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You're Gonna Die

Liam walked into his new home and the first thing he noticed was the long winding staircase

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Liam walked into his new home and the first thing he noticed was the long winding staircase. Everything looked so old and outdated to him. He sat down the boxes and decided to go to the kitchen where his mother was.

"This place looks really big," he commented, looking around the large and unorganized kitchen.

"7,000 square feet is a lot of room," Sam said nonchalantly, cutting open one of the boxes labeled KITCEN~ SILVERWARE. She listened as the dog continued to bark throughout the house then looked at him expectantly.

"I'll take Polo for a walk," he nodded, grabbing onto the dog's leash, which was thrown carelessly onto the carpet from when one of the twins decided to take him off of it. "Polo," he called for the dog, and when Polo didn't come down, he decided to go up.

Walking up the stairs took only a few seconds even though it looked like it would take years. He walked through a long, wide hallway with rooms scattered all throughout it, listening and searching for the large dog. The dogs bark lead him into a large library with old books neatly arranged onto the shelves. He bent over to hook the dog onto it's leash.

"Boo!" One of the twins scared Liam pushing him onto the ground.

"That's not funny, you jerk," he growled, looking up to see Dylan laughing.

"Come on, it was pretty funny," Dylan said, still laughing.

"Where's dumber," Liam asked, referring to Lukas.

"He's looking through some old shit in the cellar," Dylan told Liam, taking a seat in the spinning chair at the desk placed in the middle of the room.

"He wasn't afraid to go down there by himself?" Liam raised an eyebrow, getting up from the ground and dusting himself off.

"He's okay," Dylan scuffed, spinning himself around in the chair. "You taking Polo for a walk?" He stopped and looked at Liam.

"Yeah, wanna come?" Liam wondered, not really wanting to go by himself in the new town.

"Nah, I think I'm just gonna explore some more. You serious about not trying out for the football team?" Dylan asked, cutting into the conversation Liam had been having earlier with his father.

"I guess," Liam said quietly, looking at the ground.

"Bro, did you see the old mans face when you told him? He was totally pissed," Dylan smiled, thinking back to the anger filled face his father made right as the words fell from Liam's mouth.

"He should be, because I'm not trying out for the team next year either," Liam stressed, his voice become much louder.

"You're only punishing yourself, you do know that, right?" Dylan wondered, getting up from the chair to look around the room.

"Whatever," Liam breathed.

"Look at all this old junk," Dylan pointed out, dusting off the books with his hands.

"It's probably from the old owners. Dad said something about them having to leave in a hurry, so most of their stuff's still here," Liam said.

"You think anyone's died in here?" Dylan asked curiously.

"House was built in the 1800's, so I'm assuming plenty of people have," Liam answered, a little sass in his tone.

"That's weird," Dylan trembled, looking behind one of the bookcases.

"What?" Liam's face shifted into a concerned look, as he came up behind his brother to see what he was staring at.

"There's a door over here," Dylan replied, grunting while he moved the bookcase out of way. He began to jiggle the handle and Liam watched with caution.

"Don't open that!" A man yelled from behind them, causing the two boys to jump.

"Shit!" Dylan cursed.

"Who the hell are you?" Liam questioned, looking for something to use as a weapon.

"Mom!" Dylan panicked.

"Just stay where you are!" Liam ordered, picking up a paperweight that was on the desk.

"Dylan! Liam!" She ran up the stairs and searched for them.

"Someone's in the house!" Dylan told her as she entered the room frantically.

"Oh, that's Anthony! You boys scared the hell out of me!" She said, breathing heavily while letting out a light laugh.

"Could someone please explain why Anthony is in our house," Liam demanded, putting the paperweight back onto the desk.

"I'm here to work on the house," Anthony answered, smiling.

"I wish I woulda known this before, so I could've avoided sounding like a dumbass," Liam sighed, mentally beating himself up.

"No, it's okay, kid! I shouldn't have yelled at you two like that. I just didn't want you two going in there and getting hurt. There's lots of mold in there that I have to repair," he explained to the pair.

"Well, thanks for saving our lives, but I have to get going," Dylan smiled sarcastically, leaving the room.

"You taking him for a walk?" The man asked, petting the dog's head.

"Yeah," Liam bit his lip.

"Want me to come along and show you around?" Anthony looked at Liam and bit his lip.

"Yeah, that'd be great," Liam felt his lips curl into a smile. It was the first smile he had on his face since getting into the car.

••

"Do you know anything about the house?" Liam asked Anthony, as the two walked on a sidewalk through the town, Liam looking at all of the different stores as he passed them.

"Growing up, all of the kids used to tell plenty of ghost stories about the old place. During Halloween we used to go and throw eggs at it, but I wouldn't worry too much about that. Kids don't really have much energy to walk up that hill nowadays," he laughed nervously.

"Yeah, I hope I can get the energy to walk up the hill everyday." Liam also laughed. "What kind of ghost stories?" He wondered.

"They used to say that every person who used to live there went insane," Anthony told Liam, shrugging and sticking his hands in the pockets of his paint stained blue jeans.

"Insane?" Liam scuffed.

"Yeah, first it was the pile of dead rats in the closet, then it was always the constant whispering and sensation of being watched, followed by the noises of doors slamming and people running, finally things would start to go missing. After a while, those who lived in the house or those who were of importance to those who lived in the house, would turn up dead," Anthony explained.

"Was there ever any evidence?" He asked.

"Every now and then someone would die, but there was never any assurance it was linked to the strange occurrences in the house," he sighed, thinking back to all that died.

"Hey, Anthony, my mom was wondering if you could come fix our roof real quick? It's been leaking lately," a boy approached them.

"Yeah, of course!" Anthony said to the boy with blonde, curly hair. "I gotta go, but tell your dad I've inspected the entire house and will begin my job tomorrow afternoon," Anthony turned to Liam with the same smile that continuously made his heart speed up in his chest.

"Okay," Liam nodded.

The boy looked at Liam and his face fell pale. "You're gonna die," he told Liam before walking away with Anthony.

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