Mark my words

Ancient house. Not scary, right?

The Sower Manor. A house that people say the sounds of hell come out.

My names Tina Derter. Some name, huh?

I went to the Sower house years ago.

Three of my friends and I went in. I came out. Let me back up.

4 Years ago

Its spring. I never felt better to get out and do something. I have been studying for tests all week and had no play time. So my peeps and I decided to take a tiny vaca. Nothing big, just a breather. Take the stress away, have fun and let loose.

Or were we?

So we are FINALLY here. Sower Manor. This place was the home of the feared Mrs. Hoolker. A teacher who was murdered in her bed. No one knows who killed her or why. Personally, I always thought "Who'd want break into some lady's house and kill her for no reason?". But some people are sick and apparently bored. Ewww. My friends Octavia and Lewis agreed this was a peachy spot to relax. Since not many people came around this old, creaking mess. We set up a little picnic, and ate. We were starving. Since we haven't ate in 6 hrs. After we ate, we went for a walk to try and walk the food off a little. Kinda worked. But my eyelids grew a little heavy. Lewis asked if we were going to sleep in the house. I said yes. He had a pinch of fear dart through his blue eyes. Octavia was the same. Her green eyes turning feared and faded a tad. I had to lead the way in and I set my bags at the edge of a not so supportive staircase. It creaked, which in turn made me jump like cat who was scared. I'm not not the girl who gets scared at little things. But this house was playing havoc on my brain system. I walked towards a couch and sat down lightly. Lewis and Octavia followed and sat beside me. The look of pure fear had faded a little more. Lewis was looking at a painting on a table beside the couch, and Octavia was looking off in space. I shook her and she looked at me and I froze. The look itself held me and would not let go. She leaned in and whispered "They don't want us here, we need to go." I was confused and worried about her. She spoke as if another person was in her. A second being. A demon. I got up and spotted a picture of who I assumed was Mrs. Hoolker. She had deep brown hair, a scar on her cheek, hazel eyes, and a blue dress. She looked.....pretty. She looked simple. Not out to impress anyone. I don't understand why she had to go the way she did. Awful. Terrible. Lewis yelled from another room and I turned to see Octavia handling a jar as if she owned it and it was a value to her. I told to come on and she put it down to follow me. Lewis had found Mrs. Hoolker's room. She was told to have slept on the ground floor because of the remodeling upstairs. When she pasted, the remodel had stopped and had been left there. No one comes around. That's for sure. I wondered off to find the bathroom. Car drives make me have to go. If you know what I mean. I heard a scream and a crash. I quickly ran down two flights of stairs and found Octavia laying on the floor. There was blood around her head and my guess was she was thrown into the glass table now crushed below her. I looked at Lewis and he was petrified. He looked at me and shook his head. "I wasn't in here." He said. How could she fallback onto the table with enough force to shatter it? I thought. Lewis had started to cry and he crouched down to Octavia. He picked her head up and she groaned. He jumped back and stared at me. Another groan. We looked at her and she twitched her eyes. I ran to her and shook her by the shoulders. "Wake up!" I screamed. I had screamed myself hoarse by the time she opened an eye to look at me. "What happened?" she asked. I was confused again. "You fell on this glass table." She laughed and got up as if nothing had happened. She took off running up the stairs and Lewis and I ran full speed after her. We found her in a room chanting a weird verse or something. We stared at her and stopped to look at us. She held up a knife and I screamed loud. Lewis was screaming and grabbed my hand to pull me away to slam the door before she hurt us. Or worse, killed us. Octavia is out of control. That was no prank or accident. Her eyes were solid black and once again, the second voice was there. Odd. We heard a bang and a scream. Octavia was trying to get out of that room again. We had found a key to lock the door from the outside. We were terribly terrified. We were shaking to the core and then some. We finally decided to lay down in the living room. Octavia was quiet and we took turns watching out. I had fell asleep when i heard a gurgling noise. I sat up to see Octavia had Lewis pinned and had slit his chin to his stomach wide open. She had his heart in her hands and the cord was still pumping blood. Lewis was alive. He groaned and closed his eyes forever. She pulled hard and his heart cord ripped. I gagged and screamed as blood squirted out of him and covered Octavia. She laughed like a kid who had a piece of candy. She looked at me and said "I'll get you, mark my words." I screamed and ran out to the porch. I couldn't get the image of Lewis out of my head. Shock therapy was next on my list. Then I would forget. Or would I? Octavia was coming. Think I screamed at myself. I grabbed an old fire prod, like for your chimney. I held it up and she ran at me. I swung and got her in the temple. It was stuck in her head. I couldn't get it out. She swung at me and I pushed it further into her head. She fell and screamed. I felt bad. She was my friend. But I knew that thing in her wasn't my friend. And she had killed Lewis. I took of running and got into the car. I spun the tires to the nearest house and phoned help. I told the cops, the murderer must be back. I played this story of how I was lucky to get out alive, and they were my close friends. I couldn't tell them the truth. They would lock me up and blame me. No. Later I found out Octavia had been possessed by a demon from hell itself. I was told it was Mrs. Hoolker herself. But I will never know now. And I will never go to that house ever again. Ever.

Present day

Its my birthday. The day I was born. I shared my b-day with Octavia. It seemed so long ago I saw her. But its been 4 short yrs. I had no plans. No where to be, no one to hug and hang out with. My friends had died in that hell hole of a house. I want to no why me? Why do I have to be the one who loses her friends to some bloodthirsty old women? I wanted revenge, but no way to get it. I won't live it down. The images never leave. I'm deemed Insane now. I was sent to the insane asylum. For the last 3 yrs. I haven't been aloud out to see the sun light or grass. I'm dangerous to people they say. My voice got that deep ugly tone. My nails got long. My hair was terrible and coarse. I was ugly, just like Mrs. Hoolker. The demon under my eyelids.

The end