Never Again

Prologue

Upon the discovery of this house it has brought nothing but sorrow and death. It refuses to parish as the spirits within crave to once again to taste the blood of their victims. To once again feel the contact of their tools at work battering and brusing their prey. To have pleasure in hearing their screams as they cut off, peel at, burn, rip, scrape, scratch, break, everything mentally and physically about the human they are tearing apart. They want to feel the satisfaction of knowing that the person they killed will die with their last thoughts being that of an insane person's.

The only problem is, is that the spirits of the house aren't what you should fear. What you should fear is what's in the dark. What's hiding in the shadows at night. The weird sounds that flow with the airy breeze that creaks the house at night.

Despite all of this three children live in the house. Two boys and a girl no older then the ages of six. When visitors would stop by they would find the children playing out side,  no parents around. When people from town would visit, well that's just it the people of the town wouldn't visit. They tired everything to stop tourist and others from even thinking about the house but no one would ever listen.

No one would hear their pleas. No one would take them seriously. So they stopped. They never said a word about the house but people still asked the most common and dreadful question of all.

" The Sakura House? Isn't that the house where all those people went missing and where the town tired to kill those three children? " The question always seems to catch the towns people off guard. They always want to help the poor people who go to the house but they can never seem to find the courage.

They can never seem to break the rules of the game.

The rules that favor in the one who is sacrificed to the children and becomes one with them every year on March 31st.

This time will be no different.