“Oh darling, this house is exquisite!” Exclaimed Mrs. Wright as a smile spread across her face, hugging her husband tightly.

“I’m glad you like it. What do you think of it Mary?”

“I love it, sir. I promise, I will be of utmost service to you and the missus. Thank you again, for bringing me with you.”

Gazing at the house, it seemed that nothing could go wrong. This house was a haven. The

The Wright’s didn’t waste any time to make the house their own. Beautiful pictures lined the walls, furniture was arranged just how Mrs. Wright wanted it. The front bay window let in the sunlight making the room glow. She looked outside the window, but the snow that had fallen, made it hard to open her eyes.

“Mary! Could you come down here please?”

The house was dead silent. Mrs. Wright stood there waiting for a reply. Nothing.

“I need you to put some curtains up on this window.”

Sill no answer.

Curiosity struck Mrs. Wright, and she started wandering towards the stairs. Leaning over the railing, she called again. “Mary? Robert?” She listened intently to see if maybe she could hear the slightest reply. Upstairs, she could hear heavy breathing and the occasional moaning. She knew exactly what was going on. Robert was the only man in the house.

Rage took over Mrs. Wright, as she started walking towards the kitchen. She found a meat cleaver, and a butchers’ knife. “This will make sure they’re sorry.” As she began climbing the stairs back to the servant's room, Mrs. Wright began screaming with rage, which naturally provoked a panic inside of Mary’s bedroom. From outside the door, Mrs. Wright could hear hurried footsteps, drawers opening and closing. She knew it wouldn’t take long for the love of her life to go investigate the screaming; Mrs. Wright decided to take up a post outside, along the wall. The door opened slowly, she brought the meat cleaver down on the head of the first person to open it. Robert Wright fell to the floor, a cry on his lips and blood streaming from the wound on his head. Mary tried to run, to get away from the lady with the meat cleaver. She caught her foot on the edge of the carpet, and fell at Mrs. Wright’s feet.

“Mrs., please don’t do this! I’m begging you!” Bellowed Mary, but Mrs. Wright chose not to hear what the servant girl had to say. She brought down the meat cleaver, and struck Mary in the chest. To make sure they were both dead, she proceeded to stab them both thirty times.

Several lonely days past, Mrs. Wright was almost done cleaning up the mess that she made. She took the bucket of now red water, and walked into the kitchen. Her eyes seemed to twinkle, from the snow that continued to fall.

A car pulled up in the driveway later that day, and a family friend knocked on the door. But no one responded, he opened the door and looked inside. He called out, but there was no answer in the darkened house. He decided to look around inside, to make sure no one was hurt. As he walked into the foyer, he heard a faint creaking noise in the parlor. Hearing the noise, he called out again, but still there was no answer. He followed the odd sound, entered the parlor and saw Mrs. Wright rocking back and forth in front of a large bay window. The wooden chair she sat in creaked with each backward and forward motion she made.

"Lillian? Is everything all right?" he asked her. There was no reply. Lillian continued to rock back and forth. As her friend got closer, he could hear her softly humming a lullaby under her breath. It was a child's nursery song, he realized, and saw a blanket in her lap, as if it was a baby, rocking it gently. He knew that the Wright's had no children. He tried to get her to speak once more, but received the same response. Lillian stared straight ahead at the snow outside, her eyes still glazed and unfocused. He gently leaned over, clasped his hands around the bundle, and picked it up out of her hands. He carefully opened the blanket and then jumped back releasing a gasp, dropping the bloody blanket onto the floor. The blanket slowly unraveled, and the friend fell backwards onto the couch, as Mary's bloody head stopped a foot away from his feet with scream frozen on her lips.

“And every Halloween, we re-tell the legend of the house of Luther. It is said that every All Hollow’s Eve, there are strange…occurrences that take place. Lights can be seen flashing on and off though no one has lived there in over one hundred years. Although it is said to be the most haunted house in Michigan, no one has ever gone inside to prove it.”

The students looked at Mrs. Williams in wonder, hoping she had more of the story to tell. The desks at Parkway High School were filled with 11h grade students on the edges of their seats.

The students in the class differed in the social status ladder. In the back two rows, were the stoners/outcasts of the school? Their eyes were always glazed, and they always had that look on their face as if they had no idea what was really going on in the world. They’d rather go to the local sewer tunnel, to smoke weed, instead of staying at home to do their homework or study.

In the next three rows, were the sports jocks, along with their wannabe girlfriends. There were two girls that sat with them. The over-obsessed followers eyes’ never left the boys’ over-exposed biceps. Drool hanging out of their mouths; imagine the grades they got in their classes…

Three rows from the front sat the un-happy nerds. Normally, the nerds sat in the front row, so they could hear every word of the lecture, so they could write down as many notes as they could, on the notepads in front of them. But since the front row was occupied, they got to look at the perfect hair, on the three most popular girls in school.

Coincidentally, there were only three desks in the front row, which were ‘owned’ by the ‘queen bees’ of the School. Although they were rather good students themselves, they would never be classified as ‘nerds’. They weren’t the type of people who were total snots to the rest of the student body; they were nice to everyone, making everyone they talk to, feel like they were ‘all powerful’ for the few moments of conversation. Jayden, Riley and Payton looked at each other, and the bell rang. The students scrambled out of the classroom, on their way to that night’s parties.

“I’ll see you later guys” Jayden turned towards her best friends, waved, and shoved through her fellow students.

Jaydens' blonde hair blew in he wind as she struggled the last few steps and sat down with a sigh. It seemed that every Saturday was the same. Every Saturday, Jayden would wake up, get ready and sit under a tree in the park down the street. Birds singing, squirrels fighting, and the occasional giggle coming from down below on the swings.

"Hey there." Came an all-too-familiar voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” Answered Jayden, looking at her two best friends as they made their way up the hill. Riley’s blonde, crimped hair always made Jayden jealous. With her snow-white skin, Riley always made the other two feel like they were less pretty than her, yes that was possible. Payton, the brunette’s hair was an autumn color, which shined in the wind with every step she took.

“So what do you think about the legend that we heard today?” Ventured Payton.

“What you mean the cheating lover-slave-head thing? I’m actually not sure. Since no one has gone in there to see for sure, it’s hard to believe for me.” Said Jayden with a look of disbelief on her face.

“Well speaking of that, some kids at school are daring anyone to go into the house for a night. I heard something about if the challenge is completed, then the winner(s) get some sort of amazing prize. They aren’t telling what it is, but I really want to find out.” Said Payton as she sat down next to Jayden against the tree.

“Then let’s do it. There’s nothing around here except for tree’s and cows, we need some excitement in our lives.” Smiled Riley.

Jayden had never seen such an un-kept house in her life. Raggedy sheet-like curtains covering the gigantic front-bay-windows, which were blowing in the wind. The square shaped house squeaked with each gust of un-earthly air, resembling the sound of black-cats yowling in the night.

Jayden, Riley, and Payton found themselves walking quietly and slowly up to the legendary haunted house that they were ‘lucky’ enough to have in their neighborhood. Since they lived in the small town of Jonesville, the only thing the local teenagers did to keep busy was dare each other to do the most random things.

“So this is the house of Luther. Eh?” Said Riley in her best Canadian accent.

The little pebbles rolled under their designer shoes as they made their way up to the splintered brown front door. The backpacks seemed even heavier than they actually were. Their ‘survival kits’ contained a flashlight each, a camera, and a pillow; to make themselves feel at least a little bit at home. The doorknob felt bumpy and rusted underneath Riley’s smooth palm. The door was stiff to open as if not one soul had walked over its threshold in one hundred years. The floorboards creaked with each step they took, deeper into the house that so many feared.

A smell of must and mold lingered through the air, making its way out the open front door, as if to escape from years and years of incarceration.

Huddled close together, they looked down never-ending hallway. Antique side-tables lined the walls, with a dusty red runner carpet down the middle of the pathway. Payton lit the kerosene lamp, and an ominous glow emitted out of it. The only obstruction of light was the thick, white, cobwebs, which were draped over its top. Teeth chattering, eyes darting back and forth between the wood-paneled barriers, they stopped in their tracks as the sounds of heavy breathing reached their ears.