The Old Cottage
There was this old cottage down the street, it had been abandoned for centuries. No one knew who had lived there in the past, the place was just a mystery.
My younger brother, Matt, wanted to explore the house ever since he was little. So I promised to take Matt there as part of his twenty-third birthday, but I would later regret doing so.
On the night of his birthday, we went there with our flashlights and cameras, we explored the old cottage.
It was an old-fashioned place, it had a wooden floor and a fireplace. The place was old and falling apart, it was infested with rats, and there was a foul smell in the air.
It was a small place, it only had a living room, a dining room, and two bedrooms. There were only four rooms in the house, but Matt told me there was an attic. So we decided to explore it, but we would later regret doing so.
We climbed the staircase up to the attic and opened the door, which made a creaking sound. We gasped when we saw that the attic floor was covered in dried blood and we saw where the blood had come from, it was a dead body.
Matt panicked when he saw the dead body and I tried to calm him down. It was the corpse of a woman who had died, she was a skeleton, she had died long ago. The worst part of it was that the skeleton was wearing a tattered, blood stained, dress. The blood on the floor was of course, her blood, but she did not have any more blood. She had bled out all of her blood before she decayed.
I saw a journal on the floor, the journal was covered in dried blood. I realized who the journal belonged to, the woman that was dead, the woman that was lying on the floor. I opened the journal and read a few entries, I found out who the woman was. The woman's name was Beatrice and she was born in 1803, her last entry was in 1826 implying that she had died in 1826 at only twenty-three years old!
This was her last entry:
I am scared, some strange men in black cloaks have come to the house. When they came, Father ordered me to hide. I saw them speaking with Father, Father seemed nervous about something... but what? I heard him and Mother scream downstairs! One of the black cloaked men is now in the attic and he has grabbed me by my wrist and-
The entry ended there.
Out of the shadows in the attic, the raspy voice of a man had spoken, "I see your brother! He is the age of choice, 23, now he will become one with Satan." the voice said.
I saw who had spoken, it was a strange man in a black cloak! It was the same people who had killed Beatrice! What made me even more nervous was the fact that the man in the cloak was carrying a scythe...
"DON'T HURT MY BROTHER, PLEASE DON'T!" I screamed.
The man in the black cloak swung his scythe and sliced my head clean off...
Credited to Elcidman
Originally uploaded on July 8, 2012
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