((Another one of my shortish stories.))


Crazy Mansion

I was at camp when I had received word that my mother and father had bought an old mansion. They told me that the place was one of those fixer-uppers and would be a beautiful mansion once the place was fixed. I instantly knew which place they were talking about when they told me where it was; on top of Blood Hill... a place I was told was haunted by the people I was at camp with, which I did not believe... tell my first two nights at the mansion...

JUNE 8TH

Everyone was sitting by the bonfire now at camp, this being the last night at camp tell next summer. We were going around the fire telling scary stories and all. Mike stood up to tell his story, like he always did to get a job well done by our camp leaders. His story was about my soon to be home.

"A royal family lived in the mansion on Blood Hill, a family of twelve... At twelve in the morning was when they, including their servants, were killed. No one knows by who, or rather what, killed them..." He walked around the fire towards me as he continued. "The five women of the royal family were killed in the ballroom, skinned alive after being raped several times and brutally beaten, their bodies being ripped apart all over the room... The seven men were found hanging in the din, beaten nearly to death before hung by rope from the small chandelier's. All five of their servants were taken out back and beaten with a stick tell they stopped moving... some say a mad man killed them, others say some god forsaken creature was the one responsible. No one knows."

He stopped walking in front of me, continuing. "Now, every night they say you can hear them screaming, but at midnight on June 10th, is when the spirits show themselves and the killer comes to the mansion to kill anyone alive in the mansion." He had then quickly grabbed my arm, making me scream.

Everyone laughed at me then clapped their hands to his story. "Mike laughed and patted my head lightly. "Aww... did I scare you..." I stiffly laughed before going to my cabin to sleep. We were suppose to tel 'real' scary stories, his wasn't real... was it?

JUNE 9TH

I was riding in the car, dad driving down the long driveway to the mansion with me beside him. After last nights story telling I did not want to come here. When we had pulled up to the front of the mansion I could see mom helping the movers move in all of our furniture and other belongings as fast as they could. She was trying to get all of the things inside before the rain would come, dark clouds above the house threatening to rain any time now.

As I stepped out of the car and shut the door I froze to look up at the mansion. At that point I wanted to run down the nearly three mile drive away from there; but shook the feeling off. The mansion was beautiful, despite the ferns growing up the side of it, two of the front columns were missing, and the color was faded badly.

Once I was done examining the mansion from were I stood I moved to help my parents get the rest of the things inside since the rain had slowly started to fall. By the time that everything was inside was when the rain came down hard.

Dinner was one of those 'whatever we have in the fridge' type things. I had left over pizza and had taken my food to my room to finish cleaning my room.

At 10:30 my parents came to my room to tuck me in and say goodnight. Like they always have done since I was born and I was fourteen. I fell asleep at eleven since I had trouble with falling asleep. Exactly at twelve I had woken and looked to my alarm clock. When I had seen the time I sat up in my bed and listened, trying to hear if there would be screaming like Mike had said; but there wasn't.

"Ha, he was lieing..." Right as those words came out, there came the screaming. They were blood screams, male and female mixed together. I pulled the covers over me before screaming at the top of my lungs when I felt someone touch the top of my blankets. They were pulled back as I screamed louder then started to cry as I seen that my parents were standing beside my bed hovering over me.

Dad pulled me into his arms as he spoke. "You were only dreaming, calm down."

"Did you here them... them screaming?" I cried out.

"Screaming?" Dad looked at me like I was crazy, so did mom. How could they not of heard the screaming!?

The rest of the night I could not sleep and by the next night I did not want to sleep; though I tried. At five till twelve I was walking around the mansion.

Nothing seemed to be wrong, I had not heard screaming just yet. Twelve came and I was still walking around the house. I still had not heard screaming so maybe I had been dreaming.

I went into the din to sit in one of the chairs to rest. I closed my eyes for maybe three seconds before opening them and screaming at what I saw. Blood was everywhere in the din and seven men were hanging from the chandelier's; swinging back and forth slowly like they were just placed up there.

I ran from the room right into the ballroom to scream louder. Blood and body parts were everywhere of what looked to be four women. Looking to my left, I backed up against the wall crying as I seen this creature tearing apart a young woman as it was also eating her.

The creature looked to me with those big, blood red eyes. He, it rather, looked to be this wolf/human like creature, fur covering his entire body and his face... a face I will never forget... was bony and thin like he had not eaten in months.

He carelessly tossed the remains of the body to the side as I moved to stand in front of the window to try and make my way to the door without disturbing him. Slowly he made his way towards me before running at me. I turned, running away from him to just jump through the glass window with a scream, hitting the ground so hard I thought all my bones had shattered.

Laying on my back I looked up at the window, my vision was starting to blur, to see my parents yelling my name and looking down at me with fear showing on their faces.

JUNE 12TH

I woke in the hospital, strapped to the bed. My left arm was broken, I had cuts and bruises all over me, and my head was bandaged up. Why was I strapped down to the bed?.. I looked around the room and had realized, I was not in the hospital...

By: Deanna Marie McCullough