The occupants of The House.

I made use of the water in the tub by the fire pit and after a relaxing soak I got my bearing back together and decided I best spend the time searching about my supposedly haunted house where paranormal entities try to reach out from the dark and wretched beyond and keep all the towns occupants at bay.

I was rummaging through a pantry I had discovered after my bath and found a variety of cans and jarred items that were much to my surprise as out dated as the house would have suggested but very much well preserved. I push them about the shelf expecting to see cobwebs and a few insects of the dark and musty but like every where else it was clean and devoid of neglect.

I had the camcorder at hand and was busily recording everything I was doing and contemplating making a meal from the contents infront of me as my grumbling stomach was very much ready to devour anything when I heard sounds coming fom upstairs. I was startled by a sudden following of contents being toppled over and I alighted from the pantry and made for upstairs saying into the lens of the camcorder with a sigh of exasperation.

"Could you not have waited until I had me something to eat".

I walk through the hall and continue to the living room to see the box that Adolph had given me was partially unpack and those contents laying were now upon the center table as if waiting for me.

I spun around wildly looking for someone lurking about watching me and waiting to further continue with their ploy in getting me to believe the house and its ghostly occupants were providing for my care. I saw no one.

I look at the bottle of water, the bag of potatoe chips and the packet of chocolate chip cookies and shake my head and sighed dramatically. So this is my survival kit de la casa.

I sigh again more dramatically and reach for the packet of cookies thinking it was either this or the contents in the cans and jars in the pantry, and I was not going to lug any of the crocos bags that were nestled in the corner into the kitchen to see what they contain for cooking.

I in a matter of minutes devour the cookies and was half way through the bag of barbeque chips when I heard a creak from above as if someone was moving about and once more I heard the distinctive sound of children.

I pause in placing a few chips in my mouth as I heard what was the sounds of busy movements now as if someone was rushing about frantically and pushing and shoving abjects about.

"Scarlett!" a voice call from upstairs gruff with anger. "Scarlett!"

This time it shout got closer and I saw decending the stair in angry strides a tall figure but it stood on the second flight of stairs causing his face to be hidden from my view but what shook me to the core was when small hands grip either side of my thighs press a little body against the back of my thighs and peer around me at the figure who stood staring down at us.

What the hell was happening? I asked my self in horror. How could they make it all feel so real. I could hear her scared breathing, feel the frantic beating of her heart in her chest.

"Where is it?" the figure demand as it stood there towering like the aftermath of a bad dream.

"Where is what?" I heard the timid figure ask but I knew that she knew clearly what is being ask of her.

"Don't play games," it warn making another descent to the next stair causing the girl to held on tighter to my thighs. "It's time."

Time for what I wonder as she cower behind me and I stood aiming the camcorder in hopes that I could capture what was unfolding. It all seem so real. They were not ghostly apparitions or projections recorded to scare me. They seem concrete and life like and when I reach for the frighten child's hand it was warm and soft and all to real.

I hurridly release it and move away from her backing away untiI I was barred by the edge of the love seat. I frantically move the camera from everyone of them and there they were staring back at me through the recorder.

"Who are you?" I gush with fear as I saw others begin to appear like burst of sun ray into the room. They stare at me as if awaiting something to happen.

I stare at two little boys and a charming young woman who they bore a striking resemblance to, a man who inspite of his dandy attire seem work worn and out of place with the opulence of the room the boys had his thick mop of bushy brown hair, there was my lady in white beside her a little girl and a baby in her arms, the wizard of oz stood staring at me with morbid delight and the young waitress at the diner seem eager and no longer timid.

I look at them frantically as they stare at me. My eyes rush from one to the other as I took in the difference of their clothes and its fashion.

The man the boys and the woman seem more modern than my lady in white and the wizard of oz, the girl at the diner seem to be a later addition but not too far apart from the young family. On closer inspection though I saw they all shared two things, eyes that were dead and souless and the silver with its bizzare markings.

I was very much scared now as I heard their voices ringing in my head begging to be set free. I listen as they cried out to me with unmoving lips and frames that seem rooted to the spot but still they show signs of being a coherent body flowing as one but different members.

I watch as the little girl took from the pocket of her little red dress a band of silver the markings filling my eyes. I saw her hand it to someone who I was not aware of before. Hands that seem to appear awash with a glow depicting moonlight upon a milky skin reach and took it.

I felt my body move on its own accord to her. I had no will power I had no self control. I only knew that I want to be near her, feel her touch and gaze upon the her. I stood frozen as she step from beside the figure on the landing and came into full view and so did the figure.

They were like day and night but at it cruelest, they were darkness and light personified one a rare beauty the other an ugly mangled mess of natures cruelty. They were two parts of a whole connected by the dark devices that spun nothing good, but bad, ugly, dark and wicked.

I took her hand without remorse and that of her counterpart without fear. I needed them. I belonged to them. They were what I had awaited to mend my brokeness and now the time was here. I walk with them on either side of me as they took me pass the room I had chosen and towards the one that I had avoided because of my premonition.

The door swung open without any one's doing revealing a room awash with a pulsing red glow, its walls were crammed with crude drawings of the symbols of the bizzare writings that stood on the various items of the undead that plague this house and the ghost town of Drakesville and drove fear into the very core of the people of Misty Crescent.

They lead me to a bed where I laid myself a willing and ready servant to what was to come.