Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-16095227-20160221081719

There is a man in the corner of my room, I don't know how he got there, or where he came from, but he is there for some strange reason. I am typing this while he stares at me with wide endless vacuums for eyes. I really don't know where he came from and it is as if he came out of nowhere. It is kind of strange that I got used to it, but he has been there for months. Let me start all over because everyone who will be reading this story will be very confused on the situation at hand. By the way, I forget things real easily so maybe my story might be missing elements.

I am a college graduate and I found myself a pretty sweet house in the suburbs and i also got a pretty sweet job that paid well. I moved in and I liked everything that I was seeing, but everybody in the neighborhood were strange to say the least. My neighbors came by to greet me when I moved in. They got me welcoming baskets filled with goodies. The people who brought me the basket were real nice; they told that their names were Jess and Jack.

They were a relatively good looking couple, especially the girl, she had blue eyes, red lips, and long blonde hair. They guy was about average size and build with short brown hair. I got to admit that he was real lucky to get such a good looking lady.

They were a couple living across from me and they talked to me for hours. The conversation ranged from the best food to movies, but they something that caught my ear. They told me that my house was haunted and that is why it was so cheap.

"You didn't know?" Jack exclaimed, "you should have done your research"

"I don't care much to tell you the truth," I said.

"Well you do know the story, right"

"Well, you mind telling me," I responded.

I like a good story so I heard them out and they explained to me the entire history of the house. They told me that the guy several year back that used to own the house was a serial killer. He would chop and slice everyone that he met, but one day everything changed. He found a women whom he fell in love and she was mighty fine. She had hips that rumbled, a bosom that was lovely, eyes that were blue as the sky, red lips, and long blonde hair.

He didn't what was in store for him because that was a chance for his victims to take revenge. Apparently, this girl had a boyfriend that wanted vengeance. The killer murdered the guys sister in cold blood. Their is twist to this story that even baffled me. The girl fell in love with the killer and started to make love with him. The boyfriend found out, killed both of them, and then shot himself in the head.

After the story, I felt a chill to my bone and just felt terrified. I got up to get a beer and told them that I will be right back. When I came back, they were gone as if they vanished without a sound. I did not even ear a them open and close the front door. I got to admit, that was rude as hell for them just to leave like that. I jugged down my beer and went over to refrigerator to grab another beer. I walked right back over and saw a red spot on my couch. I got pretty pissed and started scrubbing away with soap and water, but it would not leave. The weird thing was that the blood spot was on the side that guy was on. He had a damn period on my fucking couch!

I went over to the basket to open it up to see what was in there. they got me a few chocolates, fruit, and a roach killing spray. Does this mean that I got roaches in my house? well, the answer is yes. That night, I was spraying the damn house with that spray. There were roaches everywhere, on the ceiling, on the walls, on the beds, etc.

When I felt that I was all done, I went over to my room to get some rest, and I something that made scream running like a toddler out of the house. I opened the door and saw a swarm of roaches rushing out of my room. I rose my head and saw the ugliest man I ever seen. His face was rotting away, his eyes were empty sockets, and his hair was hanging over his head.

I ran out of the house with my arms wailing over to the house next to mine. I rang the doorbell screaming for the them to call the police. Some guy let me in and I started telling him everything. He introduced himself as Frank.

"Their was thing in my house," I shrieked.

"Yeah, well that is pretty crazy," Frank said, "you should not of bought a haunted house"

"What?"

"Yeah, shit like that is normal in that place, that is why it is so cheap," he responded confused.

"Do you know about what there?" I said.

"Well, some guy found out that is wife was cheating on him and he shot everyone including himself a few weeks back," Frank claimed.

I went back to the house the next day after staying at Frank. I went back saw the man standing there in the corner with his vacuum eyes. I eventually got used to him and started to ignore him like he wasn't there. He has shotgun wound right in his belly and I have to constantly clean it up. The worst part about this guy is that he is foul smelling like he rotting or something.

Well that is it, their is nothing else to say. Well, I bought myself a new shotgun yesterday and I am going to shoot tomorrow. I also have to visit my psychiatrist tomorrow as well, ever since I left that place, they have been watching my ass. I got a collection of pills that I got to take.



 