A story inspired by horror-loving Punks and Goths. If you're confused, look up 'Splatterhouse Trailer' on youtube.
"Make a wish?" Gwen asked, moving a strand of teal-dyed hair out of her eyes.
"Yeah, I know it sounds cheesy, but make one. This spot is made for wishing."Duncan grinned.
The two had found this Mansion just a week ago...and wondered at how peculiar it was. They had wandered deep into the nearby forest on one of their dates, and found it. It was like something out of a horror movie. The Mansion was easily Five...Six stories tall. Gothic-Victorian in style, which lured Gwen to it in the first place. Making it all the creepier, a graveyard was nearby. The day after, they visited the library to find out just exactly what the story behind this house was. Looking through town records, the Relict dated all the way back to 18th century, being built around the time the Pilgrims just started colonizing America. Not much else was found out...only that is was owned by a 'Doctor West'...who committed suicide shortly after living in the house for only a year or so."Ooh, how scary."Duncan commented.
Slowly, they had visited the house every night...moving closer to the door...until this night.
They had walked up the massive lawn, the night eerie with fog and the sound of night creatures. Opening the door, it stopped halfway, as if warning the two of what may lie inside. Duncan forced it open, and they entered.
"I wish...for us to be together...forever."Gwen said,looking at the Green-Mohawked Punk.
"You sure? I mean, being with me forever is a pretty big commitment...you may get bored."Duncan smirked, which made Gwen punch his arm playfully."I'm sure."Gwen replied,squinting her eyes to see into the dark.
Much of the entrance hall they had entered was blanketed by darkness and take their minds off of the boringness of stumbling through the dark, they shared a moment together."Together forever?"Gwen asked once more, moving closer to Duncan."Forever and Ever babe."He replied, moving closer himself until they were kissing. The peace was shattered by a gutteral sound in the shadows.
Breaking their liplock, Duncan protectivly pushed Gwen behind him. More gutteral sounds, magnified by numbers. "What is that...?"Gwen whispered, more curious than scared. Suddenly a flash of claws...the spilling of blood...and a scream.
"DUNCAN!"
Gwen knelt beside him, watching as precious red blood spilled from Duncan's stomach. Entrails could be seen through the tattered clothing and torn flesh. He didn't reply, just gritted his teeth through the pain. Another attack out of the darkness, this time a swift kick to his skull. Duncan slammed against the wall. Before Gwen could reach him, something grabbed her, pulling her into the blackness. She struggled, trying to escape a steel grip.
"Hush dear girl..."An ancient voice spoke to her."You are home now..."Another scream, and Gwen dissapeared.
"Gwen...wha..."Duncan muttered, but was replied with another attack. More scrapes and claws...so much pain and echoing...
"Take him to the basement. His corpse will be that perfect decoration I've been needing..."The ancient voice from before spoke, laughing. Duncan felt himself being lifted up, carried to his burial ground.
"Gwen...I'm sorry..."Was all Ducan muttered before he heard a door opening, and his limp, dying body was tossed downstairs into the basement.
It felt like an eternity. Breathe in a raspy breath...breathe out a raspy breath. Duncan could feel his own blood pouring out...sticky and telling him he would die any second now. What had happened?
"I'll tell you what happened..."
"...Who...who's that?"Duncan managed to gasp out. Was another person down here with him?
"I'll tell you what happened...but first you have to put me on."The voice sounded deeply distorted, like one of the voices heard screaming in a death metal song. Except this distortion didn't come from a studio...just from another world.
Forcing his head up, Duncan reached out and held a mask. Even though his vision was blurry, he could see that it was a hockey mask. It instantly reminded him of Jason Voorhees. But this mask felt cool and solid like steel...
"Put me on. Then you'll have everything you need to know."The voice repeated.
Duncan cautiously brought the mask closer to his face. The voice was impatient now, bordering furious.
"Put me ON!"It nearly screamed."You want to save Gwen...don't you?"It added smoothly.
This was the incentive Duncan needed. He placed the hockey mask on, feeling it's cold metal shape around his face...
Suddenly a violent force surged through his body. He could feel skin stitching itself together, blood running back through his veins. Even his clothes were repairing themselves. In seconds he was back to normal health...almost. The force became even more violent, and Duncan let out a gasp of pain. He felt muscles all over his body tighten, his bones lengthening, and even his very cells changing. The voice was inside his head now, laughing."Duncan...you're mine now."