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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
My father already found a home around there, however,
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 "HUGE help!!"
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.
But then the worst comes in when he starts picking on and harassing me. I
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
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,
"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
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
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
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"‘Have we 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
"Your father, Master Riddick, has told me alot about you. He said you ended up having a fever and passed out.
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.
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He looks at me with this crazy loving father act and approaches me, "Dear Sweet Penelope Forrester I Have Some Sweet News!" he shouted before sipping his tea and resumes, "The mansion turns out to be cheaper than I thought and we were able to have free well skilled butlers!"
"How does that work?" I asked, knowing a butler
"Good question!" he replied, " All I had to do was to sign a contract."
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"What was the contract about?"
"Well….. I
Of course his dumbass
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, "May I help you, Madam?"
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"I assume you met my baby brother, Stan!" She answered, at the very least I can call him by his nickname and not that weird ass name, "Sherylion Ainsworth at your service!" She nodded and turned her head back resume her cooking. Another weird name I just heard. So weird, I decided to call her "Sheryl" instead. "Stan was just serving you a beverage. Do you want any beverages?" she asked.
"I wanted something cold to drink." I responded. Sheryl tilted her head in a sort of confusion and then gives me a bright smile. She points towards the refrigerator and says, "
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,
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 "Forrester". This surprised me on the inside however, because in the frame I saw "Blackwood". It kinda tells me that since we moved in, the poster kinda changed. But I
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
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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A few months past and I was already kicking it in to my new school (currently, it was close to our winter break). I made a few new friends there. Many people seemed nice. Stan was serving me my own lunch at the time. My mother had her new job herself while Brittle was a bit bitter on his own school. Good for him that the teachers in his school were strict from what I heard. My father said he was on his way to work. After he kissed us goodbye, it was the last time I saw him.
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
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.
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"A soily dead designs for a soily braindead dork!" he roars out. This is the last time I have ever gotten my mood drop for a ridiculous reason as I finally screamed, "WOULD YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!?"
My mom and the butlers overhears this swearing, as she storms in the room and roars, "Are you kidding me right now!? You and this vile profanity that you lash at your brother for? Why
All I did was facepalmed at her because nobody had the time to hear her ridiculous rambling over the fact that her "precious" son has pulled a repulsive prank against me. "Do you not see what Brittle did to my closet with ALL of my good clothes that Sheryl designed for me!?
"For
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. "Excuse me!?" My mother slowly walks to me, "Um, am I hearing my own daughter talking back at me with such a tone!?" her voice got rougher before she calmed down thinking that she knows a way to hurt me, "
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.
"Madam Penelope?" I heard a dark toned voice and then a warm hand touching my shoulder. When I looked up, it was Stan. He was still smiling. However, it
"I am terribly sorry about this cruelty," Stan apologetically said, "He requested us to bring him the rotten chalk liver we were saving for personal reasons. We had no idea he would play a prank that would result in a horrible outcome. For our punishment, we will redesign the clothes that we have made you. Again, we are so sorry."
"If Brittle
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?"
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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
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
Stan walks to my direction calling for me and asked, "Madam,
"Damn idiot!
"Oh dear…." Both of them whispers, they looked worried and felt responsible.
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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, "Madam Penelope? Do you have a moment?" I just looked at the door. The feeling of rue was choking my own words of apologizing. Stan opened the door and came in, while I just looked away. Stan was still smiling, but this time the rest of his face is looking a bit concerned if
"I would like to apologize about last night. My dear sister and I were working downstairs in the basement as blacksmiths we were unable to hear the strange noises in your room.
The moment he said that, it made me feel better. Maybe I was right to scold them like I did. Maybe I
"Speaking of which," Stan continued, "To make you feel better, my sister made this coat for you from the bottom of her heart." He pulls out a medium sized but a very heavy box and opens it. It was a beautiful dark and leather waistcoat. It was so fashionable. Maybe old-school, but, it was as if Sheryl literally put her effort in it. I took the coat, got up, and tried it on. It made me feel happy in some strange way. "This is cool. I like it!" I said to him.
"WILD LITTLE BRAT!!!!" I stormed to him and shoved him. He pretended I threw him to the ground, even though I
"Now now! You two, enough with the fighting!" Sheryl runs towards us and tried to break the fight. I immediately let go of Brittle and just punched her instead. She falls back and gives the same surprised but smiling look at me as Stan did when I slapped him. "You said you were gonna keep him from bothering me again!!!"
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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. "Dearity….. I…. I apologize."
Brittle aggressively got up and said, "You
"Uh! Yes I am!" I responded to the little runt.
"Master Brittle. Everyone is our master. We are meant to serve everyone.
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 "EVIL WITCH!" before he stormed off.
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Sheryl followed Brittle hoping that she can make him feel better. I was feeling more and more relieved.
Nighttime comes, and trust me when I say things started getting from bad to worst. I was already in a deep sleep. What woke me up was a sudden scream. The scream was almost like the cliche child scream movies and television shows. Not only did I sat up quickly, but my heart was beating very very rapidly.
The next day finally arrives and Stan and Sheryl made me dinner. They
"I hope you enjoy our service madam!" Stan smiled politely to me. I tried the meat in favor since I like meat. I realize the taste was very different compared to Turkey or ham, but very delicious. "Wow! This is good!" I said, "What did you make in this?"
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"We call this the Brittleback Dish!" Stan chuckled a bit. Not only was that name stupid, but his smiled told me it was a joke or something. I started getting a bit irritated.
"Really?" I said, "Of all the names, you call it
Stan, still with the smile again, had his eyes widened and his hand placed in his chest, "Oh dear. Another threat while we were finishing our errands again?"
"Oh no! Not really, it
Stan, however was too shocked, he looked at Sheryl, who did the same thing Stan did. Opened her eyes wide and said, "But Madam… that is my story. I thought
"Yeah, well I
Sheryl was a bit saddened and shocked even though she still kept a smiling face, she then looks at me and says, "Very well then. I will have it removed by tomorrow."
Stan nods in agreement and looks at me. He still smiled, however, it
At the same time, I
It was nighttime again. Thing seemed to calm down. But I still manage to wake up. I just got up, thinking and wondering has my family ever returned? I was starting to get concerned. But maybe
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.
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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
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.
I rushed into one of them latter looking fences that is attached to the house, and climbed on it. I slowed down after I was at least a few heights away from the trees that seemed to calm down. I was crying to myself. This is becoming even more of a nightmare than it ever was. I
Suddenly, I heard a finger snap. And before I could react the entire thing I was climbing in was starting to fall. I lost my balance and landed on my head. Possibly cracked a skull, none the less everything went black like a off switch.
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
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"If it
"Aww. You still believe your parents will come back to save you?" Stan said. He acted more sarcastically than that of honesty, "You
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
I was shaking rapidly, I started feeling sick through my stomach and throat. I
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. "However…" Stan walks towards me, "Your behavior towards those around you in this mansion has impressed us! It would be a shame if you took back everything you did because you at least putted on a show for us. So
"This treaty will grant your parents and little brother a chance to be escorted into paradise without any forms of torture. However, by signing this, you will also have to make a deal for you to become our master for the eternity until we are of no more use for you. However, if you decline, not only will we have to kill you, your family will definetly be sent to the pit of fire while you on the other hand will live in paradise in our granting. That is, if you really
I looked at my family once more. The look of their own corpse has showed me that
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.
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"You have made a good and intelligent choice, Madam." Stan said with the once again twisted and evil smile, "We have already made your dressing appointments for you to wear in the morning. Other than that….. SWEET DREAMS." He touches my hand lightly before piercing his claws on me slowly dragging his hand from my elbows to my wrist down. My dizziness was distracting me from the pain and agony coming from my hand.
I
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,
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