Chapter 1
Darken Party
Crimson looked up at the gloomy manor, hard to belive it stayed in good condition after so long. Being out in the middle of nowhere, not many would find it. It was a black house with some old wood, the roof was a dark brown with vines on it. Not many other cars were around, Jason better not have given him the wrong place!
Crimson turned off the headlights and got out, locking the car, placing his keys in his pocket. His amber eyes gazed up at the home, the front view had about 5 windows, possible had about 4 floors not counting the roof. He looked around, no sign of anyone, maybe he was early, these parties normally started around nine.
It was very silent, and a sense of not being alone hung in the wind. Crimson blinked as another leave hit his face then the ground. The house creaked a little, the vines scraping the chipping black paint.
He gazed up again, maybe a look inside won't hurt. Not like he believed in the rumors around this place. His shoes cracked under the dead leaves and twigs on the ground. Not a surprise with how many willow and maple trees were around here. Crimson took a step on the old stair, it creaked below him. He bit his lower lip, starting to have second thoughts about this idea.
"But, there is nothing here." he said firmly, taking another step with another lower creek. Crimson took a deep breath as he stepped onto the porch, the wind blew against his face, ruffling his hair. He placed a hand on the green and black door, different symbols were carved into it. Slowly he shoved and the door silently open.
Dust and a smell of old people rushed at Crimson, a cold breeze shoved his hair back. Crimson's eyes adjusted to the low light, as he took a step into the house. He held up his portable flashlight for some light, cobwebs on stuff from the 50's was what he made out. An old chandler hanging above, he really didn't trust that. And candle holders looking to be untouched.
Sheets were drapped over some things, Crimson slowly closed the door behind him. He gazed around the front room again, stairs led upstairs and another door to the left, possible the living room, and the right maybe the dinning room. He blinked and took another step away from the door, there was no sound, just a eerie silence. The beam from the flashlight made little light in the dust-covered house.
Crimson took a deep breath and began to advance. He gazed to the living room and began to walk to there, darn his curiosity. He stood in the doorway, and looking around the sheet covered room. A piano was at the other end of the room, and several places to sit. There was no TV, so that made it true it was possible back in the 50's.
He look back at a table on the other side, carefully he walked over to it. He shined his flash light on several papers. He picked one up, it was a little faded but able to read.
March,
It has been a long time, since I last had someone here. The lonely feeling has gotten comfortable, but, I wish to have someone to talk to again. But, being who I am, not many would speak to me. Perhaps a young one, someone who doesn't know. But, all the kids are kept in the village. Why? I just want someone to stay for a while. If possible, forever.
'This guy had some problems, being alone must have driving him mad.' Crimson thought, placing the paper down. The others were just formal letters to people, they were more faded so the one he read was the most recent. His amber gaze turned back to the room.
'How has this house stayed in good condition, and why has no one taken it?' he thought, going back into the main hall and to the dinning room. Crimson then began to wonder what time it was, it was around 8:40 when he enter here, so, why was no one here yet?
He took a slow step to the dinning room, but, maybe he should leave. No one was here, so he could go out and call Jason for the place, yeah. Crimson walked back to the door and pushed, nothing. He shoved and pulled, but the door wouldn't budge. Fear now began to creep up on him. He was trapped!
Crimson took a deep breath, okay no need to panick, a window would get him out of here. No worries, the door is just jammed, this house is old. He turned back around, and began to go forward, looking for a way out.
Up stairs, something took a deep breath. Someone was here, someone has come. Yes, they were here, and this someone was no leave him alone again.
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