Fred continued to walk up the driveway with the sound of the crickets chirping all around him. He found himself walking towards a deep spot where there is water in the drive when he walked around it, possibly knowing of the bacteria and the malaria that is growing there in dirty incubation. He kept walking, trying to find something at the end of the drive, possibly a couple of elderly people with a phone when he heard the sound of squealing tires from behind him.
Maybe a few joyriders, Fred ran this through his mind. He almost ran into a rock in the driveway when he stumbled over, mumbling obscenities under his breath. He noticed that one of his shoelaces are undone when he sighed, dropping down to tie it when the wind picked up.
The tree leaves rattled above him as the moon came out of the clouds again. What is that sound in the distance? Is it the sound of humming?
Fred looked all around him, coming to his instincts of his old ways that he tried to forget. She told him that he can lay his weapons down and live in peace. She knew that while they were working on something to stop her from the feeding. It is a long struggle before they came and took her away. This was after his hunting band is disbanded and Cicero. My god, I know what I had done. They took her away and I don’t know who in the hell they are? Fred felt the ground getting heavier and heavier, noticing that granite that is along the drive when he casted his eyes up to look at the house that is in the back of the woods.
The house stood two stories high with no light upon any of the windows. The shutters are about to come undone from the ancient nails that are holding them in place. The paint is coming undone from the wood that casts all sides of the house. The porch is enclosed behind the screen that has so many holes that it serves a fake screen around the front enclosure of the house. It is a house that looks like it has been built here from centuries before. Fred felt a bad presence from the house as he kept his security up against the house that is standing in dark silhouette that is in front of him. There is not a light upon all of this when the humming roamed around him. Where is this humming coming from? He didn’t know when somewhere he heard the sound of a window crack on the second floor of that house.
The blood stopped from his wound when Fred looked at the house some more before sauntering up to the steps of the house. The screen door is hitched behind the metal bar when he came to and thumbed the button, opening the door to the house that stirs a creature that is bestowed to his unknowing. He scanned the enclosed spaces, seeing the lines on the wood and the furnishings far from cleaned in a place that is somehow still maintained very little. Something stomped on the other side of the door when Fred knew that he didn’t have a weapon as the crickets ceased the mating calls around the house again.
Who is watching the house? Fred thought when he touched the door, feeling coldness before touching the knob and turning it. It wasn’t locked when he went inside the house that serves the Bastards of Burden.
When Fred came in, he smelled the familiar smells of rank when he kept his back upon the door. The hallway is carpeted, mostly clean when up along the stairs that serve the second floor, there is doll on the stair in the middle of the riser. The doll looks to be handmade when the eyes seem to glow in the darkness, watching him when Fred looked around the house for everything that he knows, seeing but waiting. Fred came up off from the door when he commenced to look around, keeping his nerves up when he kept his neck down for the surprises that this house keeps.
Fred walked down the hall ever so careful when he came up to the door that is on the right of him. He felt the fear run the blood out of his face when he crept towards the knob of the door and turned, hearing everything with nothing making sound in the house. He opened the door and kept his back against the door when he reared his head to look inside what is looking to be a living room. The living room is majestic, full of something that is long since dead. All the furnishings of the place is ancient, like something copped from a tourist attraction that is placed her now just for his amazement. The Persian Rug is not massed produced. The rug is actually a rug that is made over a few hundred years ago when Fred can see the moonlight through the window that is not filled with clarity at all. The window is wavy, made from a process of a very long time ago when Fred gulped.
He heard the sound of humming in the house, just down the hallway when something thumped with footsteps. Fred turned towards the direction of the hallway coursing with sweat. He needed a weapon and needed one bad. He could have taken Luka’s sword but he is not festive with wielding of such a weapon. His weapon is that of a crossbow and a gun. He has not used the one in such a long time. He crept back into the hallway, looking at every wall when the humming came closer and closer to him. He flinched when something jumped past his head. A burning sensation rolled around his cheek.
“The lost is ever so present here.” A little girl’s voice invited to Fred when the hairs stood on the skin on his arm.
“Yes, he does seem to be lost in this part of the woods.” Another voice spoke up in the darkness. Fred believes it to be coming from the upstairs balcony. He couldn’t see anything. There are no windows.
“You do have the smell of the familiar on you. It is the smell of the high ones.” A boy’s voice – the second voice says.
“He does. This man has made a trifle icky of himself.”
Something bounced on the wooden floor in front of Fred when he backed away, almost knocking something off the wall. The handmade doll on the stair did not move.
“What does he taste like; Tomato or vinegar?” A boy who was upstairs is now down stairs with his voice changing. It is the voice of a demon that came out of the darkest hell ever imagined.
“I don’t know. Maybe we should let him be our appetizer.” The girl spoke upon the stairs when she pondered down ever so slow. Her hair is strawberry blonde and she has a white gown on her when Fred sees the color of her eyes. It is the color of blood, the color of fire, and the color of red. Fred retreated to the door behind him. That is when they both pounced on Fred with his chest hitting the floor.
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