The House
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the WWE super stars. The house is real; it's in Philadelphia, Pa. I made the mistake of entering, and I am telling my story. Some think the legend is real and some don't. You decide.
Chapter one: Just the Beginning
On the edge on the woods, there stands a beautiful Victorian-style house. Only the paint is chipped off, shutters are hanging from hinges, shingles are falling, windows are broken and the house has been abandoned for over a century. Why doesn't anyone fix this place up? Why doesn't any buy the house? A lot of these questions have been unanswered until now. The story goes, there was a family: a mother, father, and four kids. The father owned a large company. He owned torture cambers all over America. An enemy of his company, in their own house, killed his family. The twin boys were shot in the head in the kitchen, the father was strangled and found in the basement, the oldest child was stabbed to death in her bed and the mother drowned in the pool. This left the baby alone. The people came in and starved the baby, leaving her alone and she soon died. Now, the family comes out to seek revenge on the trespassers of the house. They want to make sure no one gets into their house.
"Come on, Kat!" Anthony Rubino yelled. Katie ran outside with everything she needed in her backpack. Today was the day they were going in that house. They wanted to find out for themselves what was in there and why nobody lived there.
"It's about time you stopped playing with your hair." Tim Dettra said, sarcastically then smiled. Katie ignored him and jumped on her skateboard as the three others did the same. They all lived on the same block, a few blocks up from the house.
"We gotta get out of there before midnight." Eddie Clark said, Eddie had dark brown hair, blue eyes and was tall for his age. He was one of Katie's best friends.
"Why?" She asked confused.
"Because, at midnight, strange things happen in there." Tim said, adding a creepy a sound at the end. Tim had blonde hair, which he spiked up, blue eyes and was extremely handsome.
"Like what?" Katie asked looking around.
"At midnight, the spirits come out to haunt." Anthony said, he had light brown hair and green eyes and a smile that could melt the sun.
"I'd have to see it to believe it." She said grinning mischievously. As they came up to the old house and left their skateboards by the concrete steps. They hurried up the steps, and came to the back doors, which was boarded. Katie slid through first and grinned at the three boys.
"It helps to be thin." She said and laughed. Eddie squeezed through, then Tim, then Anthony.
"I gotta cut back on the doughnuts." Eddie said and Tim, Anthony and Katie nodded in agreement. Katie looked around. There were scraps of wood, metal and such on the floor. It looked like people were in the middle of fixing the place up but just left with out anything. There were cans of paint, brushes, coolers, and even a radio.
"Hey, look at this." Anthony said as the others came to his side.
"It's a plan." Tim said scanning the paper.
"People were just here last month." Eddie said, staring at the paper.
"Where did they go?" Katie asked.
"The spirits killed them." Anthony said, looking around, examining the place. Eddie found steps that lead to another floor and started up them. There was a loud whooshing sound and he bolted back downstairs, out of breath.
"Something is up there." He said, and it wasn't a joke. He walked into the kitchen and found another door, only this one came up from the floor.
"I am not going down there!" Katie yelled. Anthony pulled up the door and headed down. Tim went down, then Eddie, leaving Katie alone.
"Wait!" Katie yelled and started down. She looked around with the flashlight.
"Oh my god." Tim said in almost a whisper as he tripped over a skeleton.
"This is the torture chamber!" Anthony yelled and hurried back up the ladder. Katie ran up, then Tim and Eddie. Katie walked towards the back door.
"Bye, guys." She said as she went to leave.
"Wait! You can't leave!" Tim said as Katie turned to face him. Katie came back in.
"Fine, but no more torture chambers." She said looking around.
"You're scared!" Eddie yelled, laughing. She shook her head.
"No way! Okay, maybe a little." She admitted. Eddie and Anthony walked out of the room. Tim sat on a counter and looked at Katie.
"I want to apologize." He said.
"About what?" She asked, sitting next to him.
"About being a jerk." He said and looked to the floor.
"It's okay. And I should apologize for being so stuck up and bossy." She said, smiling as Tim hopped down.
"Come on, let's go find these "ghosts"." He said and helped Katie down. A cold shiver ran down her back, as if some one was blowing on her neck. She turned around quickly.
"Who's there?" She asked, looking around. Tim looked confused.
"What's wrong?" He asked and put an arm around her.
"Some just...oh forget it." She said as they heard cars pull up outside.
"Ed, Anth, hurry!" Tim yelled as he slipped through the boards. Then Katie went through. Eddie and Anthony soon were out and they were running down the street. Katie looked back.
"Look, it's the WWE limo!" She said. She was always a fan of wrestling and maybe even wanted to be a wrestler herself. Katie turned back and started to run towards the truck. The driver stepped out.
"Is this Comly Rode?" He asked as he glanced at the old house. The other three ran up behind her.
"Yeah. You're not thinking of letting the superstars stay here, are you?" Katie said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Well, this is where Mr. McMahon sent me." He said looking back at the house as the door opened.
"Hello, there." A tall man with long blonde hair said, stepping out. Katie stared at him starry eyed.
"Hello, I'm Katie, these are my friends, Anthony, Eddie and Tim." She said.
"I'm Adam Copeland, er, Edge." He said holding out a hand. Katie shook it and Adam looked back to the house.
"So, this is where we are staying?" He asked the driver as he nodded.
"Alright then." He said and motioned for the rest of the stars to come out.
"You might not want to stay here.." Katie said with unease. Adam grinned.
"Why not? It's not like we are going to tear the place apart." He said, occasionally looking over to the spooky house.
"Well, you see, there's this story that the house is haunted." Katie said, knowing he wasn't going to believe her. The driver walked back over.
"Everyone, back in the car. We have to go meet up with everyone at the arena. You four can come and talk on the way there." He said as they started into the limo. Katie looked around then back to her friends. It was amazing! A bar, tv, lights and much more.
"So, what's the story?" Torrie Wilson asked.
"The story is a whole family was killed in different but painful ways." Anthony started off.
"Everyone who enters the house dies in there." Tim said, as he slid an arm around Katie.
"And how do you know this?" John Cena asked, as he leaned on his knee.
"We were just in there." Katie said as a cold shiver ran down her back. The whole car sat in silence.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the WWE super stars. The house is real; it's in Philadelphia, Pa. I made the mistake of entering, and I am telling my story. Some think the legend is real and some don't. You decide.
Chapter one: Just the Beginning
On the edge on the woods, there stands a beautiful Victorian-style house. Only the paint is chipped off, shutters are hanging from hinges, shingles are falling, windows are broken and the house has been abandoned for over a century. Why doesn't anyone fix this place up? Why doesn't any buy the house? A lot of these questions have been unanswered until now. The story goes, there was a family: a mother, father, and four kids. The father owned a large company. He owned torture cambers all over America. An enemy of his company, in their own house, killed his family. The twin boys were shot in the head in the kitchen, the father was strangled and found in the basement, the oldest child was stabbed to death in her bed and the mother drowned in the pool. This left the baby alone. The people came in and starved the baby, leaving her alone and she soon died. Now, the family comes out to seek revenge on the trespassers of the house. They want to make sure no one gets into their house.
"Come on, Kat!" Anthony Rubino yelled. Katie ran outside with everything she needed in her backpack. Today was the day they were going in that house. They wanted to find out for themselves what was in there and why nobody lived there.
"It's about time you stopped playing with your hair." Tim Dettra said, sarcastically then smiled. Katie ignored him and jumped on her skateboard as the three others did the same. They all lived on the same block, a few blocks up from the house.
"We gotta get out of there before midnight." Eddie Clark said, Eddie had dark brown hair, blue eyes and was tall for his age. He was one of Katie's best friends.
"Why?" She asked confused.
"Because, at midnight, strange things happen in there." Tim said, adding a creepy a sound at the end. Tim had blonde hair, which he spiked up, blue eyes and was extremely handsome.
"Like what?" Katie asked looking around.
"At midnight, the spirits come out to haunt." Anthony said, he had light brown hair and green eyes and a smile that could melt the sun.
"I'd have to see it to believe it." She said grinning mischievously. As they came up to the old house and left their skateboards by the concrete steps. They hurried up the steps, and came to the back doors, which was boarded. Katie slid through first and grinned at the three boys.
"It helps to be thin." She said and laughed. Eddie squeezed through, then Tim, then Anthony.
"I gotta cut back on the doughnuts." Eddie said and Tim, Anthony and Katie nodded in agreement. Katie looked around. There were scraps of wood, metal and such on the floor. It looked like people were in the middle of fixing the place up but just left with out anything. There were cans of paint, brushes, coolers, and even a radio.
"Hey, look at this." Anthony said as the others came to his side.
"It's a plan." Tim said scanning the paper.
"People were just here last month." Eddie said, staring at the paper.
"Where did they go?" Katie asked.
"The spirits killed them." Anthony said, looking around, examining the place. Eddie found steps that lead to another floor and started up them. There was a loud whooshing sound and he bolted back downstairs, out of breath.
"Something is up there." He said, and it wasn't a joke. He walked into the kitchen and found another door, only this one came up from the floor.
"I am not going down there!" Katie yelled. Anthony pulled up the door and headed down. Tim went down, then Eddie, leaving Katie alone.
"Wait!" Katie yelled and started down. She looked around with the flashlight.
"Oh my god." Tim said in almost a whisper as he tripped over a skeleton.
"This is the torture chamber!" Anthony yelled and hurried back up the ladder. Katie ran up, then Tim and Eddie. Katie walked towards the back door.
"Bye, guys." She said as she went to leave.
"Wait! You can't leave!" Tim said as Katie turned to face him. Katie came back in.
"Fine, but no more torture chambers." She said looking around.
"You're scared!" Eddie yelled, laughing. She shook her head.
"No way! Okay, maybe a little." She admitted. Eddie and Anthony walked out of the room. Tim sat on a counter and looked at Katie.
"I want to apologize." He said.
"About what?" She asked, sitting next to him.
"About being a jerk." He said and looked to the floor.
"It's okay. And I should apologize for being so stuck up and bossy." She said, smiling as Tim hopped down.
"Come on, let's go find these "ghosts"." He said and helped Katie down. A cold shiver ran down her back, as if some one was blowing on her neck. She turned around quickly.
"Who's there?" She asked, looking around. Tim looked confused.
"What's wrong?" He asked and put an arm around her.
"Some just...oh forget it." She said as they heard cars pull up outside.
"Ed, Anth, hurry!" Tim yelled as he slipped through the boards. Then Katie went through. Eddie and Anthony soon were out and they were running down the street. Katie looked back.
"Look, it's the WWE limo!" She said. She was always a fan of wrestling and maybe even wanted to be a wrestler herself. Katie turned back and started to run towards the truck. The driver stepped out.
"Is this Comly Rode?" He asked as he glanced at the old house. The other three ran up behind her.
"Yeah. You're not thinking of letting the superstars stay here, are you?" Katie said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Well, this is where Mr. McMahon sent me." He said looking back at the house as the door opened.
"Hello, there." A tall man with long blonde hair said, stepping out. Katie stared at him starry eyed.
"Hello, I'm Katie, these are my friends, Anthony, Eddie and Tim." She said.
"I'm Adam Copeland, er, Edge." He said holding out a hand. Katie shook it and Adam looked back to the house.
"So, this is where we are staying?" He asked the driver as he nodded.
"Alright then." He said and motioned for the rest of the stars to come out.
"You might not want to stay here.." Katie said with unease. Adam grinned.
"Why not? It's not like we are going to tear the place apart." He said, occasionally looking over to the spooky house.
"Well, you see, there's this story that the house is haunted." Katie said, knowing he wasn't going to believe her. The driver walked back over.
"Everyone, back in the car. We have to go meet up with everyone at the arena. You four can come and talk on the way there." He said as they started into the limo. Katie looked around then back to her friends. It was amazing! A bar, tv, lights and much more.
"So, what's the story?" Torrie Wilson asked.
"The story is a whole family was killed in different but painful ways." Anthony started off.
"Everyone who enters the house dies in there." Tim said, as he slid an arm around Katie.
"And how do you know this?" John Cena asked, as he leaned on his knee.
"We were just in there." Katie said as a cold shiver ran down her back. The whole car sat in silence.