The Rebirth, Drakesville 1984.

Pain filled cries filled the room in which the four women hurried about as they tried all they could to make the girl drenched in sweat and withering in pain on the bed deliver the babe that seem intent to stay where it was nestled in her womb.

"Pleaseeee!" she squeal as another bout of pain rocked her petite frame. The contractions however did nothing to send the child within her down her passage. "Get it out!"

Tears streak down her soft cheeks as she tried to reach for one of the women who stood by her bed. The oldest of the four made for her and grip her hand within her work worn one and clasp it as she did her best to soothe her with words that were just that, words.

"You're strong child," she mumbled knowing that the fifteen year old was no match for what was befallen on her. "On the next contraction you push you hear me."

Her brown eyes stared at the face of the old woman who had been around long enough to deliver quite a few children in the various households which she has served since she was just thirteen and then to the cot that stood in the corner of the room

"I can't," she breathe her body getting weak from the long grueling labour she has been enduring from the wee hours of Friday morning, two days now. "Just kill us."

"Sshhh, no such talk child!" she snapped looking about the room and mentioning for one of the girls to check the young girl underneath.

"She's still bleeding, a lot", she said sad eyes roaming over the girl on the bed her naked frame looking ghostly.

"She's burning up", the young woman by the head of the bed said as she wiped the girls face with the cloth she held in her shaking hands.

The old woman turn blaring eyes at her silently telling her to pull herself together. She shook the girl who seem to drift off to sleep inspite of her discomfort and pain.

"Come Clara you need to do this child, after this its all over. You going to push when I say so," she said softly but with enough force to get the girl shifting which seem to send the child within to start to brace against her soar and oddly bulging belly.

She screamed in pain as the child seem to want to burst through her stomach. Those in the room were shock to see tiny hands pressing up against the closure of the young girls stomach.

The youngest of the four drop to the floor and grip the crucifix she wore about her neck as she breathe a string of prayers. The child seem to get more agitated as the room was filled with the prayers of the young girl.

It pushed violently and the girl lunge upright in the bed her eyes now bleeding her blood like black tar. The four stared on with shock as they scramble from the bed even the old woman who considered herself to be the most composed and incharge considering what had happen in the past two days.

On a gutteral gurgle of blood and spittle the girl force from her body the thing within as the other women were no more than ever convince that something not of this world was about to enter their world.

Her screams twore through the room and reach the man that sat on the chair by the door patiently waiting. He had not moved from that chair from he had took it and place it there when Clara had gone in labour. He gripped tightly in his work worn hands the silver with its weird markings and closed his eyes. He swallowed hard as another cry of agony seeped through the close door and wrapped him in its cold grip.

He made to leave the chair and ran from the house leaving it all behind but he knew he had no where to run. He had done sacrifice all he had for this day and what was to come.

He felt a single tear roll down his sun 
weathered cheek and fell on his old fannel shirt. It was done and it became all the more evident when all fell silent and then the wail of a child took the place of the pain filled one of his mother.

He opened his eyes when the door opened but did not look towards it or the woman who came through it. He sat rigid and still and when she came infront of him and place in his lap a wriggling bundle he looked down at it and knew what it was unlike him or the woman who smiled gently down at it.

She reach and touch its soft cheek all cherub like but he knew it was no angel. He look at her and saw her eyes fill with regret look back at him.

"Am afraid your wife didn't make it, " she told him sadly.

His eyes shifted from the woman as he stood up and leave with the child. Her calls to him went unheard as he made his departure. He got in his wagan and rode away with the child nestle in a basket padded with old cloth for bedding.

He rode into the woods and place the baby on the steps of the house that was nestled deep withing its depths.  He took the sachel that was awaiting him there and when he rode away into the late evening the trees standing ramrod and motionless, he would in many months to come lose a part of his sanity but not so much that he should forget his role in the rebirth of something that was parasitic and evil.

As the child within its depths grew and the house began to take on the appearance of renovation and a preservation that would remain timeless the struggling widowed farmer man found himself wealthy and influential and Drakeville came into existence.

On the child's 15th birthday something walk from out of the forest that cloak the house and made it to where another child grew. It stood in the shadows and watch the lavish house of the self reclaimed Lord Drake and the girl within who was busily brushing a dolls hair and playing with two other younger children.

The man who sat at the harpsichord still had a bit of his old appearance, his wealth had not refrined him and beneath all his pious and pomp a madness raged because his sacrifice had ripped a part of him to shreds. He looked to be happily stroking its keys when he paused and turn to the window his face becoming a sickly parlor. He knew his time had come, he was allowed to play his game long enough but now the game was over.

By the end of the week Samuel Theodore Drake the founding father of the wealthy budding town of Drakesville gave over his rights to the town took his family consisting of a devoted wife, a girl and two sons and moved into the house which was nestled in the midst of the forests where he was known as a recluse.

Overtime it became remured his increase wealth had caused him to become paranoid and fearful and soon he was just the man who brought Drakeville back into existence. He became known as a mad man and young girls who came into his employ at The House began sharing stories that was too bizarre to repeat.

One story had it to say he murdred his boys and his wife and burried then within the walls of the rooms and took the girl as his lover where he had children with her but only one child of those child grew within the cacoon of the house feeding off the other worldly energy that pulse within its core like blood through veins. That child and another would forever be the heart of The House.

No one knows the truth however. All they ever had were stories, but long before Samuel Drake followed suit many Drakes before him restore what would become as new as they lay broken.