Haunted House

Harold

Harold thought he had gone to sleep or had he. This hideous creature lay behind him forcing him to look at her horific face. He shook his head but she remained in his vision taunting him with sexual demands. He remained silent though he wanted to scream, to yell out loud, to wake himself up or scare this demon away. He didn't want to wake his daughter and then he thought of his daughter.He was sleeping naked with his daughter! Was this a punishment for him to make him realize his sexual attraction for his daughter No! he mouthed remaining silent and still NO! I just want to hold her like I used to. Still the vision whether dream or real taunted him. As if he could possibly have sex with such a creature.He closed his eyes and she was still there. Oh god deliver me from this evil he thought and then realizing he had aboandoned his God years ago began to weep silent tears.
 
Johna

*gets out of his 71 dodge charger and get hsi bags out of the back, he being a F.B.I Agent, he got some time off work, and he brought almost all of his guns and knifes so he could clean them and put them on hsi wall and maybe make a gun chamber, he walks into the house and has his 9mm berreta and his glock eze, and he has his back up gun on his ankle, his 22' and he lugs 8 bags in the house. He is wearing his suit and he yells out*

Johna:SAMATHA GUESS WHO IS HERE!!!
 
Mad Marge

The ghastly woman grinned a beaten grin at Harold's distress, knowing full well what that terror felt like, and knowing he deserved it. He would die, just like her Daddy had. In the well, maybe. In the bath, perhaps. But not now. Michael wanted to play with them first. She could wait.

"Goodbye, sweet man," she said as she forced a fetid kiss on him. "I will be back. So you be sure to keep yourself for me..."

And she faded to nothing.
 
Samantha

Samantha slept long and deep. She did not feel her father return to the bed. Was not aware that it was his body that soothed her, cooling her back. She did not even murmur as he lay caressing her breasts, although her nipples hardened in awareness and in her sleep, erotic images played through her imagination,,but never would she have linked such imaginings with her father's touch.

Blissfully unaware of her father's terror or his weeping she slept on. Safe... secure.. deep.... refreshing sleep...

It was early morning when she finally stirred, a sound having roused her from her sleep. She moved tentatively, her back still sore, but no way as raw as it had been. Unknown to her, she had a large lump and a bruise above her right eye. Her hair having dried wildly round her gave her the look of a battered urchin.

She moved feeling naked flesh behind her.... she moved again slowly realising that it was her father ... sleeping with her... again she experienced the tumult of emotion... it was wrong.. somehow...though... he had saved her.. twice last night.. and none of the other rooms were aired and changed.. but.. all the same... she blushed...

Again the call sounded out in the empty house...

SAMATHA GUESS WHO IS HERE!!!

Johna!...oh God..her big brother!... She sat up abruptly instinctivelly happy at his arrival.

She looked down. She naked... her father naked.. in the bed....!

"Oh my God!.." She mouthed silently as Harold stirred beside her and she heard Johna's advancing footsteps on the stairs...
 
Johna

Johna:SIS YOU HERE OR WHAT???

*this is a creepy fuckign house he thinks to himself*

Johna:HEY SIS WHERE DID YOU GUYS FIND THIS HOUSEM IT LOOKS LIKE A PLACE WHERE MY TEAM ARRESTED A DRUG LORD AND CONDEMED THE HOUSE
 
Michael

Michael stood on the staircase, invisible. So, the brother was here. Who or what he was, Michael had no idea, but he had more guns than the cop who had come to check on things that time. Guns. Now there was a folly. Nobody who knew what was in the house would bring guns there. That said, nobody who know what was going on in the house would every come.

Time for a little fun, a little something extra to increase the level of fear everyone was feeling. He drifted downwards to check Michael's guns, looking for one he kept loaded. And he found it. Carried in a holster against his right leg, Michael had a loaded revolver. Michael smiled a she tilted the gun away from Johna and squeezed the trigger. The erupting bullet sank into a wall as the explosion rang out through the house.
 
Harold

Harold woke with a start. Samantha had gotten up and was standing beside the bed with the strangest look on her face. Did she find his naked body repulsive. He stayed in good shape, she used to admire his physique. when they bathed together she used to like to touch his muscular frame. Now she seemed ashamed or even afraid of it. Why ?

Then a shot rang out echoing up and down the halls and into each room. And then dead silence. Samantha scared to death jumped back into bed and into his arms.

Oh Daddy I'm so afraid I heard my brother holler and then the shot and now the silence.She put her head on his shoulder and hugged him tight.
 
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Johna

*as the gun goes off he kicks his leg otu and lands on his stomach rollign down a couple steps and he draws both of his handguns and aims there around*

Johna:fuck that was close, WHAT THE FUCK

*takes hsi hidden gun off and takes the bullets out of it and puts the saftey on*

Johna:SIS WHERE ARE YOU??
 
Samantha

Jumping out of bed before she was fully awake she stood shivering with fright... wrenched out of her calm deep sleep she once again returned to the nightmare that this house was becoming.

She pulled a sheet from the bed winding it round her for warmth and protection... from the unknown evil and from.... her father's eyes....

But at least he was here with her and she could not work out what had happened... she had heard ...her brother's voice..then... a shot?/

She instinctively moved towards her father for comfort... resting her head on his shoulder momentarily...

"Ohh God..what now?...."
 
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Samantha

The house was now silent. Samantha felt sure that she had heard her name being called.

She slipped out of bed and dropped the sheet. Quickly she pulled a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt out of the drawers and pulled them on. Barefooted she crossed the room and pushed the door open.

Her feet made no noise as she began to tiptoe nervously down the stairs. She blanked her mind. Refused to remember the events in the shower and especially the roaches she had seen downstairs in the kitchen.

She paused. Near the bottom of the stairs she was sure she could make out a shape. She gasped and gripped the stair rail.
Who.. or what was it....? She considered calling her father, but somehow felt that she would be better alone.

Without pausing to think about the strangeness of her thoughts she took two more paces forward. She was unsure what the shadow was. She looked round. It was silent, she could hear her own breaths coming in short gasps. Yet.. she could hear voices, almost at the end of her consciousness.... or could she... she felt eyes on her... and yet... no one was there....

She stepped forward, paused, trying to summon up courage to bend over and see what or who was laying on the staircase....
 
Seamus on the Stair

The body was mangled, twisted. Its neck was savagely turned to one side. Both arms were broken. From it's left leg, a snapped bone protruded painfully. The corpse, of course, did not move as Samantha bent to examine it. It stank, of decay and filth and defacation. Could a fall down a flight of stairs have mangled someone that badly? Samantha could barely take her eyes off of the horrendously deformed sight.

Seamus suddenly spun his head around, staring up at her and grinning through a fractured smile. He was laughing, laughing at her terror, at her revulsion. At her.

"Don't fall down the stairs!"

He screamed as his left arm twisted around her leg and gave a tug, tumbling her over him down the last two stairs. His cackling laughter filled the hallway as he drifted from sight.
 
Samantha

Samantha froze.
"Oh my God!" She mouthed silently.
The sight was horrendous, gory. The body was misshapenen, obscenely so.. and the smell... she gagged and held onto the bannister for support.

All thoughts of Johna, her brother forgotten she stared in horror at this foul sight. How could a person sustain injuries so severe, she asked herself uselessly. Mere seconds ticked by, though Sam felt that she had stood there for hours, her gaze locked on the body of the deformed corpse.


The head movement was sudden. In a split second she took in his vile smile and his laugh. He was mocking her, jeering.

She jumped losing her grip on the bannister.

"Don't fall down the stairs!"

His scream filled her ears as she felt his cold touch on her leg, as it moved round abnormally and tugged at her. Already unsteady, Samantha completely lost her footing and fell.

In her instinctive attempt not to fall onto the vile corpse before her, she fell head first.

Rolling over the last two stairs she landed with a dull thud at the foot of the stairs.

Ghoulish laughter rang through the hall and echoed around and around her head.

The sound gradually faded ...

Samantha was left in a crumpled heap in the cold silent hall.
 
Johna

*gets up from the floor where he was still trying to figure out how his gun went off when he heard a commotion going on and he ran to the stairs where he saw hsi beloved sister in trouble, he drew both of hsi handguns and yelled out*


Johna:WHAT ARE YOU ADN LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!!!! SIS HANG ON ILL SAVE YOU!!!

*he runs to her and grabs her arm and drags her away as he puts one of his guns away and has her arm in one and a gun in the other, he drags her to the dinning room*
 
Samantha

Samantha hears her brother yell at the ghoul...

"WHAT ARE YOU ANDN LEAVE MY SISTER ALONE!!!!
SIS HANG ON ILL SAVE YOU!!! "

She moves slowly, her body bruised, but not broken.

Without warning she feels Johna drag her upwards and move in front of her protectively. His gun at the ready he pulls her into the dining room.

She leans on his shoulder for support, cowering behind him as he takes his gun waving it infront of them both.

"Oohh... God... Johna .. did you see him.. it.. on the stair..."
She holds on to her big brother tightly shaking. Cold now in her leggings and sweatshirt. Abnormally cold.

"There's something here.. I'm sure there is.."
She whispers.. "This house... it's not right... oh .. Johna... I'm so scared... "
 
Johna

*holds her tight and than he takes hsi jacket off adn wraps it around his sister*

Johna:dont worry i will protect you sis, just stay close to me and dont worry abotu anything, this house is cursed

*he closes the door and locks it*

Johna:i love you sis, and i am here for you now
 
Samantha

Johna held Sam tightly as she trembled. He took his jacket off and wrapped it round her shoulders. She could feel his heat held in the fabric and pulled the comforting garment around her.


"Dont worry i will protect you sis, just stay close to me and dont worry about anything, this house is cursed."
Cursed..? oh goodness... she was not suprised...

She watched as Johna moved to close the door and locked it.

He turned back to Sam, putting his strong arm around her once more.

"I love you sis, and i am here for you now."

"Ohh.. Johna... " She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body tightly to his.
If only she could believe he could keep her safe here... she knew she must be a target to...whatever was in this house... and she knew her brother was stronger and more capable than her father... her father..

"Johna...daddy's upstairs somewhere.... "
Was he fully awake when she'd left the room..or would he just sleep through it all... ? "..he could be asleep.... "

She looked round the dark dining room.
"What do we do now?"
 
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Johna

Johna:what do we do now, well we stay here and wait till the sun come up, ill stay with you sis and i will protect you and keep you warm adn safe sis

*he takes hsi lighter out and lights soem candles that he found in teh room, lighting the whole room up and takes two flashlights off the barrels oh hsi shotguns and hands one to hsi sis and keeps one for himself and he than sits down with his sis putting hsi arm around her and sighs, he than cocks his guns and holsters them, adn loads hsi shotguns and putting the saftys on*

Johna:i wont let anything happen to you and Dad will be fine, he can take care of him self, i gotta find my cell phone and call for help if we need it

*takes hsi cell phone and puts it in hsi pocket*
 
Samantha

Samantha moves close to her brother. The torch in her hand she prepares to wait out until sunrise. What time was it? Early hours in the morning.... how long would they have to wait? Sun rise was early, yet they must have another 3 hours or so?

She watches Johna as he checks the candles and holds his gun, poised to protect them. His arm moves round her as they sit on floor in the corner of the room. Her eyes dart round the room taking in the grand table and hard chairs pushed into the surrounding spaces. Sam rests her head on Johna's shoulder. For the first time she wonders how he got there and what he had heard about the house. He had certainly come armed to the teeth

"I wont let anything happen to you and Dad will be fine, he can take care of him self,"
Maybe dad could, but somehow she felt safer with her brother at the moment. She flushed guiltily, refusing to examine why that was so.

"I gotta find my cell phone and call for help if we need it .." Johna said moving her head gently away from him and searching for the phone.

She watched him in the half light of the candles. The shadows danced on the walls around them and she shivered. Her feeling of well-being and comfortable solitude had fled completely. She didn't want to be alone anywhere in this house again.

"Johna... this house... it's .. evil.. so much has happened to me... in less than 24 hours... I think someone.. something.. is after me... "...

Tears came to her eyes she bit her lip, her voice breaking.

"Johna.. I don't want to put you and dad in danger, but.... I can't bear to be alone round here.... I..I'm soo glad you're here!"
 
Johna

*holds her tight and looks to her*

Johna:dont cry little sister, its goign to be ok, i wont leave you, nothing is after you, and i know a little about this acursed place, before i came i did a little F.B.I work and this place has had a lot of deaths in it, but i do not know from what, so i call a church adn they said they would come if i need them and bless this house, adn than burn it to the ground, but i will stay here holding you liek i did when you were a kid and was afraid of the dark, i remember you climbing into my bed cause you did not want to be alone, shit before i moved out you still did that, i thought that was so cute, all curled up with your teddy bear, oh by the way

*he takes someting out of his bag, he pulls your teddy bear out that you gave him when he left for the F.B.I. and he hands it to you*

Johna:this will protect you as well, he has missed your touch

*he smiles at you and again holds you close*

Johna:now dry those tears, the sun will be here soon and we will leave this acursed place and have the church bless it
 
Samantha

Tears roll sliently down her cheeks as Johna speaks softly and comfortingly to her telling her about the house, his plan to have it blessed or even burned down. It seemed such a shame and yet it wasn't the haven it had first appeared to her.

She sighs as she remembers their childhood together. When her father had turned.. well.. strange on her, it was her brother she had turned to and somehow she felt comfortable and safe with him still. Heck he still treated her like the baby she would always be to him, his lil sister.

".. i thought that was so cute, all curled up with your teddy bear, oh by the way ..." He broke off his monologue to reach down into his bag. Holding out the object his face breaks into a grin.

"Johna!" Sam calls out and hugs the teddy to her. "Ohh my god.. you remembered... where did you find him?"


Johna smiles indulgently and speaks softly to Sam as she holds the teddy close to her.
"He will protect you as well, he has missed your touch .. "

Smiling and holding Sam close to him, he continues,
"Now dry those tears, the sun will be here soon and we will leave this acursed place and have the church bless it."

Sam rubs a hand over her cheeks, the other still clasped round her bear. She snuggles close to Johna, comforted and closes her eyes, feeling safe with his warm strong arms around her. Just wait 'til daylight .. she thinks.. then it will all be over!...

She doses as Johna sits, gun at the ready watching the sinister shadows that surround them.
 
Johna

*feels at ease with her by his side again, she looks so peaceful with her teddy bear*

Johna: yeah i remeber Dad and him getting werid, i warned him to stop that or i would shoot him in his tracks, i could pick dad off from 1000 yards with my sniper rifle i have, i wont let him touch you, i remember you always used to dress so beautifuly sexy around me and than dad would see you adn get all werid, why did you dress liek that around me? and your teddy bear you gave to me when i moved out to remember you by.

*sighs happily as he is with hsi sister and hsi guns*
 
Samantha

Sam listened to his voice.. murmuring sleepily in reply to his words as they run on...

"..dad's not weird.. he just doesn't know I've grown up yet... shoot him.... " she laughs not thinking he is serious.... " don't be silly Johna... poor daddy.... she sighs again..dosing.... "you always liked my dresses... " she giggles ... "I was precocious ... wanted your friends to fancy me.. I guess... and you thought I was pretty cute... for a bratty sister..." Sam pinches him playfully..


Sam snuggles against Johna with the teddy in her hand.
"Who else would I give my teddy to... no one else would look after him..... or bring him to me when i needed him.... "

She sighs... breathing softly..momentarily locked happily in the past, letting Johna keep watch and take care of her.
 
Johna

Johna: go to sleep sis, ill watch after you, adn i would shoot dad if i ever caught him touching you, sleep and rest we have things to do tommrow
 
Samantha

As she drifts to sleep she murmurs...

"..no... love daddy... takes care of me... washes my hair... no Johna..... "

The house is silent, her light breathing the only sound.
 
Johna

*continues to hold her tight as he watches after her with much care, he stares at his sister with much care adn he just smiles*

Johna: i love you sis, and when we get out of here i am goign to take you with me to live, so you can get away from Dad, and we can spend more time together, to tell you the truth i fucked up in the bureu, and they put me on inactive leave for at least a year, and so i still get paid, but i just have to stay off cases for a year.
 
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