The Adventure of My Dreams {Colby Brock}

Eight {Colby's POV}

All four of us were walking up the private road that led to the house at the top, which was exactly where we were going to. On our way up we spotted two girls that were standing at the house beside the one we were going to. From the distance it just looked like they were talking. Anyone could walk up here if they wanted, but whatever they were doing, they seemed pretty into it.

"What if they're plotting to break into that place?" Corey asked. I shook my head at him.

"That's a pretty stupid question, brother. I doubt someone would do that." Corey glared at him. "I'm sorry Colby, how many times have we trespassed? Do you forget getting arrested with Sam?"

Corey sure loved to complain when we went somewhere that made him nervous, but he sure as hell made points when you jabbed at him.

"Enough. Let's try to hear what they're talking about if you're that worried, Corey." Sam said. We tried to walk as quietly as possible as we walked up to them.

The one girl with short curly hair glanced over and saw us, but Sam put his finger over his mouth and motioned for her to keep quiet. The other brunette talking seemed to be in a trance. Maybe she was just really into the subject she was talking about. Just maybe, I should stopped thinking to myself and listen to what is going on.

"Holy fuck, how much darker does this story get?" Corey's voice snapped her out of the trance she was clearly in. She turned her head to the side to see all of us standing behind her friend, I presume.

"Sorry to interrupt you. We were heading to the Tate house and couldn't help but listen to this." She stood there for a moment quietly, and I couldn't tell if it was the shock of us randomly bumping into them; if she even knew who we were, or if the story of this house was bothering her that much.

"Brother, I think she's done better research than you." Jake said to Sam, causing the brunette boy to roll his eyes in response. "Do you mind if we hang out to hear the rest of the story?"

"Sure." She smiled softly. Maybe she was shy. We were always used to fan's being hyper active around us, but then again just maybe they didn't know who we were. That or they have some really good composure around "celebrities". I directed my attention back to her as she looked back at the house as she went back to telling the rest of the story.

"Rosemary was returned to the bedroom where the girls came from the kitchen to there and killed her. Watson began to stab Leno with a chrome plated bayonet. The first hit went into his throat. On the girls side there was sounds of scuffle. Rosemary was using the lamp that was tied around her to swing and try to fight the girls away. Watson came in and stabbed her several times with the bayonet, then went back to the living room to finish what he started with Leno, stabbing him twelve times. When he finished doing that, he car the word "War" on his abdomen.

Each person was ordered by Manson to take part in the murders, so the girls had a knife from the kitchen and stabbed Rosemary's dead body over and over. It was counted that she was stabbed a total of 41 times after she passed. Watson went to clean the bayonet and shower to clean himself off. Patricia wrote "Rise" and "Death to Pigs" in LiBanca blood on the walls. She then gave Leno fourteen puncture wounds with an ivory handled, two tined carving fork, which she left jutting out of his stomach, and left a steak knife planted in his throat. Manson, Watson, Krenwinkel, and Van Houten were found guilty, but Van Houten was not charged. Susan Atkins and the other remaining defendants were found guilty in the murders that occurred at the Tate home."

When she finished telling us the gruesome details about the murders, everyone was quiet for a moment. Corey was completely shell shocked. To me it was just insane to look at a house from the outside and have no idea what goes on inside. If those walls could talk, it would be absolutely crazy to hear.