It was raining out one night so my friends and I decided to do normal things such as breaking into the old Rogers place and poke around. The Rogers family consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, their daughters Samantha and Lily, and their son James. I actually went to middle school with James and I thought that he was an ok guy. He didn't talk much and always kept to himself away from other people. The daughters Samantha and Lily weren't very popular in school. In fact they were picked on a lot and often went home early in tears. Their mother used to be flower shop owner but she went out of business, and their father Mr. Rogers was a professor of the occult. We even had him as a teacher and we all agreed that he had a major screw loose. Well we all knew it was true when he snapped one night. It was during summer break when he snapped. Mr. Rogers drugged his whole family and dragged them to their basement. Police say that he murdered them as part of a ritual as to appease some god and then slit his own throat. It has been several years since anyone stepped one foot inside of that house. My friends and I were seniors in high school. There was Jason, Ricci, Dean, and myself. We all decided that it would be fun to explore the old house and go into the basement to see were he killed his family. Once inside Jason fumbled with a lighter trying to create some light. Ricci spotted a candle and handed it to him. Moving through the bottom of the house Dean decided to head upstairs to try and scare us. It wasn't long until we heard his screams echoing through the house. I bolted up the stairs to spy and see Dean hovering in the air. Behind him was the ghost of Mr. Rogers as he held a scalpel and dragged it across Deans throat spraying warm blood everywhere even on my face. Screaming I ran downstairs and into Jason and Ricci. Each of us were yelling that we needed to get out of here when Mr. Rogers appeared again grabbing Ricci and dragging her towards the basement. Dean and I sprinted towards the basement to try to pull get her out of there. By the time we got down into the basement Ricci laid on a man made alter with her chest and stomach ripped open and her heart missing. Mr. Rogers was holding it up in his hand. I could have sworn that I saw it beat a few times before it went still in his ghostly blood covered hand. Jason screamed just in time to have a scalpel slice his lips and cut out his tongue. I turn and tried to run up the stairs only to have a hand grab my ankle and tug me back down. I screamed and screamed as his hand ripped out my tongue. Trying to spit out the blood I felt his hand grip my upper jaw and my lower jaw and pull in different directions. A searing pain was soon felt followed by a crack. That crack was the last thing I heard. I saw the cops come in and take our bodies to the merge. Every day I see Mr. Rogers laughing at me, tormenting me. Its his fault I am stuck in this house. I try to warn others or better I used to, now I decide to join in on the fun.
