Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to house on haunted hill.
lockdown
this story is set after house on hauted hill (1999 version). this story is told from the P.O.V of Watson Pritchard's sister Joyce.
I grew up hearing horror story about Vannacutt and his butchery. my grandfather, father and brother died here. I push the door open and see a woman in middle of room.
"what the hell are you doing" the woman walks over to me and holds her hand out.
"Bela Talbot"
"get off my property"
"Joyce Pritchard"
"Pritch-ett"
"alright Bela what the-" two men round the corner toward us.
"you are tresspassing you know this right"
"and you"
"own the property now get out !" the minute I finish the sentace I hear lockdown going into effect. the metal plates slide into place shuting out the light.
"what the hell was that !"
"lockdown" the plates slide into place.
"what was that"
"lockdown it's on a reset relay timer"
"meaning" I look down at my watch 8:15 AM.
"12 hours, 8:15 PM tonight" I walk into the parlor and sit down next to the fireplace. The taller of the two walks over to me.
"Sam Whinchester that's Dean" he holds out his hand I shake his hand.
"Joyce Pritchard, what the hell are doing here" Bela walks over to the bar and opens a box of cigars.
"I wouldn't smoke those Price was known as the gag king, terror incognito on it's opening day he had cars filled with dummys and go over the side on a rigged section of track to make people think they might die" Bela lights one of cigars, it blows up. Bela tosses it to the floor.
"who bring these thing to birthday party"
"better then his last party he got food posioning and thought his wife did it, he slipped a laxtive into a bottle of gin"
"okay so you know about and his twisted sence of humor what you know about Vannacutt"
"born in 1889 in Germany came here in 1913 he was a prolific art collector, master surgen and mass murder" I point to the stain glass ceiling.
"brought this place in 1925 had that put in to drive the demons from the mind using the angels of treatment" I pull out Vannacutt's journal.
"what's that"
"Vannacutt's journal he kept notes on his life and the daily events here some of it is German the other bit English, a few drawings of the inside of a human body"
"what are here for"
"my dad died and brother died here, my grandfather had a knock down drag out fight with Vannacutt the day he died, I came here to burn it down"
Dean gives me a wierd look.
"this place kills now I am going into the basement stay here if you want" Bela goes up stairs. The basement door lays on the floor in pieces.
"what the hell happened"
"don't know my brother died here no ones been here since" I hear a sound I don't what it is, Dean is looking he licks it.
"who slathers jam on a banister" I reach over and turn on the lights.
"whoa !" Dean jumps in place at the sight of the dissected body's on display.
"if Price weren't already dead I'd kill him"
"those are an actual Vannacutt display been, here for a long time some say those are people Vannacutt's victims on display"
"nice guy"
"Joy"
"who said that"
"Joy help me"
"Watt"
"Joy" Sam put's a hand on my shoulder.
"it's not him" the sound of laughing ecohes though the house.
"does this house always do that"
"that's the reason no one comes within 100 miles of this place, which reminds why are you here"
"the ghosts"
"please tell your not with those idiots"
"idiots"
"ghostfacers morons wanted to a walktough after everything that's happened, I don't profit off the dead"
"no we're not with those idiots, we heard about everything think we know how to get rid of it"
"and Bela"
"is here for something of value she intends to take with her"
"your telling me I left a cat burgler alone"