I jogged into my room, thoroughly confused. Why is it not on the map? Is anyone living there at the moment? Is it really abandoned? If it is, who lived there? Is he, or she, still alive? Why did hey move out of it? Why hasn't someone bought it out yet? Is it even on the market? DING! It was my doorbell. I walked to my door.
" Why, Hello. Welcome to the neighborhood!" Said a woman with short red hair, a pink shirt, and a faint southern accent.
" Uh... Thanks." I said.
"Joyce." she introduced.
"Jackie." I muttered. She handed me a tin covered in foil.
"Well, I'm goanna welcome you like I always do the new neighbors. Baked you a pie!" she said with a grin.
"Oh. Thanks!" I said.
"You're welcome." She said, walking away.
"Whoa! Wait!" I called to the woman.
"Yes?"
"Do you know anything about that house on the hill?" I asked.
"It may take a while to tell you..." she mumbled
"Oh, well, we can come inside... Its a little messy though. I'm still unpacking." I said, taking her inside
"Well, about ten years ago, we had this woman in the neighborhood. She was our Avon lady. She eventually went up there to sell some stuff, and found this young man. His name was Edward. Now, he was just as normal as you and I. Only difference was... He had scissors for hands." She explained, pausing to see my reaction.
"He was WHAT?" I shouted. I was being attacked by an ass ton of questions and emotions. Was this real? Was it possible? Is this Joyce lady completely off her rocker? She giggled.
"Well, he was brought down from that hill there. And, he was normal for a while. He began cutting our bushes, then our pet's hair, Then ours. Soon, Edward and I started a little salon. He then took me into the back room and he..." she trailed off. She swallowed, and began again.
"Well, soon after he snuck into a neighbor's house. And then, he snapped. He chased the Avon lady's daughter's boyfriend up to the house. He killed him, and then the roof caved in on him." She said, all the while looking out the window at the house. I took the pie from the table into the fridge.
"Well... thanks for coming over." I uttered.
"Uh... yeah. You're welcome." she said back, walking out the door. I began thinking again. Why did this Edward kid have scissors for hands? Was that even possible? I looked up at the mansion again. The roof looked fine... I had made up my mind. I was goanna go and see if this rumor was true. It was both dangerous and probably illegal, but a little peek wouldn't hurt anybody... right?
