Story cover for House of Killers by I_am_InSaNiTy
House of Killers
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Ongoing, First published May 14, 2018
Background for my ocs and my closest friends ocs. It's time to learn the truth behind the psychotic smiles , nightmares and the monsters in your closet, under your bed and in your head.
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26 parts Complete Mature

Their friends call them, Nightmare and Crimson. Sisters they are, and no matter what they stick by each other's sides. Even the worst tragedies can't break these two apart, it just brings them closer because now all they have is each other. Their loves were ruined when their dad died. He was a career fire fighter and died when a house came down on top of him. they day John died in that fire, his second daughter, Crimson, was born. Nightmare, or as some know her, Night, was only a year old. Neither girls really knew their father, but once he died life turned dark. Once they were ten and eleven they moved a their mother, Katherine, made them slaves. Beatings happened, and never stopped until they realized they were followed. That's how they met the two they were destined with. But all too soon, it gets taken from them. No more happiness, love, or compassion. Just fuzzy, hazy memories of those who you used to love. Just little familiarities to those they loved.