Chapter 3
"Hey Monica, since you'll probably want to check out the 'architecture' (insert mini eye roll here) why don't I take little Chrys here for ice cream?" "Sure, do whatever you want" she said, already (as my dear godfather had predicted) checking out the antique columns that supported the door frame. She'd always wanted to be an architect, but since it pays even less than working in a store she had to drop her dream. So, glad to get away from what might've become a whole 'nother lesson on the Greek column styles etc, etc, blah, blah, snore, I jumped in Uncle Larry's green Lamborghini (convertible!! So cool!!) tied my hair back and told Uncle Larry to step on it
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Strawberry ice cream with peanut butter sauce, hot fudge, bananas and marshmallows. Excuse me while I go barf! But that (sadly) was the basis of my uncles diet when it comes to ice cream. But that wasn't what was bugging me, even though the smell of that thing was definitely a nightmare; there was something wrong with this new house, and I was going to find out what it was.
"So uncle Larry" I said, pushing away my ice cream "how come that house was free?" "what are you talking about?" "well, Onyx is a little, jam-packed town . Im guessing the people here wouldn't be abandoning that house unless there was something seriously wrong with it" I thought for a moment "like a ghost story" I finished, getting a sickening gut feeling that I was on the right track. My uncle stared hard at me until I was squirming under his scrutinizing. "Well don't just stare at me, are ya gonna tell me or not?" I snapped, breaking the tension. "Well" he said, sighing in defeat "we never could keep anything from you Chrys. You remember reading about those old time-y guys who wooed their girls with flowers and crap?" I grinned at his description and nodded "well that's part of the story. The people here back then were mega religious freaks and didn't like anyone who wasn't. Then one day, an Italian family moved here, to your house actually, and he was, like, protestant or something" "and? Is that the reason? That he was a different religion?" "Shush and listen!" he scolded "sorry..." I muttered "anyway, they were basically treated like outsiders" Uncle Larry continued "They were a family of four, two boys and the parents. One of the neighborhood girls named Anabelle Green fell in love with the younger boy, and they dated for a while. They say they were inseparable, like soul mates. But one day one of the neighbors, the son of the town Mayor, named Roberto, got tired of living around false believers. He was drunk, and he grabbed his father pistol and shot the youngest boy three times in the chest. Anabelle was hanging out with his family that day in their house, and the kid, Alejandro I think was his name was pulling up in front of the house. He was going to propose to her" my uncle said, you could see he was trying not to cry, which would be funny if I wasn't having the same reaction to the story. "Wait, you said he was gonna propose. Weren't they a little young?" "Oh it was like 1964, they were seventeen and you know how the whole 'getting married way early' was a common fad'" said Uncle Gary, irritated "Can I finish my story now?" he snapped, glaring at me "yes sir" I said, wow uncle Gary can be scary. Tee-hee that rhymes LOL. I stopped my mental babble and tuned into reality again. "Well, as I was saying, he was going to propose to her and he got out of the car, stood outside and called her. Everyone came out; he got down on one knee and BAM! Three holes in his chest and a big bloody mess for his mom to clean up!" he grinned at his humor, I just stared at him until he twitched and continued "Uh... yeah, well um- it was funny for me!" he protested indignantly "just get on with it!" I yelled, shocking him into obeying. "Here's when the legendy stuff comes in; they took him into the house and tried to cure him but he lost too much blood. The last thing he did before he died was promise Anabelle that he wouldn't stop until he found her again and married her, and until he got revenge for his death. Anabelle became depressed, and after supposedly trying to communicate with the 'other world spirits' was declared a witch and some psycho lady even tried to burn her. She disappeared and was never heard of again. But people assume that since the boy died inside the house, its haunted with his spirit, or soul or whatever. So no one lives there" he finished, giving me a 'what can I do' shrug. "And of ALL the houses we could live in, dad picks the haunted one. Gr-eat" I mumbled sullenly. I mean, I don't believe half of that bullpoo but still... plus in my new school I don't wanna be known as 'the girl who lives in the freak house'. Wouldn't that be a loverly start to the year? Note the sarcasm. Feeling exhausted at this new knowledge, plus all the moving stress, I finished my more normal mint chocolate chip sundae and asked to be taken home, with lots of pleases and 'thank you for the ice cream's at the end. All I wanted to do was throw myself on my bed at home, but I actually hadn't put up the bed frame yet. Making a mental note to do that as soon as I get to my room, I hopped out of uncle Larry's car, said thank you for about the MILLIONTH time (thank you very much), and ran into what I guess I had to call my house. Running past the kitchen so I wouldn't have to give a step-by-step of how it went (plus I didn't want to tell my mom about the whole ghost thing just yet) and making to my room. It was confusing. There were so many doorways but I finally figured out that my room is the one next to the attic hatch. Can you say creepy?! "shit" I muttered under my breath when I looked around my room which was covered in an endless amount of boxes. "Yeah, you've got some heavy duty work before ya'" said a voice. The voice was just deep enough to be a teenager, but you could tell it was a boy and he was around the young adult age. It was smooth and deep and rich. It also scared me pooless. And as I looked up at the source of the voice, wondering who the hell it was and thinking about getting some burglar alarms I spotted him. He was floating in a corner of the room, almost transparent (quite literally) dressed in a faded black sporty suit that was covered in blood. He was holding three things. A bouquet of white roses. A knife, which for some reason didn't scare or surprise me. But the last one was the strangest.
He was holding a wedding ring.
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WHOO!! Ok so I tried to make this chapter way longer than the others and I hope you guys like it! It was mostly explaining the legend and stuff so you get an idea of were im going from here. Of course there will be curveballs. I have a mega ginourmoustastical curveball planed actually muahahaha ;) so any criticism?? Things you want to change?? Pm me or just comment. Be sure to comment vote fan, or be a rebel (with a cause) and do ALL 3! Lol
P.s. im entering this story in the watty awards so I really appreciate support! LOL a lot! Its good for u [;
~corii13
