Okaaaaaaay... I wrote this story last year in October for some scary story thing in Language Arts. I rewrote a few parts. That's all really.

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The sky got darker and darker as dusk came. An old wooden carriage rode up on the dirt trail, its wheels hitting every bump and rock. Two people sat inside; a little girl around eleven and twelve, and a boy who was at least fifteen. The little girl lay sleeping peacefully on the cushion seat, her pretty lavender hair covering her eye and a white eye patch over her left eye. The boy sat there and watched her sleep and smiled. The driver outside the carriage yelled out that they’ve made it to their destination: an enormous abandoned mansion on top of a hill.

The girl woke up right as the carriage came to a halt. She didn’t yawn at all; she just woke up and stared blankly at her friend.

“Are we there yet Alphonse?” the girl asked almost so quietly Alphonse could barely hear her. Alphonse nodded.

“Yes, Marion, we’ve actually just arrived.” Marion showed no emotion to this answer. She doesn’t show emotion to anything. Alphonse just figured that it was because she has no living soul in her body

Alphonse looked at the door immediately as it was open by the driver. The two were literally forced out the carriage; the driver was obviously frightened by this mansion. The whole town was. Only a vampire and a dead girl had the guts to come up to this place. Especially the dead girl given that this is Marion’s old home.

Alphonse peaked through the door of the house and called out, “Hello? Is anybody here?”

Marion pushed past Alphonse ever so angrily. The vampire was shocked at this action since she never did anything like that before. Alphonse walked in slowly and shut the door behind him. Marion whispered a spell and a light conjured from the giant pumpkin on her dress. Alphonse groaned loudly from the faint smell of death that filled his nostrils. Marion, however, walked a bit faster as if she saw something.

You couldn’t see anything really in this mansion. Everything was dark. The windows were boarded up. Some even double nailed shut. The chandeliers had fallen from the ceiling and there was glass all over floor. A few stuck in the walls. Doors had fallen over and there were holes in the walls. What made Alphonse sick was the site of dried blood spattered randomly along the walls. Even if he was a vampire, Alphonse didn’t like the site of blood.

Marion headed up the stairs and turned suddenly. Alphonse broke out of thought and rushed up the stairs after his friend. He turned the corner too to see Marion cuddling a mangled dog.

“That better not be real…” was all Alphonse could say at the moment. He felt like barfing on the spot. He didn’t want to see a dead puppy on his trip here.

“This is where my father shot me…” said Marion. Alphonse gulped and started shaking. He could now see the bloody mirror and a tiny bullet hole in it.

“Others died her too. My mom, my brothers, my aunts and uncles, cousins, friends, and even the missing villagers.” Marion, still holding the dead dog, strolled out her bedroom and down the hall.

She pointed at each room and said, “Death”.

Alphonse didn’t like that way she was saying it but he was curious. He wandered through the hall, finding what he didn’t want to see. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Blood was everywhere. It was disgusting because none of the bodies were intact. A head may lie on the desk and its arm would be in the corner and the legs would be hanging from the ceiling and the body would be over on the chair. Marion didn’t seem to mind the multiple body parts laying all over her house, in her guest rooms, in the play rooms, the offices. She just didn’t feel anything.

Marion kept roaming through the house and she kept pointing at the rooms that were filled with grotesque scenes; things that humans couldn’t even imagine possible.

“Father should be up there.” Marion pointed upwards at the attic door. Alphonse gazed at the door with revenge in his red eyes. Marion placed her distorted puppy on the dusty floor and clapped her hands together, chanting a spell. The door fell open and a ladder fell out right after. Alphonse climbed up the ladder first as he was very curious about Marion’s father.

There was Marion’s dad, sitting in an antique chair with a knife in his throat.

“He’s dead!” shouted Alphonse. Marion came from behind Alphonse, clutching on to that puppy of hers ever so tightly. Marion blinked repeatedly.

“I knew he’d drive himself mad.” Alphonse examined the attic cautiously. It was just as sickening in there as it was in the other rooms. Alphonse even winced at the site of a person nailed to the wall with a pitchfork. Marion was sitting on her father’s lap singing. The dead witch was over-looking her puppy. She looked like she was planning to do something with it. Squish. Alphonse looked towards the ladder. He motioned over to the edge to see a dead person limping by. There was another person crawling by, by using his arms.

“Marion we’ve got to go. We’ve seem to have awaken a few undead. Most of them are crawling though.” Marion’s eyes glowed silver as she nodded to Alphonse’s words. Marion tossed the puppy over to Alphonse who winced but held the dead thing in his hands. Marion bit into her finger and drew a symbol on the floor with her own blood.

Alphonse stepped in the circle. She clasped her hands over it. A flash of light encircled the two and they both reappeared back outside, in front of the mansion. Marion glared at the broken manor. Alphonse whistled quietly, waiting for a response from his little friend. Marion’s eyes started to turn bright orange.

BOOM!

The mansion exploded into great flames. The vampire let his whistle flow to a stop.

“Jesus…” he whispered. Marion took back her puppy.

“This will burn all my memories of this nauseating place called a home.”

“What are you going to do with that ugly puppy?” asked Alphonse gazing into the big fire. Marion looked down at the corpse in her arms.

“I’m going to revive it…”

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R&R please. Constructive critism is fine. Alphonse and Marion are (c) to mwuah, Marion92.