Tormented Souls

Part 1

     Ryan sighed, looking at the abandoned Victorian house. It was quite beautiful but the history behind it was very horrifying. "So apparently back in the twenties, this house was owned by this sociopath. Ricky Goldsworth, he would target young women. Usually in their early twenties, taking them out on dates, giving them gifts basically making them feel safe with him. He would take the girls to his house, feed them their last meal...Which was often poisoned..After they died wither from poisoning or being stabbed Ricky would dress them up in wedding dress and stuff them into a hidden room..."
     Shane looked at Ryan, "H...How many wedding dresses did this dude buy? Wouldn't people start getting suspicious after two! Or were they just like 'Oh it's that Ricky fellow again...Man he must be having some huge marriage problems, this is the third time he came this week!" Shane said the last part in a high voice, trying to impersonate a woman. Ryan shrugged, 
"I dunno. He probably wore disguises and made fake names each time he went to a tailor... Anyway, the most active part of the house is the basement. Of course...People have stated they heard the screams and cries of women at midnight. Some have even heard Ricky's laugh and the words the victims would hear before they died...'Night Night' one case a couple who were looking to renovate the place left in a hurry. Claiming that the husband felt a sharp object going into his stomach upon entering..." Ryan shivered and then continued speaking "This is really scary shit dude...What if one of us sees Ricky. Or what if Ricky does something to one of us!" Shane shrugs 

"Meh. If ghosts are real Ricky could rip my stomach lining out! You heard that Ricky! Kill me in the name of proof!" He chuckled knowing that this was all baloney, ghosts didn't exist. "Shane! He might hear you! You don't wanna die, do you? And besides, in your dying breath you'd say it was something else" Ryan looked at his taller friend in worry. Shane shook his head, stepping into the house. Ryan slowly followed, he had a feeling something horrible was about to happen. And boy was he right.