The Cursed House

Downpour

*Americas PoV*

I drive home from the meeting. The clouds overhead are dark, and it looks like it might rain at any second. The highway is fairly empty, aside from one car way ahead of me.

Rain starts pouring from the sky, and it's hard to see. Something happens to one of the tires, and I have to pull over.

I look out at the rain.

There's no way I'm changing the tire in that weather.

I don't think this storm is ending anytime soon. I look through the window, and manage to see a house through the rain. It'll be better than nowhere.

I grab the most important stuff, then get out of the car and run for the house. My sunglasses can't even block most of the rain, so it's even harder to see.

There's a bright flash, followed by a loud boom. I run inside the house.

The door wasn't locked, which is odd.

I close it, and turn to see someone sitting on the couch, soaking wet. I yelp, and he looks up.

He stands up and walks over to me. I feel small, and I back up against the door.

He growls "What are you doing here?"

"M-My car b-broke down."

He huffs, then walks over to the couch and sits down again. He says "Even I'm not heartless enough to throw you out in that storm."

"Thanks..?"

"If you annoy me, I'm throwing you out."

I nod shakily, then run upstairs. There's only a bathroom and a bedroom up here. I run into the bedroom and look in the closet.

There are clothes that fit both of us. I grab some clean clothes and run into the bathroom to change.

When I'm done, I walk downstairs. He's still sitting on the couch, but he's shaking a little. His face looks paler than normal.

He sneezes.

I walk semi-close "You should change into dry clothes."

He jumps a tiny bit, then looks at me. "I don't have any."

"There's some in the bedroom upstairs. They look like they fit you."

He sighs, sneezes, and goes upstairs. I walk into the kitchen and start making some soup. Everything I need is here.

It looks like no one lived here before we got here though...

While I'm making soup, I hear the shower turn on.

When I finish, He comes downstairs in clean clothes. He sneezes, and I toss a tissue box to him. He catches it, and sits on the couch.

He stares at me. "What are you doing?"

He sounds like he's sick.