Freak House

The Story of Freak House

     They say it happened years ago, on a silent and dreadful night. A boy no older than sixteen walked inside the house with his friends, but never walked back outside with them. Horrified, they called the police and searched every crevice for their friend, but no one had found him. This was all most people knew, unfortunately. 

     But, one very special girl would one day  know the rest of the story and spread the truth. She would say to her neighbors that after the boy's disappearance, one of his friends, a young boy named Rehu -- who was known for his exceptional beauty -- visited the premises while a vicious storm raked through the once sleepy town. As he walked inside the grotesque house of horrors, a voice called out to him. 

     "Rehu, don't you want to play?" a bone-chilling, bloodcurdling whisper asked, ice cold lips of dead flesh touching the cup of his ear. "It's so fun here. It's never boring. Come play with me, my amethyst."

     "What are you?" Rehu asked, his voice trembling from the horrendous feeling of what he could only presume to be death looming closer and closer to him. 

     The voice cackled. "Oh, Rehu. What do you think I am?" 

     Rehu swallowed and realized that his hands were shaking violently, almost as if they wanted to pull from his limbs so hard they could run and save themselves. The thought made him wonder why he was still in the house and not far, far away, preferably in his mother and father's arms. "You are not mortal. You are...something else." 

     Hands curled around his throat gently, almost as if they were caressing the smooth skin. "Good guess, my amethyst. Why are you here? You're far away from home." Suddenly, the hands wrapped around his throat squeezed so tight that Rehu's vision blacked out for a few precious seconds, seconds that would later hunt him for twenty years. "Don't you know not to come to this house on Halloween? Don't you know your history?"

     Gasping and wheezing, with his tongue rolled out and his eyes bulging, Rehu shook his head. He felt the hands shift slightly and realized the thing was moving to stand in front of him. He closed his eyes desperately, covering them because he somehow knew that if he looked, he would only see an abomination, an monstrosity. All Rehu could think was that the presence felt wrong. Everything about this thing was wrong, from his coldness to his too deep voice that trembled through his bones. 

     "Look at me, boy," the voice commanded, tone harsh and deadly. "Look at me before I kill you." 

     Rehu shook his head desperately, tears rushing down his cheeks as his heart continued to beat faster and faster with each corresponding second that passed in this awful, treacherous house with this monster inside of it. Why did he come here with them? Why did he come here without them? Was he going to end up like Tommy, his poor friend who hadn't even wanted to go to this monstrous place with them? Was this karma from the gods above? He could feel his brain go quieter the more the monster squeezed and it was both welcomed and rejected at the same time. 

     "Very well," the voice said, quiet and final. "Let your curiosity run amok. Let it haunt you for the rest of your days. I hope that in your last moments you think of me and what would have happened if you'd been man enough to look me in my eyes." 

     The hands let go and Rehu inhaled gulp after gulp of air quickly. "I-I hope you rot in the pits of hell." 

     The voice's charred lips caressed his ears once again. "But I'm already there, my amethyst. This house is not just a house, but a prison. A prison for those who are decidedly guilty. And I am undeniably guilty in all senses of the word except the emotional. I did something terrible and this is the punishment I deserve. But, my amethyst, it is not yours."