Notes
Dislclaimer: Inuyasha and company doesn't belong to me..wahhh that's so unstealthy...BUT THIS PLOTLINE AND STORY DOES, which is very stealthy
Genre: Suspenseful/Dramatic/horror/ a lil bit of ol' romance thrown in there (very little)/ and a partner of suspense...mystery! enjoy!
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Chapter 1- Abandoned
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Blood.
All he saw was blood. The dark substance coated the floor, the doors, his toys and his clothes. His room was coated in blood and tears stained his chubby face. There! The child turned his head rapidly to the place where he saw something or someone move.
"Momma? Poppa? Brother?" the child whispered. He heard a chuckle and the boy tried to find where the sound came from. "Where's my momma? Where's my poppa and my bro-brother?"
"Gone. They're all gone boy..." a man wearing all white with blood stains, really contrasted against each other. The man had a mask on that covered his features.
"Where'd they go? Will they come back?" the child asked timidly.
'Run Inuyasha! Run and don't come back!'
"I'll show you your momma though..."
The child ignored the voice in his head as he slowly moved towards the man who will show him his momma. The man smirked behind the mask and walked outside the room and down the long hallway. The child still followed, hope rising in his heart that he would see him momma again.
The man stopped in front of the child's parents door and opened it slowly. The child sniffed and smelled more blood. His mother's blood. He rushed inside. What he saw made him gag as he threw out his stomach's contents. There, hanging from the ceiling, was his momma's body. All her wounds were neatly and freshly cut and oozed out heavy amounts of blood.
The child noticed his momma's eyes were gouged out and only her empty sockets stared back at him. Her eyeballs were placed on a pillow on top of the futon neatly. The child saw two lumps in the far corner and assumed it was his big brother and his poppa. The child turned around and was met with the man who brought him here.
The man held a big paintbrush covered in fresh blood and stalked towards the cowering boy. He bent down to the boy's level and hugged him. The boy screamed and stuggled against his captor's hold, but the man didn't budge. He only moved when he dug one of his claws deep in the child's small arm, filled with poison.
"I'm sorry kid..." the man said and waited for the poison to start working. "I truly am..."
The child stopped as his small body slackened against the captor's arms, then he laid still. The man placed the dead child in the middle of the bed and turned around to leave, but he looked at the dead bodies and saw the child twitch. He slowly rose up and his dead, golden eyes turned violet.
"You don't sound sorry to me..." the child's voice was not his own, but that of the woman who now hung limply from the ceiling. The violet eyes held a dead sadness. "Why..."
The man ran towards the child and grasped his small neck. The dead child remained unfazed as he limply hung in mid-air, looking at the very man who killed him and his family. Soon, the violet in the child's eyes receded, to be replaced by the dimmed golden orbs.
The masked man dropped the child back on the bed and walked out of the room, only to come back with old looking sacks. He carefully placed the child's body in the smallest sack and closed it. He did the same with the other bodies. He left the room to only come back with an old wheelbarrow. He placed the sacked bodies in the wheelbarrow and left the room, and to leave this house behind.
The moon above hung low tonight as the night animals remained unusually quiet. The trees above loomed over the abandoned house, and never once did the murderer looked back. He will clean up the mess he caused by tearing down this house and rebuilding a replica, to cover his tracks. The man smiled and continued walking.
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A few months had passed and a villager decided to visit the dog youkai family and his mate, in the forest that lay on the outskirts of their village. The villager walked in when no one answered and walked towards the area where they usually ate and found nothing. No one was there, nothing was there, except this note that laid innocently on the floor.
The villager bent down to pick the note up. He read it and ran outside the house and into the village, yelling for the lord.
Those who comes
Shall be swimming in the black abyss
Never to return
This family had been paid back through death
Never step foot in this house
Unless you want to be trapped
Like a bug, struggling within
A spider's deadly web of many
Deciet and lies
The village guards and the lord tried to find the one who killed this loving family. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Months turned to years. Years turned to decades. As time passed, and the feudal era was no more, being replaced by modern Tokyo, the stories of how the killed family died changed over the years, and no one knew why they were killed or by whom.
Those who listen carefully, can hear a painful feminine scream and a desperate cry for help in the dead of night. Yet those are just rumors. People say that the child's soul haunts the house and kills those who dare enter it, to protect his family's property. Yet those are just rumors as well. Teenagers said that there are dead bodies in the abandoned house. Yet again, those were just rumors as well.
People said many things about the house that used to stand so proudly and calmly in the middle of the forest. The forest was cut down, only half remaining, being used as a backyard, as cement and human modern-day development surrounded the abandoned house that now stood creepily on a hill.
Stupidly, the mayor placed the abandoned house for sale to gain some money, yet no one bought it, as the legends about the house still echoed in Tokyo. Years has passed by and those who tried to fix up the house died a few days after. The doctors claimed that the workers died from something that should've been extinct long ago, back in the feudal era.
Five years had passed and no one dared go near the house. The mayor was superly pissed and decided to fix the house himself. He fixed the house and it took him a full year to do it by himself. Everybody was shocked that the mayor was still alive and the rumors of the house faded from Tokyo.
He even sold it to a family, but his moments were shortlived when he was found hanging limply, his eyes gouged out, in his bedroom. His eyeballs laid innocently on a pillow in the middle of his bed. Not to mention, he had neatly sliced wounds all over his body.
Tokyo went into chaos and everybody started comparing what happenend centuries ago to the mate of the dog youkai to what happened to the mayor. It was the same. The one who killed the mate, killed the mayor a year and a few months after stepping in the house. The murder was either a copy or someone was trying to relive the moment. Too late, the family who bought this house was not notified and when they took their first step in the house, they unknowingly knew they just planned out their deaths.
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yoooo, new story yooooo ahahaha. What do you think? First try on doing a suspenseful story ahahaha don't be shy and review please!! Sorry it's a bit short...it'll be longer as it progressed don't worry!
p.s. don't mind the grammar mistakes, even though english is my first language, i really suck at it ahahahah please bear with me!