Hey everyone! How is everyone holding up? With everything crazy going on right now, I thought that I might pop in with an update for you... It's about a house... Okay, I did not think this through! I just wanted some creative distant way to write about Collin as some little teaser because I am working on something else with Collin and Armen, and the subject I chose was a house. Oh well.

I have some easter eggs in here to odd theories that I have explained in my Reactions to the Haunted on Wattpad, but I will explain them after this. Yes, the Lya has her theories back, even if they are obsolete at this point.

Let's Go On An Adventure


The house was very old, and to any unsuspecting eye, it was a normal house. Maybe it was rundown, but it had stood for hundreds of years. Travelers sometimes went inside to look for supplies, but they never found anything. At least, they didn't unless they stayed the night. Sometimes they would wake in the middle of the night with the feeling someone was watching them. When they looked, however, no one was there. Apples dropped from the ceiling from no source. Footsteps sounds from the next room over, muffled only by the moth-torn carpeting. Some travelers, when they went inside, were never seen again.

However, these were just stories. The house might have been odd, but few really looked into the house and its odd happenings. It served its purpose, and most people forgot about the old house. It was, after all, just a house. Most people didn't even know where it came from, or why it was still standing after all of these years.

Here is the true story.

The house was once owned by a well-off man, his wife, and his two sons. To the unseeing eye, they would have appeared to have been happy. The father was the Captain of the Guard, and he made enough money to afford this house and luxuries for his wife and children. The children would get into mischief as all children did.

Though the neighbors did note that their eldest son was rather odd. Sometimes he would sneak off into the woods late at night only to return muttering to himself about nonsensical things. He would lash out at those who spoke to him, and soon their family was driven apart even to the unseeing eye. The way his parents regarded him, it was as though he no longer existed.

Strange happenings would occur around that house. Animals would disappear only to be found dead later. Eventually, it was no longer the animals that disappeared but the people too. No one dared to speak out against the sons of the Captain of the Guard, but there were mutterings about the odd boy in the house, and some were certain that even the parents knew that there was something wrong.

Then, one day, everything just stopped, and life went on. The people went on their way, chattering about everything but the family who once lived in that house. It was as though they had forgotten that the family had ever existed, which most of them had. The house, once grand and proud, began to fall into disrepair.

But the house still stood.

Not everyone had forgotten about the inhabitants of the house. The village blacksmith was commissioned to do repairs inside of the house, and for a short period of time, the people's attentions were drawn back to the house. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since they had seen anyone come or go from that house. Some considered going inside to check on the family, but then they decided that they were fine and the blacksmith could handle things on his own.

Of course, the blacksmith was never seen again, but life went on as he was forgotten, too.

There was something going on in that house. Between demon deals and premature death, the house had seen its fair share of haunts. As the years passed and the rest of the village passed from memory, it still stood, an eternal testament to the strange happenings in that house. People could come and go, but when they went inside, they would find it empty.

And still…

And still someone might emerge. For the first time in what felt like years, so many years, a boy emerged from the house and ran into the library looking for books on demons. He got what he wanted, along with many strange looks. People no longer remembered the Captain of the Guard or his family. Now it was a boy and his strange tall friend who mostly stayed inside unless he was acting like the young teen's bodyguard. When he did, he spoke little to everyone else.

How could a house have changed such a loving family? Whatever happened to them? If someone had stumbled inside that house one night as the moon disappeared behind the clouds and the air was unnaturally still, they would have found the bodies in the bedroom and the blood on the walls. They would have found a traumatized teen sitting in a puddle of blood clutching a note to his chest. They would have seen the demon-possessed brother preparing his next strike. They would have seen an odd flash of light before a creature, a being of some kind, entered the house like it was his own. Of course, everyone forgot to question anything about the house and its inhabitants. It was just a house.

Days after these events, the figure woke in the middle of the night. He had tossed and turned under the covers for a while, but he couldn't sleep. Eventually, he stumbled into the kitchen where it was dark and it was just him and his friend. Bloodless. Unafraid. Happy.

"Hey Armen? Are you awake?"


Let's see, theories I tackled here. The working title for this, before I completely made it about the house, was Looped, and it was going to delve into timeloops that allowed for Drake and Armen to be trapped in the house for a long time. As the people forget about Armen's family, it's because more people come and go over time. The house remains virtually unchanged until it falls apart, and yet on the inside, the three nights of the haunting are repeated over and over again in the dream world.

Grayson is the repairman and the blacksmith as I have combined these two roles. Still don't know why Herobrine has it out for him!

Surprisingly, I made no reference to the Sacred Diamonds. I was going to dedicate a few paragraphs to them, but they couldn't fit in where I wanted them too.

CJ: Flip flapping yes! Flip flap away!

For my next one-shot, I have a bunch of ideas. Also, it is entirely unfair when you ask someone who doesn't know this fandom to give you romance plots, and one of them includes burning desserts (sure innocent enough til Lya adds context) and the other is freaking falling into lava! I have quite a few that I am working on, so stay tuned! I'll try to get them out as quick as I can!

~Lya200~