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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.
But then the worst comes in when he starts picking on and harassing me. I can’t even remember in words of how bad it is. He started throwing food at me, making them annoying noises, kept on calling me, to the limit when I finally told him to shut up, along comes my mother scolding me. As she implies me to leave him alone, for I’m the one bothering him. Can you believe how dense she is? She and my father are always on his defense. It makes me slightly angry, satisfying Brittle at the process. You can tell because he makes a slight grin at me before sticking his tongue at me.
Luckily, we were 3 hours away to our new home. I was already getting sick of all this drama and harassment. I went upstairs to avoid undoing the packing, I suppose Brittle was doing the same, while my parents were doing all the work by themselves. There were a list of bedrooms that were in the halls with only one bathroom. So, I decided to take the 12th one for myself. I don’t even know if these were anybody else’s surroundings, but to be honest with you, the room looks very nice. I guess you can say, it’s well roundup like a Barbie Doll House. I closed the door, placed all my bags in the side and jumped right in the bed. It was very soft, pretty much where you don’t have to roll over to find a comfortable position to sleep on it. I was tired anyways, so I took a little nap.
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“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.
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Stan looked at me without a single blink, he tilted his head slowly before turning his head back. “Perhaps a little bit of tea can help soothe all the trouble?” I just nodded, I spoke no more. My whole day was already as ruined as it is. Stan made a bright smile and said, “Tomorrow, we will be serving delicious cherry tea that will make you feel much much better than this current day. Sheryl and I will also try to reconsider your groundation by having a talk with your mother. Hopefully, the madam will understand us.” He said as he walks out of my room, he then stops for a second and turns his head to me. “One more thing, madam?”
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, “Becareful what you wish for.” Before he turned back and walked away.
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 went back to bed, hoping that no more of this paranormal events come back, sleeping it off. As I rest my eyes, nothing more happened. Not until, I felt a really bad rash in my leg. It was irritating, it was itchy to the limit after I kept scratching it a few times, it's starts hurting and burning. Some parts were swelling up like chicken pots, acne and zits. I was rubbing my legs hoping it would stop..... but then I felt a pop, and no signs of liquid or blood was felt. Instead, I felt a crawl coming down. I glanced around, knowing that something didn't seem right. I put on my glasses, uncover the blankets, and my confused face turned to ultimate shock.
BUGS!!!
Lots and Lots of bugs! Coming out of my boiling newly growing acne skin. Pretty much growing out of them! Horrified, I scream very very loud! Trying to slap them, brush them and get them away from me! And quickly got from my bed. I ran to try to find the butlers as I cry for help, but I was so distracted by the sight of the bugs coming out of my legs to the limit I lost balance and fell down the stairs. 12 flights!
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, “YOU’RE NEXT”. I screamed out of my lungs and I sprinted out of the door, outside. My racing heart was choking up my throat and uncontrollable tears were running down my eyes. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I was hearing more laughter as the door made a loud shut on me. I ran to the side of the house to see if I can find the butlers as I cried for help. But when I make it there, I see the giant doghouse. And almost six red glowing eyes looked at me. My heart skipped a beat and my already recovered looking legs were shaking.
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.
“What’s going on!? What is this!?” I shouted. I then heard a deep voice laugh. With that voice, it was very familiar. “Stan?” I said recognizing that voice. I then saw a figure behind in the shadows with yellow glowing eyes. It stepped forward to the light, finally showing himself. It was Stan! I couldn’t believe my eyes, it couldn’t be a butler that would do such a thing and tie me up like this. However, he still made that polite grin in his face as he looked at me.
“If it isn’t a surprise! Good evening, Madam!” he said. His sister, Sheryl came forward shortly afterward grinning as well. My eyes were widened with rage. “What is this!? Is this some form of a joke!? Untie me from here or I will make sure my father will get you fired when he gets home!”
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These two butlers are literally demons. And ironically my fate was sealed when I have entered here. I should just go downstairs to get some things to make me at least a bit cheery. In th end, what’s gonna make me cheer up anymore?
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