Murder House

Shot to end it

"What did you do to them!" Henry sobbed.
Brandon didn't know what to do. Then he felt it. The emptiness. The spell worked, the spirits are gone. The house felt clear he only that lingered was Henry's negativity.
"They're gone! You can't control them anymore!" Brandon said getting up, he still felt weak as the spell had drained him.
"No no no no no!" His no's sank low then back to a scream as he was infuriated. rage engulfed him and he was going to target it at Brandon.
He walked down slowly and creepily.
"I'm gonna kill you the worst, make you suffer, make u beg me to kill you!"
Brandon felt his anger, he was petrified.
Brandon backed away, he was cornered in the basement. Henry only got closer and closer.
Brandon didn't want to tremble in fear under him. He has hope.
He threw himself at him and they both fell.
Henry grabbed Brandon by the the shoulders and threw him off to the side. Brandon managed to get up before him and run up and out of the basement.
"You really think you can run?!" He yelled.
Brandon hurt his leg from being thrown and was limping now. He went out the back, but Henry caught up. Brandon swung at him while grunting but Henry blocked his hand and in return wrapped his around Brandon's neck. His blood pulsated as he began to tighten around his neck like a snake. Brandon gasps for air and was struggling while smacking and hitting Henry. But he didn't budge, his anger was too strong.
Brandon's face turned red and slightly purple and blue. The hope broke itself from his eyes and flew out.
His struggling fell from being intense to nothing. His body was limp in his arms.
He threw Brandon's body onto the sand.
Henry grunted and stared at him.
"You little bitch. You're nothing."
He got out gun.
"And just Incase your bitch ass comes back, here's a shot to end it."
He shot him in the head and chest.
A lot...
He went back into the house and into a small closet where there were tools. He got out a shovel and went back out and started to dig a hole. A deep hole.
It took him 20 minutes. His anger lingered and helped him.
He dragged Brandon's body into the hole.
It fell, lifeless and distorted. His neck was still marked by his hands.
"You're small victory means nothing. Nothing!"
The sand fell on top of his body, piling and piling until the evidence was gone.
He turned and walked away.
Not turning back. The night was cold and the waves splashed. Henry had won again. But also lost. Everything he had done was taken away by Brandon. But now that's he's gone he can start over. He saw this as an opportunity. So it seems as though the true winner is Henry.

But maybe not for long...