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It was supposed to be a nice, warm, sunny day, but it turned out to be cold and cloudy to the limit it was about to rain.
I just finished packing my clothes in the box but I took a break before I even placed them into the car. Sorting out everything is a wreck! To me, I didn’t honestly thought it was fair that I had to do the packing all by myself, yet, my stupid little brother, Brittle, was able to get help from me and my parents because,
My father already found a home around there, however, there’s a problem about it. It’s a very cheap and lonely mansion. I told my father, why choose that one, of all the other houses he would afford. But because that he founded out it was the only mansion available, to which I don’t believe, he purposely ignore everything else about this information. After talking over and over again about it, I really didn't give a crap about it anymore. I just muttered,
After a 10 minute break, I took one box each and stuffed them in the back of the moving truck. Meanwhile, Brittle is enjoying his break with a
So me and my family are already in the car, my dad is driving and the movers are following. Mom hates heights, so we had to go on a boat. As we continued driving again, already Brittle was screwing around, and causing havoc. I tried to ignore it as normal as I could. It’s natural since he lacks a lot of discipline than I ever would.
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A few hours past, and I woke up only to feel very light headed. Although I wanted to just go back to sleep, I decided not to since my throat was also dry. I got out of the room and went downstairs, at that time I heard strange noises, and discovered that my family was not present inside the mansion. Maybe they still had a lot of luggage to unpack, or are trying to find their own rooms. After all, they’re only 18 to 20 bedrooms. Hey. Who is to say that a mansion can’t be that fancy. I wandered around various of big rooms just so I can look for the kitchen, when I finally found it, I heard some very silent noises that actually can sound unhearable. It occurred a few times until it became more clearer.
"Madam……………………………………………………..”
I was a little creeped out, but I decided to ignore it. I opened the fridge and there was already a glass of ice cold water left untouched. There wasn’t a single bottle and I don’t even know if the water is running in this mansion, so I decided to take it. Hopefully it didn’t contaminate me. I was going to head back to bed while I was drinking the glass of water. However, the more sips I took, the more my condition got worse. It was at my limit I started losing my balance, almost to the inability to be able to go upstairs. I took slow steps hanging on the rails. I was then met with a slight female chuckle, it wasn’t loud, but way beyond quiet. It seemed impossible to hear. I looked around to wonder who is making all of these noise. Maybe, I’m suffering from insomnia? Or could it be my mother who is possibly reading a book? Who knows? All I know is the fact I was about to lose conscious in seconds. As I finally made it upstairs, it was a little too late. Everything was going black and my whole body was about to fall asleep on me, but not before I saw a figure from far away with only fiery red eyes glowing a bit, by then, I found myself asleep.
I opened my eyes, only to discover I was in my bed, tucked in, and with pajamas. The first thing I saw was a man was opening the curtains for the beautiful sun to shine. I must have slept off the day, for the last time I can recall my trip, the sun was already setting. Now it would be so bad must his appearance didn’t disturb me much. I couldn’t say he was a man, but then again he could be a cosplayer or something. However, he had white horns, he wore a tuxedo, and a long blue arrowed tail sticking out of the back of his pants. I couldn’t see his face clearer but the first thing he said to me was,
Tilting my head, I was riddled with so many questions directly after he first spoke to me. Who is this man, and how did he know my name? I didn’t speak at first because I didn’t want to be rude to someone I just met.
I tilted my head thinking to myself, What the hell kind of a name is Staniel? As for the surname Ainsworth. I guess you can say it’s an English name.
The moment he said that was the moment I realized, this man is actually one of them English butlers. Literally, a butler. Maybe cosplaying but who knows? He actually advise me to get some more rest as he left to get me some coffee or whatever. As curious as I was I decided, screw that and get up. Despite this small dizziness I went down the stairs and saw my father taking a cup of tea. He looked overjoyed, for whatever reason.
He looks at me with this crazy loving father act and approaches me,
Of course his dumbass didn’t read it. You can tell because he was so excited about moving in to a bigger place and having some rich fancy bullshit than focus on the things that are important. It ironically isn’t surprising since this happened before and we nearly got bankrupt from that one incident. I just shrugged it off and later asked where mom and Brittle was, and dad told me their locations. Mom is in the library reading something while Brittle is messing around in his new bedroom. Probably making a mess in my opinion. I’m not cleaning up his garbage, I don’t care what they command!
I went to the kitchen and then there was another butler I saw who is actually cooking breakfast. It was a female this time. However, she was just like Staniel. A long tail, blue skin, white horns and the same colored eyes that I assume is all makeup cosplay, however. She had long hair, and was wearing a different tuxedo only a man can wear for what I recall. She turns her head to me and ask,
I walk away from the kitchen and then decided to go upstairs. Walking there, I saw two frames of strange pictures that caught my attention. One of the frames was a well made painting of a man with those kind of long circle bearded moustaches, wearing a hat, and a fancy victorian clothing. Another frame is the same guy, this time, wearing a different clothing. It was a half buttoned white shirt and black pants with spandex and a not done tie. He was sweating and had a whip. Torturing what it seems to be two African slaves who are just doing what is told in order to survive. That is, gardening outside. In the background, it’s the same mansion that we live in, however, the title on the house poster of the front yard, ironically, said
I went outside to get some fresh air. Thinking my anxiety was increasing worst than just drinking a glass of water. When I turned around, the house poster in the front said
I walk around to see my mother inside of a beautiful glassed garden room. Probably browsing on the beautiful flowers inside, or some of the sculptures. Walking in the side yard, I saw a giant doghouse. I don’t know, but it looks very very odd. I don’t think anyone that rich would have a big dog house, let alone make one. Unless the dog is Clifford size. Then again, we don’t even have a dog. Maybe the
With all that aside, I took a deep breath and just walking right back inside after a good clean fresh air. I walked to the huge sitting room to at least get some solitude. Preventing all the noises, it was then I just took a chill and decided to move on.
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My memory is still stiff as I write this but however….
Ever since we had this mansion, my father still got so excited. I was still a little frustrated. My brother still pulled the most vicious pranks. So vicious that it made me want to thrash the little brat for once. But knowing my mother, she would confiscate all of my belongings. You can tell it was so obvious that she loves him more than me. It only has gotten worst because she always annoys me over everything. Especially
What is different in this family however, is the fact that the butlers actually has shown a more family figured manner than that of my real family. Stan would always find ways to cheer me up, along with his older sister Sheryl. They would make me some nice coffee that actually makes me truly calm down. They would discuss some of the facts about my interests that I never knew about.
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Three days later, my mother gets a call from his job hoping that they would get him on the phone. Knowing many jobs, they like giving work skippers a piece of their mind. But mom replied to them that she hasn’t seen him for three days. This is when they both filed a missing case. Since, nobody has never really seen dad in about like…. a good three days. Not even Stan and Sheryl were able to know his whereabouts. Yet, it still bugs me since they never stopped smiling. Even in a really really serious situation. I wouldn’t blame them for dad’s disappearances either however.
Here’s how things started to get strange. Dusk comes by, and I woke up with butterflies randomly flowing on my stomach. I wanted to get up and stop this eerie feeling, however, my body didn’t feel like moving, so I was stuck only able to move my head. When I blinked however. I saw a shadowy figure with red pupils glowing like a solar sun trying to flash at my face but wasn’t able to. I wasn’t even able to scream either. Just watch as it smiled at me. I then turned my head at the window and tried to go to sleep, even though it only made my stomach turn even worst. When a sudden hand gently touched my shoulder, my heart nearly skipped a beat and the only thing I heard as I felt a breath seeping down my ear was,
The next day came and I woked up. Without anymore flooziness. It seems to be that I was doing okay. Except, the horrible stench that was coming from my closet. It was so foul, I thought Brittle accidentally soaked and soiled his own bed again. I opened the closet and alot of burnt or rotten swishy items fall out. I was a bit horrified and disgusted. Brittle, who heard my screams, rushes and breaks into my room without permission and starts laughing.
My mom and the butlers overhears this swearing, as she storms in the room and roars,
All I did was facepalmed at her because nobody had the time to hear her ridiculous rambling over the fact that her
My mother turns back around, her eyes were widened in surprise and anger, as if somebody threw a item in the back of her head as a insult.
My heart was racing, my throat was hurting. I looked down in defeat, balding my fist. My tears were dripping on my glasses making it impossible to see. It was a everyday life that I have to face with this family to the limit that everybody was against me. I was sick of it.
Stan looked at me without a single blink, he tilted his head slowly before turning his head back.
I looked up at him. His smile became even different that it was just getting a bit too strange for me. While he remained smiling, the rest of his face was emotionlessly serious, he looked at me straight in his one eye and said in a most serious tone,
I wasn’t really thirsty, but I just went right back to bed after that and relaxed while the argument between me and my mother was still fresh inside of my head. It’s been midnight, I haven’t been able to sleep. I ended up sweating a bit. Season hardly even changed to spring. But I somehow ended up feeling butterflies running stomach as if something was wrong, plus I was sweating for no apparent reason. I turned around, thinking if it would be possible to at least maybe look at my room a bit and believe that nothing is there. Nothing scary at the least. I hate the dark and silent alot. It’s bad enough that I have a sense of fear coming in. Unless it’s my brother’s footsteps. He mostly creeps in my room just to pull pranks on me. And not the harmless ones either. After minutes of staring at my room, I finally went back to bed, but then within a second I heard a small crash as if somebody broken a base or whatnot. I sat up again and looked around and I saw shards on the lamp. The lightbulb exploded without even being turned on. I looked around, thinking somebody is there. I wanted to scream or at least say something, but my gut is telling me not to provoke the presence. I just layed down and hope that I can sleep it away. I was fine for a few minutes and the feeling of fear was going away. But then I heard a somewhat silent but ringing sound of a scream. It got louder and louder and then….. I heard a CRASH through my window as if some force shattered it in two. My heart skipped a beat as I jerked forward and looked around some more. My eyes were widened in fear and I was suddenly shaking. My stomach was crying from the disturbance of a shocking event and cold air was blowing through my face and right arm, some parts of the glass was in my bed as I looked at the window and saw the glass completely shattered, the hole looked like a figure of a hand. I felt myself breathing hard. I was getting even more nervous. To think my life wasn’t bad enough. The worst was that the butlers weren’t there within seconds to realize it.
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I was mad as hell at them. The next day I wake up to find out that my mom ended up disappearing. Pretty much, she must have been searching around the city to find my dad. Knowing her she would not stop at anything to check if my father was ending up in a affair. But my dad wouldn’t do such a thing. Probably might have been kidnapped by some jerks who want a ransom. Because he hates perverted behavior and even would delete any pictures of any male models from my phone. He sure finds a way to hack my phone to make sure nothing goes on. Stan and Sheryl were offering me and my brother some breakfast, but I rejected mines. I couldn’t get over the fact that something was horribly wrong and these two didn’t even bother to show up to see what happened. I was going to head upstairs, all the while looking at the beautiful painting of two slaves being abused by their master. Just from looking at it, those two slaves has a facial resemblance that looks JUST like Stan and Sheryl. I couldn’t see it clear because their faces were actually looking down showing that the two were working.
Stan walks to my direction calling for me and asked,
Shocked by the wrath roaring in my voice and lips, Stan and Sheryl answered,
I just glared at them while they were gone. The feeling of lashing out at someone who literally loved you, helped you, and treating you as if you were a part of their family, was just like trying to get back at the people who treated you like shit for the entire time. I felt relieved honestly. It was literally my true emotion of how I felt. All I saw when I was unleashing my anger at Stan was just… my parents who never cared about me. Who only defended Brittle who was just younger than me. It felt good too.
I kinda regretted it only a few hours later. Pretty much, because there was no need to treat them like trash just like that. However, the room was clean and the window was removed. At least it was warm outside and not windy enough to blow away a few light items that I have. Stan knocked on my door suddenly and said,
The moment he said that, it made me feel better. Maybe I was right to scold them like I did. Maybe I wasn’t. Then again. I was a bit stressed from last night AND from my mother yesterday.
Stan’s smile was polite and rejoiced as he said,
Sheryl was shocked and also felt even more guilt. She indeed recalled that Stan told her to keep Brittle from breaking in my room ever again.
Brittle aggressively got up and said,
Brittle was shocked by my words. Thinking that I was joking, he tries to get the last laugh was too choked up to even make a good comeback. All he can shout out was
Sheryl followed Brittle hoping that she can make him feel better. I was feeling more and more relieved.
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The next day finally arrives and Stan and Sheryl made me dinner. They weren’t much concerned about any of my family members’ whereabouts. What was served was… very odd. And was kinda unique and creative. It was meat that nobody has ever tried. Even though it looked and smelled like turkey, it was shaped very differently. Almost like a human but with missing testicles and head.
Stan, still with the smile again, had his eyes widened and his hand placed in his chest,
Stan, however was too shocked, he looked at Sheryl, who did the same thing Stan did. Opened her eyes wide and said,
Sheryl was a bit saddened and shocked even though she still kept a smiling face, she then looks at me and says,
Stan nods in agreement and looks at me. He still smiled, however, it wasn’t sad or shock or anything. It was getting seriously creepy. Almost sinister. As he said to me,
At the same time, I didn’t understand why they would able to keep and straight smile. However, it’s a relief they never resisted and they look more forgiving. Or at least that was how I saw it until that frightening moment.
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I felt weakened with pain and agony that I slowly got up, only to suddenly hear disturbing noises of crying, two or more people crying. When I look up and see that picture again. It suddenly faded drastically. It wasn’t the same picture of them being abused while working, or the picture of them getting killed by their abusive master. It was the tables turning. This time, I saw the servants, clearly Stan and Sheryl, with blue bodies, a tail, and horns, as they are smiling looking at their now mutilated, dead master in the ground.
My heart raced so fast, and the sounds of the crying did not help anything. The cries fade to laughter. Which was ultimately malformed. I started to shake and suddenly flinch when I heard something crack or break. When I turned around to the wall, it was scratched like a knife cut through it. The scratches was formed as letters and it was saying,
Hell, I almost pissed myself looking at it as I sprinted to the other side. When I make it there, three dog barks were heard. And they were also distorted as well, My foot then gets caught on something and made me fall in my face. My glasses fell off of me. I try to get it and get up but then I felt something digging in the skin of my limbs. My left hand reaches to my glasses and as I put them on, I saw each limb of the grass grabbing me and trying to come inside of my skin. I was screaming and crying for it to come off as I pulled very hard getting up. Some of the grass was pulled and I somehow manage to get up.
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When I came too, I suddenly realize everything was very warm. It was as if I was in a cabin or something with a warm fire. There was a fire however, but the place looked like it was a tool room. There were alot of tools hooked to a wall, and then there was a table. I saw three chains there hanging from the ceiling. What was supposed to be warm was actually an incinerator. And the smell wasn’t good either. It smelled like stains of blood. I tried to move, but when I looked down, my body was being tied into a chair. The chair was very royal looking but the skeleton hands were attached and were gripping my arms and legs so tight that I couldn’t even get out. Some kinda pinched my skin. My heart was racing again as I heard crazy and maniacal laughter. I was looking around. Afraid.
Stan extends his arm and raises it up high, flames started igniting a few feet from the ground. Something raises up from the flames, as the fire fades away I saw three corpses I can be able to identify to this day. Two of which were naked and hanging from a wooden cross. Within a few seconds of looking closely at it. I realized... it was the bodies of my own family! My father’s stomach was torn open, his intestines, eyes, teeth and tongue were violently removed, and so were his fingers and toes. My mother’s entire skin was shredded from every inch of her body that I can only see her meat. And Brittle….. he was even more unrecognizable than my mother. He has no meat or skin in his body but his bones were newly exposed and not in it’s right places.
I was shaking rapidly, I started feeling sick through my stomach and throat. I couldn’t even believe this is real. That they’re really dead. The two people I trusted from the bottom of my heart has killed my parents. I look up at Stan who turns to me. He was smiling again. However, it was more than you can imagine. His smile was more fainted, twisted and emotionless. His eyes were glowing a bit at the same time. It was as if he had no sense of humanity left in him. With his evil chuckle he said to me,
I was shocked. Thinking this was my fault that my family was dead. That these two were getting revenge on me for what I did to them for the days since I met them.
I looked at my family once more. The look of their own corpse has showed me that they’re suffering because of my spoiled behavior. The feeling of declining this offer would not only get me killed, but I will also feel as if I betrayed them and never gave a damn. I mean, they were a pain in the ass. But it was never enough for them to get me to wish they suffer or die. Especially not Brittle. That’s going too far. I DON’T wanna die. But it seems like I was already dead the moment I entered this damn hellish mansion.
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I decided to write my signature of the treaty. The pen started to move and slice my arm, drawing blood on itself while I was rapidly bleeding. And then it smashes itself on the paper, splattering the blood on it.
I couldn’t remember what happened afterwards. It was all so sudden, however. Everything looked back a big normal except, all I saw was clouds and I have this huge cursed tattoo in my right arm now. It’s been three days since then. I’m more alone, isolated, and it doesn’t feel like peace either. I’ll never be able to see the sun again either. Stan and Sheryl are still being polite to me to this day. At least they stopped the paranormal tricks at the night. But I still have yet to know what they’ll do next.
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