Author's Note:

Hi! ❤️

I'm so happy to introduce to you my first Wattpad book called "Seven Deadly Sins"! I'll try to publish new chapters every two days. I really hope you like it ❤️ Let me know, you can also write if you see any mistakes or if you want to share your opinions, predictions, thoughts, ideas etc. I'm so excited! Love you all and don't forget to vote ;) 

I also encourage you to check out my other story - The Death's Game! 

- Caroline ❤️

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There was nothing peaceful about the house Hailie was looking at. Hostile and fearful with a sorrowful history, just like her own. Even though it looked like hovel it had something unique, something that made this house different from any other on this street.

Maybe it won't be so bad living here, thought Hailie glancing at the triangular roof with one side longer than the other, covered in red tiles.

"I can't believe you've chosen this bogey. There are far more pleasant houses in the neighborhood," said her sister Molly.

She wasn't happy about Hailie's choice. They were supposed to live next to each other but Hailie preferred the suburbs rather than the noisy town. Anyway, there was nothing quiet or cozy about this one.

"It was surprisingly cheap and I really don't care what it looks like." Hailie rolled her eyes.

She knew that her sister was unhappy. Molly grumbled about it all morning.

"You shouldn't calculate everything. Mom and dad said they'll pay for your-"

Hailie interrupted her, "Yeah, but I didn't want them to overpay."

She sighed and came up to the door. She struggled for a moment with finding the right key. There were so many of them - one to the basement, second one to the attic and the another for an old, crumbling shed with tools. Finally, she chose the right one and opened the monstrous door with a copper knocker. 

"That kind of price, it comes with a history," said Molly, as she entered the house with Hailie. "A very bad one."

Hailie shrugged. The real estate agent had introduced the story of this house to her. Besides, it was easy to find on the internet. There were a lot of murders and suicides over the years among inhabitants. Local people believed this house was haunted, but Hailie didn't really share that opinion. Even if it turns out to be true, she couldn't care less. Maybe if she went mad because of the haunted walls, she would finally have some peace of mind. Some kind of it, at least. For now being a crazy lunatic seemed so much better to her than the indifference she feels every day.

"Hailie, please talk to me." Molly caught her hand.

"I am talking to you," she replied, without even looking at her sister.

"No, you're not. What happened in the past... I understand it was hard and painful, but it's over now."

Hailie instinctively touched her arm, hidden behind a cotton blouse with long sleeves. Nobody could see it, but there was an ugly scar. A souvenir from an event that could hardly be called an accident. She hoped she would never have to relive it again.

"It will never be over," she mumbled under her breath. 

The voices from the past were relentless. Every night Hailie heard them in her mind. She didn't need a haunted house to make her life miserable. She already felt haunted by her own self.

"You can talk with me about it," Molly said gloomily. She just couldn't reach her sister no matter how hard she tried. "Or at least talk about it with dr Leans."

"I don't need to. I'm fine," she lied.

Besides, there was no time for therapy. Hailie had to find herself a proper job, take care of this house and catch up with school material. She was a freshman for a month and she already was in over her head.

"It's supposed to be your new beginning," Molly said, knowing that her sister just moved out of their family town and went to college. She, on the other hand, was already a successful businesswoman, as she thought of herself.

Hailie didn't reply, not knowing how moving out and starting college was supposed to be a big change in her life. She felt the same. Inside her nothing has changed. Molly had always spoken down to her, hoping she could change her, but that's how Hailie was. Damaged. No matter how much Molly and their parents wished for it, she would never end up like her big sis – charming, confident and outgoing. She was nothing of that and she didn't believe she could ever be.

Sisters wandered around the house. Everything inside was dusty due to the fact that the house was uninhabited for the last five years, after the previous owners had killed one another.

Wife and husband, thought Hailie. Guess, they couldn't take each other's crap anymore.

The house was equipped with a large kitchen and two bathrooms. It also had a spacious living room and a creepy storage room. On the second floor, which was smaller than the first, there were three bedrooms, all furnished in early XIX century style. No matter where she looked, Hailie encountered spiderwebs. She felt like getting this house cleaned up will take forever.

"Well, it has potential. Think about all those parties you can organize here," Molly tried to strike up conversation again.

"Parties?" asked Hailie, her voice skeptical.

Why would anyone like to come to her party? Even she wouldn't want that. Besides, she never had true friends. She doubted that would change now.

Molly ran out of options. Sometimes it was really hard to make her sister speak her mind. No matter what she tried, Hailie seemed to be distant and introverted. Her little sister kept things to herself. Even when the problems started she tried to hide it, until it was too late.

"Okay, let's get this house cleaned. I will go look for a vacuum cleaner and cleaning agents. You can move your things inside," proposed Molly.

Hailie just nodded and went outside squinting her eyes due to bright sunlight. There weren't many boxes to grab, so she hoped it would take her top 15 minutes. As soon, as she took the first one, she noticed an old lady staring from a window. There was nothing friendly about her. She kind of looked like a cat, getting ready to attack.

Great, I have a lovely neighbor, thought Hailie. It's going to be a real pleasure seeing that old stalker every time I go out.

Feeling a little bit down, she placed the first carton in the living room. Glancing at the box full of photo albums and souvenirs, Hailie didn't know what to think about it. Maybe it would be better to leave all of that behind her, but she couldn't resist taking all those photos with her, even though she hated looking at herself, her ex-boyfriend and their so-called friends.

The sudden knocking on the door interrupted her thoughts. She froze in fear and then remembered she didn't have to be afraid anymore.

New home, new life. I'm safe now.

"Yes?" Hailie ran up to the door, almost stumbling over her own feet.

Noticing a young policeman on the threshold, her heart went up to her throat. She stood petrified, suddenly being again that foolish 17-Year-Old, waiting for an ambulance and crying at the police station with her clothes all in red, with a deep cut on her arm. She felt bruises on her face and bloody lips, as if they were still there.

"Miss...?" his voice brought her back to reality. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course. How can I help you, officer?" she asked, not sure, why on earth a policeman would show up at her new house. He was tall and attractive, looking insanely good in his well-tailored uniform.

Above his shoulder, she noticed a police car parked in the street. There was another man sitting inside.

"I saw all the boxes outside and came to check in. You're a new resident here?"

"Hailie?" They both turned to the stairs, as they heard Molly's voice. She carefully went down, with such a grace, like a lady. Hailie wished she could be at least half as beautiful and charming as her sister.

"You both live here?" Officer continued asking questions, indifferent to Hailie's silence.

Only when she started staring at his dark shades, he took them off. The intensity of his green eyes took her by surprise. She blushed and looked away, thinking that his stubble seductively complimented his eyes and cheekbones.

"Excuse my sister, she's a bit dazed, we just arrived here. That's her new home, I'm just helping get it in shape."

He tossed Molly a charming smile. Hailie thought that obviously he was delighted with her, like all men. Molly just had that something inside her.

"Quite a big house to live here all by yourself."

Hailie looked up at him, surprised with the vigilant stare he gave only her, and not Molly. He seemed a bit young for a policeman, so she assumed he graduated from the Police Academy recently. 

"Yes, it is," she mumbled, her voice unsecure.

"This house doesn't have a good reputation. It's called the bloody mansion. Murders, suicides, occultist rituals, noise disturbance, whatever you say, probably happened here. That's a brave choice to live here, especially on your own." His voice was matter-of-fact. It seemed like he knew exactly what he was speaking about.

Hailie wondered how many other people talked about the house. She was probably a new sensation around here. Did they take bets of how long she would survive?

"I guess the other residents were out of luck or just crazy from the beginning. Or do you believe in ghosts, officer?"

Molly poked her, but the policeman just smiled.

"What I wanted to say is that this house attracts evil. There is no shortage of scoundrels, murderers and crazy fanatics in the world. So if you hear anything, get scared or suspicious, don't hesitate to call." He gave her a card with his phone number.

Officer Shane Blackwell.

"Thank you," she said, holding the card in hands.

"Have a nice afternoon, miss Hailie, and-"

"Molly." She nodded to him and waited until he was gone. "You caught his eye, Hailie! Don't you think he's extremely handsome?"

"Maybe."

There was something curious about him, perhaps it was his unusual looks or perhaps it was simply his overwhelming confidence, so unknown to how Hailie felt.

Whatever she thought about him, it didn't matter. She wasn't planning on calling and she definitely didn't think she could have caught his eye. There was nothing special about her.

She put away the card on the old table by the entrance.

"I have some boxes left to bring."

Molly looked at her sister with pity and sorrow, when abruptly she felt cold. There was a sudden strange feeling inside her, but she couldn't name it. Somehow she felt angry at the policeman and jealous of her sister. Then she thought she's better anyway.

Shaking off all these feelings, she thought that this house was indeed very weird and unpleasant. She just wanted to get out of here, but she promised to help her sister. Trying to fight the laziness, Molly came back to cleaning.

Little did she know, there were seven deadly figures standing at the top of the stairs, watching them carefully with a mischievous smile. Invisible for a human eye, they were ready to finally get some fun.