“Stenham house was an ancient locked thing and nothing returned there except for crows.”
Lost in the forest Marybeth was charmed by the crumbling facade of the ancient mansion. She wondered what the house looked like on the inside as she slipped through the rungs of a creaky black gate.
“What’r you doin’ here, Marybeth?” her older brother Winston cried, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.
“Mom’s worried. Said you’d been out so long she was ‘fraid you were lost in the woods for good. You know you’re too young to be out here alone.”
“What’s in there?” Marybeth asked Winston pointing to Stenham house.
” You don’t want ta go there, ” Winston said matter-of-factly. “Tommy Johnson went in there and never came out the same. He’s a touched now.”
“Well he still lives in the neighborhood,” Marybeth argued. “I see him at school. He doesn’t play with the other kids much but sits in a corner and reads. There’s nothing wrong with that. What happened in that house?”
Winston shook his head, “You’ll have nightmares Marybeth, I can’t tell you. Mom’ll kill me.”
“S’okay I’m a big girl now. I’m seven. I can handle it.”
Winston sighed,”They say a family was murdered there. An axe murder came in and hacked them all to pieces. Grandma, Grandpa, the parents, and worst of all the children. There were four of them and the oldest was eleven.”
Marybeth gasped, “That’s bad. I saw the curtains moving I think someone still lives there.”
“There was a fifth child, he was a tot. The nanny hid him but was butchered herself. Even though the little guy was adopted, he always woke up with nightmares about the murder, even as an adult,” Winston whispered.
” He lives there now, I think.”
“He decide to live there when he ‘came an adult. It was the only way he could face his demons. That’s what Aunt Sally told me.”
“Does Aunt Sally know him?”
“Yeah, they were in the same grade.”
Suddenly the front door to the delapitated house flew upon. Winston and Marybeth saw a gaunt middle aged man standing at the entrance. He motioned them over but then the crows began to fly and circle around the children, diving at them and pecking them when they tried to reach out to the man.
Marybeth screamed batting at crows as she ran all the way back home to the safety of her mother’s arms. Winston followed his sister, his screams even more terrified.
He swore to his sister, later, he saw the man at the door to Stenham mansion disappear into thin air. Marybeth believed him and decided to stay away from Stenhem house until she was older and wiser.
Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this prompt, focusing on having a Refrain in a song/poem/prose; some kind of repeating phrase. Also, I’m including and reworking lyrics to “My Jolly Sailor Bold,” from Pirates of The Carribean Four: On StrangerTides, using Disney’s words as a Refrain or chorus and my own for the verses.
Thank you again ClCouch123 for nominating me for this award. I know I pick and choose awards but sometimes I have time for them and sometimes I don’t. But lately, things have been less busy.
Here are the rules for this award:
1. Thank the blogger who nominated you for the award.
2. Display the banner/sticker/logo on your blog.
3. Share 7 facts or things about yourself.
4. Nominate 5 bloggers that you admire and inform nominees by commenting on their blog.
Seven Facts About Myself:
I hate cats. I know some of you love them so much. But I hate them and it is annoying when you post photos of your cats all the time, everyday. (There I said it! I like you, just not your cat)
I am very allergic to some cats to the point where I start wheezing (explains number 1)
When I was 12 years old I went to the lake with my family and got second degree sunburns from being out in the water, even with sunscreen applied regularly.
My mom or I did not realize the sun burn was so bad until I fell off a zip line at the camp ground towards the end and I fell on my back and it hurt so bad. The sunburn blistered and was amazingly red.
I hate camping. All the bugs and I’m allergic to most of nature and especially if you have to camp in a tent, that is awful. Even beer or Bailey’s can’t improve that experience.
My drink of choice when I was in university was a Vodka Slime or if their were a lot of people and my two bestfriends and I were trying to make it easy on the bartender — rye and ginger. I grew to appreciate it, it wasn’t my favourite but it got better as you drank it 🙂
My favorite kind of chocolate is mint dark chocolate. Purdys makes some very good ones.
Livings Disrobed – an awesome beauty blogger who totally shares my taste in makeup.
Angela Eve – Who writes about her College Odyssey. She is writing a book and has some great pieces of writing between her studies.
Angie Trafford – The World of words. She is an accomplished writer whose Flash fiction I always enjoy reading.