The Haunted Britin
Fandom: Queer as Folk (QAF)
Rating: T
Genre: Supernatural-Horror-Romance
Pairing and Characters: Brian/Justin, Ethan/Justin, Ben/Michael, Jennifer, Debbie, Carl, Craig, Hunter, Emmet, Ted, etc… (Possibly all will come out later)
Summary: His continuous scream is echoing between the empty halls, calling his beloved one, trapped inside the old house with no way out, and no one can stop him getting his revenge. Hundred years has passed and now Justin is moving in…
Disclaimer: QAF belongs to its respected owner and no profit is made from this fic
Warning: idea of homosexuality, idea of supernatural being, some probably gruesome death images, and typical horror stuffs, almost forgot to mention... AU. The setting is yes... a little bit in the past, no connection with the show at all
A/N: Now you probably have realized my hobby of ghost stories and horror flicks ^_^. Yes, I am going to make this into horror series, which means, there will be characters' deaths, but nothing angst like my previous story. I hope this time it will end nicer than my previous attempt of writing romance. I'll try to make it as beautifully as I can though, despite the horror part. Comments are always welcome.
Prologue: The Rumor of Britin
An elegant, big wooden old house stood still and empty in a certain suburban area in West Virginia. It was a beautiful house with tall secluded iron gates that separated the residence with the forest beside and behind it. Three layered yards featured the area inside the gates before reaching the main house.
The first layer of yards was a wide open yard in front of the house; healthy trees, bushes and flower gardens beautified it. The second layer was used for a private tennis court on the right side, a wide pool at the center, and a pool house at the left side. The backyard was completed by stables for horses and a landscape for riding practice.
People in the same neighborhood called the house Britin House. It was already empty when people began to notice its existence. Older people wisely kept their children away from the area around the house, telling them scary story that the house was cursed. No one was able to live there more than a few days.
They said people who lived there either got sick or got crazy. They said people who wandered around the house would disappear and wouldn't come back.
That was the Britin House… No one exactly knew what happened there hundred years ago, but people were aware of the danger despite the beauty.
Each night every neighbor who knew the house history would wonder who owned this house this year. Who would live there this year? Could they stay longer than the usual occupants?
And every passerby who walked passing in front of the gates would hear voices, whispers, mourns from behind the bars. Intrigued, yet scared at the same time.
Who was talking? Who was whispering? Who was mourning?
In the night of full moon, they would hear a searing pain of scream waking them up like nightmare, and no one would try to leave their comfy respectable house because they knew… whoever went out there to check on it, would never be seen for the second time again.
Death, missing, mystery, those were the characteristics and the things that surrounded Britin House.
Yet, the house still had that alluring, enticing feeling that brought people to own and occupy it.
This year was no different.
Because some family from Pittsburgh already signed the contract to purchase the house, not knowing a damn thing about its history, and thinking that the house was a big fortune they would never have again if they passed the bargain.
Not that they would say anything… or maybe they would, just… not right now.
They would see if the house liked its owner this year.
They would wait if the new owner would greet them and asked them about the house.
They might not know the exact truth, but there was always the rumors, and no smoke would spread without the fire, right?
Tonight was a silent night. The Britin House was silent. A sign that someone would trespass the boundary, very-very soon.
The neighbors were also silent, slowly watching behind the curtain of their living room between their routine activities.
Even tonight, Britin was still standing stunningly, but no longer dark. Some lamps were turned on and the elegance of the house was striking more than usual, like illuminating and glowing in the darkest night.
Yet they couldn't help wondering… who would become another sacrifices to maintain its splendor this year…
End of Prologue
Tbc…
A/N: I know it's short. But it's only a prologue, folks. I promise to make another chapter soon enough. Yes, there would be Ethan/Justin here… for the sake of appearance *winks*. Don't worry, Brian/Justin portion would be much-much hotter XD. Anyway, review? I want to know what you think about this.