|House of Horror
Author: sman97 PM
short story for english classRated: Fiction T - English - Horror - Words: 1,130 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-01-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062448
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Hellson Manor is a strange place. Built in the late 1800's by Wilfred Hellson, in Franklin Pennsylvania, it is four stories, has thirteen bedrooms, two dining rooms, three kitchens, a furnace in the basement, and a lofty attic that was used for storage. But the strangest thing was the man who built it.
Wilfred Hellson was interested in the paranormal and occult from a young age. He haunted the local library, borrowing books on werewolves, vampires, and any other strange books the library had. He had no interest in making friends, and this angered his parents. They forbid him to go to the library anymore.
But he didn't listen to them. He went anyway, and continued researching strange topics. His parents tried to lock him in the house to keep an eye on him, but their home caught on fire. Wilfred's parents, older sister and baby brother were all killed in the fire, but he made it out unscathed. Not only that, he managed to retrieve several of his favorite books from a secret hiding place. Nobody questioned it.
Placed in an orphanage, since none of his relatives had wanted to take him in, he continued his research on the paranormal. He particularly studied demons and ghosts.
When he turned eighteen and was kicked out of the orphanage , he found a job in the local steel mill as an accountant and a cheap apartment right across the street from his job. He furthered his knowledge of the paranormal.
But when he was twenty three, he met Margaret. They fell in love at first sight. After a few weeks, Wilfred proposed and they got married. He used his savings to build their new house, on the hillside overlooking the nearby river. They moved out of the town and into their new home, which was named Hellson Manor.
They had three children, two boys and a girl, and Wilfred slowly lost his obsession with strange things. But disaster struck. While Wilfred was at work, a burglar broke in and murdered Margaret.
The children were unharmed, as they were at a birthday party. Wilfred was devastated. He refused to leave the house. Without his wife, he had no reason to have anything to do with the outside world. He snapped at his children when they bothered him. The housekeeper was frightened by him.
Wilfred was angry. He couldn't do anything to help his wife, and his children only reminded him of her. So one day, the housekeeper showed up to work to find all three children dead, stabbed to death in their sleep. She screamed and saw Wilfred walking down the stairs with blood stained clothes and a long knife in his hand.
She turned to run, but stopped and fell to the ground with the knife in her back, piercing her heart. Wilfred had thrown it with deadly accuracy. He did nothing to hide the bodies, simply leaving them where they died and returned to his study.
The housekeeper's family were worried when she didn't return home. After calling the manor and receiving no response, they called the police. When the police arrived at the manor, they found all four dead bodies and went to the top floor where Wilfred's bedroom was.
When they reached the door, however, it was locked. The bigger officers kicked the door down and they rushed inside. What they found was so disturbing, one of the officers passed out immediately, two of them vomited, and another one was so scarred, he was placed in a mental institution.
The room was destroyed. A large circle had been carved into the floor, with two triangles on the inside overlapping each other. Strange runes were etched on the outside of the circle. The part of the floor with the circle was the only part of the room without blood on it.
The entire room was a bright red. Blood covered every wall, the ceiling, and every piece of furniture. Lumps of red flesh were scattered throughout the room, which were later found to be various organs.
The window overlooking the backyard was shattered. The police officers who weren't disabled by the sight before them slowly walked over to the window, avoiding the circle. Looking down to the ground, they found Wilfred.
His body had been mangled. The front of his chest had been ripped off. Blood stained the grass around the broken body. His arms and legs were covered in bitemarks. He had smile on his face, his mouth the only recognizable feature on his face.
The newspaper printed that Wilfred had murdered his children and housekeeper, and then jumped out the window, committing suicide. Only the police officers that were there that day knew that he hadn't jumped out. He had been thrown through the window by something with fangs and claws.
The city council wanted the building to be demolished, but Wilfred's Uncle Robert showed up out of the blue, claiming Wilfred had the left the manor to him. Since no one wanted anything to do with the place, Robert got the manor.
He moved in, and sent for his wife and two kids. When they showed up, however, they found Robert on the first floor stairs, nearly ripped in half vertically, and his blood used to draw smiley faces along the walls.
After the police cleaned up the mess, some local men snuck up to the house to burn it to the ground, believing it was cursed. They broke the door down, poured gasoline all over the first floor. They set the gasoline on fire and ran.
When the police arrived to investigate the manor, receiving calls that strange men had been up near the building, from concerned locals, they found the building was unharmed. There was no gasoline anywhere, and the blood from Robert's body was fresh on the wall.
The men who snuck up there were found dead. They had all commited suicide, with looks of absolute horror on their faces, and scratch marks around their eyes, where they tried to claw their eyeballs out.
The manor was dubbed haunted. Very few people even talk abut the manor, for fear of whatever was lurking inside the house would find them. Seven people have been there since the murders, and they all were either instutionalized or found dead in their homes.
Every time the town residents tried to demolish the place, more people ended up dead. Eventually, the manor was forbidden ground. The children were punished if they so much as mentioned the manor. People were banned from the local stores for talking about it in public.
To this day, Hellson Manor still stands, looking over the river, holding a dark secret, a secret that will do anything, and kill anybody, to keep itself hidden.