on it, and I wore normal sneakers. My mother is actually better dressed up than me, but less than Mr. Dave in his grand suit. She had a nice purple dress that extended to her shins and her hair was pinned into a bun. She had black glittery slippers on that made her feet look like two shiny, black crystals.

"It's nice to meet you Jessica. I'm Dave Wilkinshaw, I'm the one who runs this place. Your mother has told me allot about you," he gave a fake smile just to make me impressed, but he did the exact opposite. I wasn't impressed at all, still angry at his words, "well not everything, but..."

He stopped there and realized about what the conversation was about earlier.

"Wait a bit. I wanted to tell you that you shouldn't even go to that house. It's really a life - threatening move you will make. That place is haunted, and when you go in, there's no coming back." He paced up and down the room.

He walked towards the bookshelf, tapping his finger on the top of each book from left to right, as if counting them to see if all of them are still there. He stopped at a faded red book with a thin brown line that looks like a scratch from a knife. On the spine stood "The BFG" in a slightly aged gold. He pulled it, but it stopped at about a thirty-five degrees and gave a metallic click sound. The built in flat screen TV on the wall swung open to reveal a small compartment where a stack of newspapers were. He hurried towards the stack and searched it.

He looked like as if it was about life or death if he didn't get the right one. He then grabbed one and opened it up and looked through it with haste, then threw it back on the stack and searched again. He grabbed another one and opened it up to look it through. He paused and gestured us closer, then put his finger on one particular article.

We went to stand by his sides and saw the newspaper article. It looked a bit old, with the brown discoloration and the photos that are still in black - and - white.

The article's title read:

Terror strikes the town: Boy ripped in pieces at the Copeman's' house

And next to it, was the photo of the house, where the party was supposed to be held.

"Do you understand now why I don't want you two to go? You might experience the same fate, of that boy, of going into that house, but you will never get out."

My heartbeat raised and I couldn't breathe, the world is spinning and turning black. I see the house in front of me, pulling me closer and getting darker. The door flies open and it's pitch black inside, I struggle to break free from the force that is pulling me, but it's too strong. I'm being pulled into the house and I scream.

It's here... the house... is here.....