Murder House

"She got checked out by people at the graveyard."

I woke up groggy from the restless sleep I had, I felt like I was being watched from everywhere in my room, making it impossible to sleep. I had covered my mirror, locked the closet, stuffed random boxes under my bed and turned on the lights. I felt like someone was still there even though I could clearly see that no one was in the room

"Katy, if you want to go to the library I think an early start would be good." Thomas voice was husky, like he had just woken up and drove here.

I scanned the room to make sure no one was in here, of course I was just paranoid from the night before, because no one was there. My walls have chalk etching of some of the gravestones nearby, ghost stories and sightings, drawings I had done, photos I had taken and words that brought a smile to my face in the morning. Things most people wouldn't understand, or like but I enjoyed and that intrigued me.

I hoisted my self out of bed and put on black shorts, a blue and purple top that said 'I can't hear you' on it with an Ipod on it before opening the door. Thomas' gave me a soft smile that made it hard not to smile back, but it quickly vanished as he took a look around my room.

"What happened?"

"Rough night...."

"Did Bloody Mary try to visit you or something?" He said pointing to the mirror.

"I don't know, and I'm not sure a blanket could stop her from coming if she really wanted to. I could always break the mirror though!" Thomas' eyes grew wide at the statement.

"That's seven years bad luck!"

"Yeah but it's better than being dead." I walked out of the room, grabbing my back pack from the floor with notebooks and pencils ready to go.

I walked outside to find Thomas' blue Chevy pick-up truck on the gravel road that lead up to the 'Murder House', where everyone comes to die as our slogan says. I got in without waiting for him to open the door as he was about to do. I heard him sigh as I got in without him being able to be a gentlemen before he walked over to his side of the car.

"Would it kill you to let me be a gentlemen?"

"I'm impatient. Letting you be a gentlemen takes too much time out of my day. I have to wait for you to open the door then follow me.... It's nice but too slow."

"I'll be sure to pick up the pace then." He said giving me a wink. My stomach fluttered lightly as a smile stretched across my face. When he focused on driving I focused on the passing scenery, the graveyard, forest and at times wildlife.

Our town was small compared to the suburbs I was used to in New York. I preferred it here though, even if I did have to leave my friends, I just liked it here better. The wide open areas and quiet peace that brought me a homey feeling. The stores in town were all you needed, grocery, clothing, post office, library, and a few others that always had exactly what you needed. We passed the Walmart that had just been put in as we took the same turn to go to the library.

When Thomas parked the car he rushed out of his seat and opened my door before I had time to get my backpack on.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome Miss impatient."

I gathered all the book and papers on properties, history and anything on the town in the library and brought them back to the table with Thomas. Thomas grabbed the book about supernatural sightings, adding to the research he was doing on the computer, while I took one about the history of the town.

I found out that there had been murder here, living in our house. He had taken men and women into the house, but they never walked out. All of them died, in a different room in the house and then were cleaned and redressed like dolls to live in the room. They were his to have and to keep. When the town found out they hung him, and burned the body to ashes. I wanted to throw up, and rid my mind of the images of the book. I threw the book down almost hitting Thomas' sleeping face.