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Pat stumbles upon the secrets of the house history , while the former residents linger in the cellar.
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18*February *1859 Doug took another swig of his whiskey, homegrown is always the best, he thought. he rolled the liquid around in the glass. Ben drew three cards from the deck. Doug barely paid any attention to him, his mind wandering. "what is it sir, your mind is not on the game." Doug frowned. "Two months ...Two months ago my son took his life..." he coughed, pulling the heavy coat around his shoulders. It was cold and damp in the root cellar, but it was quiet down there, and no one would bother them and they could be as loud as they wished. Doug sighed. "He would have been 21 today..." he shook his head. "I don't understand it. I thought he was happy. Why would he do that to himself?" Ben knew of course. He knew how to keep secrets. Not much longer now, he thought. All shall be better soon. Doug coughed again. He was noticeably becoming sicker. His wife had been poisoning him with arsenic,
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Ann shivered. "I have a funny feeling." Gretchen looked at her, then at Pat, who seemed mesmerized by something. He stood there, paralyzed, his face frozen in a blank stare. "What are you looking at?" Gretchen asked, and then she realized what he was staring at. A jolt of icy cold shot up her spine. It was dark, the only light being the moonlight that shone overhead. Despite the darkness, a lone figure stood on top of the hill. It was black as the darkest midnight sky and eminated total darkness and pure malice. It stood about 12 feet in height and about half as wide. "Is that who I think it is?" Ann asked, her blue eyes never leaving the horrific figure. "You guys see him too, don't you?" Pat asked. "You mean the grim reaper?" Gretchen chuckled nervously. "I guess it makes sense he would be here with all these lost souls." Ann said. Gretchen frowned. "Yeah, but I think he's come for one in particular. " She finally took her gaze away from the dark figure, even though she was frozen in fear. She watched as David approached, the limp was more pronounced now. He looked like his drawing that he had done of Ben. The black cutaway coat, the low top hat, the blue button up shirt.. "I think he came to collect him." She pointed at David. David looked at the oppressive figure. "He shall not take me. We must go." It wasn't David's voice that spoke, but Ben's. He was inside of David. Gretchen's fears were becoming a reality. It seemed that Ben had taken hold of David now. She let out a heavy sigh. Something must be done. I don't know how to deal with this. I'll need help. For now, we should get away from this place.
October 27, 2026 at 4:12 PM