It all happened so fast. So quick. I didn't even realize what was going on. By the time I did however, it was far too late. They were all gone. All dead. Or, I guess you could say that they are somewhat alive. They're living, after all. They're the living dead. I'm so stupid. I should have be faster, I should have noticed. Oh, but there isn't time now. I've got to go. Fast. Or I'll become one of them.

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart