It was a dark and miserable night the howling wind swept pass homes lights beamed there colours through the downpour, lightning flashed and split the dark and purple rumbling sky into two. In the distant the tall and big stone house stood as it had done for many centuries. Its tall towers and high walls resembling that of a castle, tall square windows were that of a stately home, yet black and dark with the reflection of the lightning that would lighten its true colours. The door was old and rotting yet made the entrance more Erie as it stood in-between wooden but stable pillars. The stone and pebble path leading its way from the drive to the door. Overgrown grass and hedges were in a race to reach the heavens, many leaning over and covering much of the west side of the house, windows submerged behind overflowing dead weeds and plants. The cracked path that lead to the door was weeping with weeds, the sides unseen.
The house stood with its kindom all around.
The day was warm, the sun was shining bright over this small town. As the family drove up the old dusty road to the drive way the children could see the new house. Tall trees lined the ruined wall. The 3 children and their mother went inside while there farther put the car near the garage.
Inside the place was welcoming though cool, a young women welcomed them, they assumed she was the owner, as she showed them around talking with a slight fear in her voice. The woman was young, and in her thirties, tall and well built, she had long blond hair yet this was only the beauty, as her face was smooth yet pale and scarred, her hands worn out by something, she was young yet her looks made her old. As they waited in the living room she appeared with her son who was about 11 years old, he too was scarred but only to his legs, he was small for his age and nervous, yet a friendly smile was always made. His fair hair and freckles covered his face. The boy showed the children around and their rooms, which were large for such a small house.
Later on that day after the tour and talks everyone met again in the living room for tea and biscuits, which was the owners welcome. The furniture was to be left for them, well most of it, the things they needed arrived soon after the owners left, yet as they left, the woman told them about the two cellars, in which one was locked and one was open.
"Only open the unlocked cellar, don't open the other one" said the women.
It was 9:00 when they had finished tidying up and had supper, they all went to bed early, as tiredness crept on. The house was quiet and everyone was asleep, coldness and dampness had seeped in and the air was now a chilly, a small whimper could be heard from the kitchen and footsteps of a child were heard on the steps, The clock struck 11 O'clock and echoed around the house, Craig 7 , one of the children, woke after hearing a noise in his bedroom, the last chime faded as he realised what it was, but as he laid back he caught a glimpse of a figure, it looked like a shadow of a 11 year old boy, he looked at it and started to speak but as he did it disappeared, a huge laughter was heard which scared him and it was a while before he fell asleep. Yet it wasn't long before it happened again, the house, which was warm, had now turned cold, whimpering came from downstairs, and footsteps were heard all over, and this time it was when the clock struck midnight. Craig and Mark woke up after hearing voices and footsteps downstairs, they both entered the landing and looked at each other, cautiously they walked down but no one was there, however, a green light was peeping through the kitchen door, growls and screams were heard. Craig slowly approached the door, with his hand out reaching for the handle, Mark followed in his shadow, suddenly the door opened in front of them, the green light dazzling them for a second, a gust of cold smoke met them, as they focused on the floor they realised that blood was every where and the shadow of the boy was now clear. he was 11 years old and covered in fresh blood, he stood in the doorway of the cellar, the locked cellar which was now opened. The boy pointed into the cold darkness as he walked towards the two shocked boys speaking in a calm and sad voice, his bright green eyes looking at them.
"Help me" a tear of blood came from his eye which were now solid and cracked. But as the boy entered the living room there was a big bang, lights flashed and they were plunged into darkness, a gust of cold smoke again swept pass them, knocking them out. As daylight broke the boys soon came around and opened there eyes thinking it was all a dream, but a feeling and something was telling them that it wasn't.
They all sat quiet around the table for breakfast, their parents looking on in confusion and caution as this was not usual, until the question was asked.
"Why can't we open the cellar" asked mark, there was no response from either their mother or farther as neither of them knew the answer, they looked at each other, there minds challenging and asking who was to answer.
"Do you believe that people can get revenge when there dead " said Craig, Everyone except Mark looked puzzled
"Why do you ask that" asked Lee 11,
"Well we saw a " started Mark
"A GHOST" interrupted Craig, "From the cellar"
After dinner Daniel (8) crept into the kitchen and got the keys, but was stopped by a green slimy hand with a serious and deep voice "DON'T OPEN THE CELLAR"
"Why" asked Daniel in a nervous and fear voice, but before it could speak Craig and Mark came in and stopped with there vision fixed onto the hand and keys.
"Just don't open the cellar, revenge is waiting, DISASTER HAS YET TO RECOVER" but Daniel ignored him and shoved the hand away, yet on opening the door they heard 3 cries, from there mother, the old owner and her son who seemed to appear from nowhere as though they too where ghosts.
There was silent all around with fixed eyes on the dark cold and damp cellar. Soon the silence was shattered by a cry of laughter and sadness, a sharp pointed arrow came flying through the air from the darkness and hit their mother, piecing through her eye, she fell and the other women disappeared into the darkness, a scream faded into the air, in the direction of the cellar, Now only the children and the two spirits were left, there farther approached the door and leapt towards the cellar to shut it, but he fell into the darkness, he too struggled to close the door but there was a shadow, a boy standing at his feet watching him, he mumbled freedom. Craig ran towards the devil with anger, and stabbed him in the heart, black blood poured as he fell to the ground grinning, but he soon struggled to his feet and the blood vanished.
"Iam already dead you fool" shouted the spirit, he looked at the women who appeared at the door and was struggling to close the door and breath, he hit her with the knife and she died, her face grew older, the skin was drying and crumbling, the skeleton soon emerged and shattered to dust which was blown into the cellar, her son soon started to fade, and crumbled away as it followed her into the darkness. The second boy fell and melted into the darkness only breathing his last words.
"Get out quick, this is only the beginning, and has no end, only this is revenge. He had an accident and we locked him in the cellar and killed his brothers and parents, we were his friends but he wanted to live, and so he tried to kill us, instead he has taken the souls of those who come into this house, and now his time had come, we've protected and locked his spirit away and now you have released it to kill us" explained the boy, suddenly they felt the there skin burning,, there blood was bubbling, the room started to turn green and swirl, soon there throat was dry, they ran for the door as the house seemed to move, they reached the door and brightness met them, though Craig collapsed, his body blown away like dust, Mark entered the brightness, but was plunged into pure darkness, his hands melted before him as his eyes bulged and explode, his body bulging like bubbling sour milk, the smell of dead bodies met his earth shattering scream, followed by a shower of guts and blood. Rich entered the out side, but his mouth was hot and he Shaw on the arms of those who met him the blood that poured from his mouth and ears. Unable to hear or speak, he looked upon the house. as it burst into a ball of light, soon the sky turned from its burning colour to pure blue, everything soon calmed and everyone knew what had happened.
He returned after days of treatment to the place, and there it stood. The house was blocked off, no one was allowed there, despite the fact no one dared to, a warning sign was put up and a sign with a message for those with curiosity.
They soon learnt that this was the night he died, and his family burnt. Also this was the night his spirit returned to seek revenge as it had done for many years. Yet this time was to be the final visit.
House and Cellar for sale.
A place were the child played, and the over protected mother protected him from all the little devils. The Cellar is the resting place and home to those who dare to tread and those who don't believe.
Underneath someone had scribbled - ALL HE WANTED WAS REVENGE AND TO LIVE.

Written by Wolf
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