The Cray's

Prologue

Screams of fright and hard rock music fills my ears. The smell of alcohol and vomit stings my nose. I of course haven't drank anything. I learned never to take drinks from someone else unless i see them prepare it. Besides I didn't want to miss this.

I saw an ad about a haunted mansion. If you survive the whole thing without screaming you get your money back. This kind of stuff doesn't affect me and I had nothing better to do on Halloween night so I figured, what the hell.

I finally reached the front of the line when a group of people raced in front of me.

"Excuse me," I tapped the persons shoulder in front of me. "Why the he'll are you so special?" He shot daggers at me with his eyes.

"We payed extra to avoid the line," he countered defiantly. He shoved his ticket at me and sure enough there was a little sticker on it that said he was 'VIP'.

"My apologies your majesty," I teased. He looked like he was gonna hit me but turned around when the door to the mansion. The nice old lady told them to enjoy and good luck. I laughed. They will need the luck.

My lower extremities started to go numb as I stepped up to the creaky porch. Immediately i heard abscream. Looks like 13 bucks just went down the tiolet.

The lady punched my ticket and tried to start small talk to fill the awkward silence. The door propped open letting a bright green light slip through the cold night. The old lady nodded at me and, like the last group, wished me luck. I chuckles at the thought and welcomed the warmth that flushed my face as i stepped through the doorway. I immediately began to observe my surroundings. I was in a small room that looked like it used to be an entryway. The walls were thick with grime and blood, obviously fake might I add. I continued to walk forward and was met at the next doorway by a girl covered in blood. She screams and drops the knife she was holding.

"We have to go," she said desperately. "We can't stay here. Youre going the wrong way!" when I continued on she began to follow slowly behind. I made it to a decision. Up or down? I chose to go up so I wouldn't have to back-track and hit that later. I walked up the stairs slowly and came up to a set of four closed doors. I chose the third one and opened it. A fog machine was going off making the floor covered in smoke. It was an office. The room was bare except for the desk and chair. The black desk was covered in pickled jars that looked like they held organs. The chair was empty except for a childrens doll with a knife stabbed into it's 'heart'. But what was behind the desk and chair is what caught my attention.

A huge bulletin board hung on the wall. On it was a map with many colored strings and pins on it. Next to that were real newspaper clippings. I stepped forward to take a closer look and soon later regretted it.

They talked about the Cray murderers.

My name us Rhyan Cray.

The mass murderers were my parents.

I let out a scream and backed up into a corner.

Dammit! There goes 13 freaking dollars!