Broken Promises
Chapter 1
Dulvey, Louisiana. A small town with only a few shops and very few restaurants. The only reason I moved to the lowest of the lowest of rural areas, was because I needed to get away from the past that haunted me. I've been living here for about 2 years now. It's quiet, and nobody really bothers you; although you will see on the news from time to time about people going missing. People really shouldn't think much of it. Maybe they wanted to leave and get out of this shit town and go someplace nice without anyone knowing. Kind of like I did, but the opposite.
I only have one person here in Dulvey. My boyfriend. Well, he's kind of my boyfriend. It been an off and on thing again with him. He jumps up and goes with his friends on their "TV SHOW" and doesn't return for days. No phone call and no text. Some people like surprises, but I do not. I had recently been looking for a job, not really for money, but to get my mind off things. Sad thing about that is, nobody is hiring. I do remember seeing an ad on a website for babysitting, but I kind of pushed that to the side. I love kids, but I can't have any. I guess it's kind of selfish to not take the job because some lazy mother can't be there for her children.
I had finally had enough of getting 'rejected' from my applicants, so I sucked it up and decided to pack my bags and take this babysitting job. It was the type of job that you just had to show up with your things, and hope that they hire you. If not, then that was a waste of time and effort. The ad said babysitting, but I really think that it is something along the lines of a 'live in babysitter'. Either way, a job is a job. I haven't talked to or seen my boyfriend in almost 3 weeks, so I hope he's okay. I wouldn't necessarily call it love because it's far from that. More along the lines of 'Friends with Benefits".
The job was at a place in the bayou. Supposedly this place was huge. I would be taking care of the kids, and making sure the family had everything they needed; whether it be cooking, cleaning, washing clothes or anything of that nature. I had thought about this job for a long time before I started packing my bags and putting my stuff in the car. I decided that it was time for a change. I load up my 4 bags, hop in my car and head to the bayou.
The drive isn't that bad, and despite most people, I actually enjoy driving. It's relaxing and therapeutic. Well, to me it is. The drive wasn't that bad. Only 20 minutes up the road. Although, I had forgotten about the hurricane hitting and the road was extremely muddy. I didn't think my car would make it. I finally stopped in front of a gate. I sat in my car for a couple of minutes inspecting the outside of the house. It was old and creepy looking, but I will give them credit for how big it is. I finally open my car door and get out. I grab my bags and head towards the gate. They must get a lot of visitors because it was unlocked. With all of these people going missing, you would think these people who have better security than this; especially with a house this size.
I try to step in the less muddy of places. I just hope that nobody is was watching me because I know I look like an idiot. After what seemed like forever, I finally made it to the porch. If they were to ever sell this place, it could be listed as a fixer upper. I make my way over to the door and knock. My arms and fingers wee red and going numb from carrying all my bags at once. It's almost like when you go grocery shopping and you are going to take all 50 bags at once or die, rather than making just 2 trips. I decided to knock again since nobody had answered the door yet. Again, no answer. I told myself not to go in, but I wasn't about to waste this gas for nothing. I put my ear up to the door and heard nothing. No footsteps, no one was talking, nothing. Maybe they're asleep, you never know. I place my hand on the door knob and turn the handle. The door creaked open. It was an eerie creek that you hear in horror movies. It just has that sound of 'Don't Enter'.
The stench from the inside of the house almost knocked me on my feet. It smelt like rotting meat or something decaying. I walked inside and let the bags slide off my arms. The arms were numb. Straight ahead down this creepy hallway was some kind of storage cabinet. It wasn't locked of anything, but I decided to open it. All I found was an old VHS tape. I kind of thought to myself how long had this house been like this because nobody watches VHS anymore. I turned to my right and entered the kitchen. The sink had black mold all on it. The fridge had rotting meat, what I assumed was a ham. Well, that's what it looked like.
I did notice one thing about the house that kind of freaked me out, all the doors and windows were boarded up. Maybe it was for the hurricane, but this house looks like it had been like this way before the storm hit. I just shook the thought away. I didn't need to be paranoid. I continued to search the rest of the house. As I turned the corner to exit out of the kitchen, I noticed a red light coming from upstairs. I have learned from many horror movies that you should just let that be. So I did and continued walking down the hallway. I noticed to the right of me that there was a door boarded up with nails sticking out of it. Whoever boarded it up, did a shitty job. There was a door straight ahead of me. I walked up to it and pressed my ear to the door. Nothing. I tried to open it, but it was locked.
I turned around and decided to try the other door. Luckily, it was unlocked. I guess this was the living room. Odd place to put it in a house, but it was quite nice. The couch sat against the wall to your left. There was a coffee table in front of that. A chair diagonal from the couch. A piano on the opposite side of the room. A fire place and a table with a TV and a VHS player. The thought ran through my head about the VHS tape I found when I first walked in. I decided to retrace my steps and grab it. I turned around to go out the door, and I swear I saw someone. I froze in mid step.
"Hello?" I say in a shaky voice. I know I told myself not to get paranoid, but that was creepy as hell. I didn't get a reply so I cautiously walked to the door. I peeped my head out and saw nothing. Not a damn soul. I did however get this feeling that someone was watching me. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I walked down the hallway quickly, and turned left into the kitchen. I felt more at ease here, I guess because there was a lot of light. I continued straight and checked to my left when I got to the door frame. Nothing. I turned to the right and opened the cabinet. I grabbed the VHS tape and walked back to the living room. I closed the door behind me. I walk over to the table with the TV and VHS player on it and sit down. I popped the tape into the player and decided to see what was on it.
My blood boiled when I saw Peter Walken's face pop up on the screen. Peter, Andre and Clancy started this 'show' called Sewer Gators. They thought that they were the paranormal investigators I guess you could say. The problem with Peter was that he would always steal Clancy away and leave for days. Yes, Clancy is my 'boyfriend'. Peter would always get him in trouble by taking him to strip clubs and being his 'wingman'. Either way, I don't know why I am getting so worked up. It's like I said, it wasn't love anyway.
I watched the tape as they entered the house, just like I had done. Clancy was holding the camera, Andre was walking around looking for things and Peter was the star of the show. Peter was mocking about how the house wasn't haunted and that how the family had died here. Then, that's when the tape took a turn.
You hear Peter say "Clancy, where's Andre?"
They look around the house. They bypass the stairs and head into the living room. Peter kneels in front of the fireplace. He pulls on a lever and a hole opens in the wall, then the tape cuts out. It nearly gave me a heart attack from the white noise. I hate that sound. My heart didn't stop pounding because I felt a presence behind me. I turned the TV off and sure enough, I could see a figure behind me. I slowly turn around and I am met face to face with an older man. He wore glasses and he was going bald.
He could see the fear in my eyes and I knew he loved it. He gave a sly grin and put up cloth up to my face. It was in a blink of an eye. I didn't even have time to react before I saw darkness. I felt him pick me up before I completely blacked out.