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Uninvited Guest
Flames licked the house as a man backed into a corner. They thought he was crazy, they wouldn’t believe him, and now he had to pay the price. It
wasn’t just the town’s people. It was also him because if he had listened to them none of this would have happened. Hot, angry blisters bubbled on his
skin and smoke clouded his mind. The last thing he saw was a hooded man coming towards him; then it all went black.
An 18 year old boy named Jeremy got home. His hair was a nice brown and he is very muscular. His home isn’t a mansion or a “chick magnate” but it
works for him. The place, according to the town’s people, is supposed to be haunted or cursed. Which since over 300 people have died there, I think
it would’ve been a big flashing light saying, “Stay away! Stay away!” But Jeremy thought different. He’s a man of impulse and adventure who loves to
prove people wrong.
While at home he sat and watched TV until it was dark. His house was warm so the windows were fogged up and he used his shirt sleeve to wipe a
window clean. Right outside of the window was a hooded man, and Jeremy hates when people are on his property.
He ran outside and yelled, “Hey get off my lawn!” The man slowly walked into the fog that was outside of the house and dropped a piece of paper
while doing it. Jeremy ran, grabbed the paper, and yelled, “Does my house look like a garbage can? You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops!” He looked
down at the paper and it read, “Leave now while you still can, he wants the house.” Jeremy, curious about the guy who wanted the house, just scoffed
at the paper and casually tossed it in the garbage can.
The next day he went to the market and while walking around bumped into a man who told him, “Leave the house.”
“What!” Jeremy gasped at how abrupt and sudden the words came out.
“Leave the house! Leave it, leave it, leave it! Second warning!” That’s when the guy left. He practically disappeared in the crowd. Then Jeremy walked
away to find me.
“Hey Kate,” he said pecking me on the cheek. At the moment I was working on a book and didn’t realize anything was wrong.
“Hi Jeremy, what brings you here?” I asked looking up. His cocky, little smile stretched across his face.
“My best girl, of course! Oh, and there was this weird guy who walked up to me and told me to leave my house! I’d be careful don’t you to….uh get
hurt.”
“Thanks, but I can take care of myself……but you’re right that does seem a bit rude. I’m sure it’s someone else trying to get that house so it can be
turned into a museum or something.” My name is Kate Mink and I am very logical. I love to write books it’s my occupation and one day one will be
published. Jeremy and I met a week after he moved into the house and we’ve been going out for almost two months now.
“If you say so,” he said uncertainly. Then he turned and left. When he got home the only part of the house that wasn’t carved in was carved in. It said,
“You refused to leave.
Your stuff you didn’t heave.
You choose to stay.
Now the uninvited guest will play.
You will never go.
Prepare for a show.
For this guest has games unfit for the living.
So now it’s your life you’ll be giving.”
Jeremy was both amazed and scared. The warnings seemed like a joke, but giving his life was not a laughing matter!
That night someone knocked on the door at 3 am, the haunting hour. He opened the door and it seemed hundreds of shadows laughing madly raced
into the house. Soon gun shots were going off and voices cussing and threatening came all over the house. Wood splinters were flying and so was
Jeremy so he could get into a corner. Then someone lit a match and it was a race to get the fire out. At sunrise Jeremy ran to my house in town and
told me everything. I was shocked.
“You were dreaming,” I told him and tried to look at him.
Fear was covering his face and he said, “No it was too real and come on look at my house!” He drug me to his house and when we got there, there
was nothing there that he had said. Over the next few weeks Jeremy got lost. Not lost like you can’t find something but he himself started to slip away.
One day he came up to me and said, “Today is my last day in this house, tomorrow I’ll be gone.” Before I could ever ask what he meant or
comprehend what those words could mean he left. I’m sad to say I don’t know what happened to him.
The next morning I was shocked to not see him at my door and then I got a call from the cops, “Miss. Mink?”
“Yes that would be me.”
“We are sorry to inform you that Jeremy Castillo has been found dead this morning.” I dropped the phone. My heart raced. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be
true! I ran to the house and found the paramedics there and a body bag. I broke down crying and one of the officers had to drive me home. Even
though I was devastated, heartbroken even, I knew I needed to get to the bottom of this, and all these murders.
I moved into his house and got comfortable. One night about two months after I moved in a hooded man appeared in my yard.
“Hey! Who are you? Why did you kill Jeremy!?” The hooded figure dropped a note in the grass and when I read it, it said, “This house holds secrets
only the dead know. Leave now or you shall find what you are looking for!” Wait a second, a piece of paper? That’s what happened to Jeremy! I was
now close to the mystery and I couldn’t get scared of the “uninvited guest.” But what were the secrets, I have to know!
At the market the next day I bumped into a hooded figure who said, “Leave the house!”
“I won’t leave the house! What did you do to Jeremy? Why’d you kill him? What are the secrets? Who are you?” The man tried to leave so I grabbed
his arm. A searing pain jolted up my arm and I cried out in pain. I tried to retreat backwards when he grabbed my arm with his hands and pulled me
towards him.
“You seek answers that you shouldn’t find, I haunt the house and the town combined. It was my house! I don’t kill I’m a tender soul whose spirit had to
take a toll!” Own the house? Impossible, it’s so old! He looked my age which is about twenty-one.
“But you are too young to have owned it,” then it hit me, his spirit, haunting, “No! No, no, no, no! I don’t believe in ghosts! They aren’t real!” I saw his
harden expression soften.
“You look like my sister; I’ll show you what happened.”
Then I wasn’t at the market I was at the house only it seemed newer. There were two kids playing out front the boy was my age and the girl was about
sixteen. They had blonde hair and blues eyes.
“C’mon Lilly!” The boy yelled trying to get her to chase him.
“You’re too,” the words were chocked up as a horse-drawn carriage came up to the house. A man who was probably about forty-five came up to them.
“Hello Chase, may I have a word with you, alone.”
“Mr. Bevin, we have made it clear to you this house is not for sale nor will it ever be. So please leave.” The boy told the man who now didn’t seem
quite so fun loving.
“Why so formal….Chase I’m your uncle now please into the kitchen.” Mr. Bevin lead Chase into the house while his sister stood and watched them go,
helpless to anything that would happen.
“Uncle Bevin, we refuse to leave this house! Please if you are our uncle you’d truly understand! Our parents loved this house and you will not get it
until I am dead!”
“Death can come easy you know. It isn’t hard to take a life they are, as you know, quite fragile. I’ll be back tonight I hope your mind changes.” Mr.
Bevin left, but Chase stayed in the kitchen. He heard him tell Lilly goodbye and then the carriage clop away.
Lilly ran inside and asked, “Chase, What did Uncle Bevin want?”
Chase thought awhile and then came up with his decision, “You’re going over to your friend’s house tonight, okay?”
“Okay, Chase, but why?”
“I just need time to think,” Chase said. His lie came out so smooth it didn’t even seem like a lie, just like he was assuring his sister and not sending her
away to save her life.
So that night he walked her into town and gave her to the furthest away friend. When he got back home he went and ate dinner. Every noise made
him jump and finally Mr. Bevin came.
“Ah, Chase, have you changed your mind?” He asked all the sweetness he tried to force out that morning was gone. You’d think they were the
bitterest enemies.
“No Uncle Bevin I haven’t changed my mind and I never will,” Chase told him.
“What a shame, you were my only nephew,” Mr. Bevin pulled out a gun. Chase gasped and ducked behind a column in the house. Bullets were flying
and one hit Chase in the side. I screamed, but since I wasn’t really there, nothing could be done to stop it!
Uncle Bevin walked up to Chase and said, “It really is a shame, like I said. But this house should be mine your father knew it should’ve been mine but
he gave it to you two so I’m going to take it back,” he pulled out a match, “think of this as just business.” He struck it and then dropped it on the floor.
Then I was back in the present.
“Whoa you’re Chase! That’s awful! Who could kill their own nephew for a house?” I was trying to put what I knew together but when you’re in the midst
of a ghost it’s hard to do just that!
He gave a little laugh and told me, “Well, my Uncle Bevin who kill for a house. So the rest of the story is basically I died and my uncle got the house.
My sister was sent away because she was just so distraught. I never did see her again. But basically there are hundreds of ghosts in the house
because when I became a ghost I decided it was my duty to scare my uncle out so I could rest in peace. Then I did so much to drive him crazy he
committed suicide and became a ghost himself! That’s when all the others started dying, I would warn them but none would listen. So basically we are
back to the present.”
The sky around me started to turn dark and I could hear thunder in the distance. Chase then disappeared and I chose to just walk home. When I got
home it started to downpour and I sat up until three am. Then I got a knock on my door, which never happens.
“Hello,” I said opening the door slowly. Then a noise like a bull charging crashed into my house! I leaped back as hundreds of shadows or I should say
ghosts rushed into the room! “Mr. Bevin! This isn’t your house! It is now mine!” I yelled into the shadows that were circling the room.
I heard a sinister laugh behind me and turned around to see a little wilder version of the Mr. Bevin I’d seen in the vision, “This isn’t your house! It’s
mine all mine! Ha ha! You will never own this house you will never get it! It’s mine, mine, mine! Hahahaha!” Mr. Bevin laughed at me and then pulled
out the same gun he killed Chase with and then the other ghost started throwing thing and messing everything in the house up. I ducked out of the
way and saw matches on the counter top.
I grabbed them and yelled, “The only way to settle this is to get rid of the house and be done with it!” I started lighting the matches one by one and
then dropping each causing fire to light on the wooden floor. Sparks flew and I tried to get out but Mr. Bevin grabbed me and I was not that far into the
past.
It was Jeremy standing in front of me. I almost started crying but I realized it was the past. He was mumbling it will be over, it will be over and I realized
that this was the night he died. Someone knocked on the door and in a trance-like state Jeremy went to open it.
“NO!” I screamed wanting him to stop, but it was useless. The ghost screamed and cackled as they poured into the house. Gun shots were fired most
narrowly missing Jeremy and then a huge fire had started! Jeremy started to back into a corner as flames licked the house. No one had believed him
about this happening not even me, and so he had to pay the ultimate price. Blisters were bubbling on his skin and Mr. Bevin headed silently towards
him coming out of the smoke giving the illusion of the grim reaper wearing his cloak. Then Jeremy passed out and I was thrust back into the present
once more.
Smoke was so thick I couldn’t breathe, think, or see. Mr. Bevin still had his hand firmly gripping my wrist. His nails were like a falcon’s talons and his
arm was leaving a searing pain on my arms like Chase’s was when I had insulted him by calling him a murderer. I thought it would be the end for me,
one more soul to the collection Mr. Bevin had made only something went wrong. For him.
My matches and the fire I set touched Mr. Bevin for the first time and he gasped in an inhumanly way at the fiery lick. I took that moment to run. I
dashed to the door but flames had engulfed it and I would’ve died. I then ran to the attic. It had a small window but with how high up it was I’d be killed
if I jumped. I didn’t care though, all my lungs wanted was the fresh night air.
I got to the window and opened it. I took a deep breath and down below Chase yelled, “Kate jump!” I did just that. He broke my fall and we sat together
wand just watched the house burn to the ground.
“Is the curse over?” I asked when we heard Uncle Bevin’s final cry as the house became only ashes.
Chase was fading as he said, “I do believe it is thank you Kate, thank you!” I never saw him, Mr. Bevin, or the house again. I moved back into town
and decided to live a normal life. Until now I haven’t wanted anything to do with ghosts, but lately questions have popped up about how it burnt down I
found that the truth needed to be revealed. But sometimes, secrets should be left secrets.
Flames licked the house as a man backed into a corner. They thought he was crazy, they wouldn’t believe him, and now he had to pay the price. It
wasn’t just the town’s people. It was also him because if he had listened to them none of this would have happened. Hot, angry blisters bubbled on his
skin and smoke clouded his mind. The last thing he saw was a hooded man coming towards him; then it all went black.
An 18 year old boy named Jeremy got home. His hair was a nice brown and he is very muscular. His home isn’t a mansion or a “chick magnate” but it
works for him. The place, according to the town’s people, is supposed to be haunted or cursed. Which since over 300 people have died there, I think
it would’ve been a big flashing light saying, “Stay away! Stay away!” But Jeremy thought different. He’s a man of impulse and adventure who loves to
prove people wrong.
While at home he sat and watched TV until it was dark. His house was warm so the windows were fogged up and he used his shirt sleeve to wipe a
window clean. Right outside of the window was a hooded man, and Jeremy hates when people are on his property.
He ran outside and yelled, “Hey get off my lawn!” The man slowly walked into the fog that was outside of the house and dropped a piece of paper
while doing it. Jeremy ran, grabbed the paper, and yelled, “Does my house look like a garbage can? You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops!” He looked
down at the paper and it read, “Leave now while you still can, he wants the house.” Jeremy, curious about the guy who wanted the house, just scoffed
at the paper and casually tossed it in the garbage can.
The next day he went to the market and while walking around bumped into a man who told him, “Leave the house.”
“What!” Jeremy gasped at how abrupt and sudden the words came out.
“Leave the house! Leave it, leave it, leave it! Second warning!” That’s when the guy left. He practically disappeared in the crowd. Then Jeremy walked
away to find me.
“Hey Kate,” he said pecking me on the cheek. At the moment I was working on a book and didn’t realize anything was wrong.
“Hi Jeremy, what brings you here?” I asked looking up. His cocky, little smile stretched across his face.
“My best girl, of course! Oh, and there was this weird guy who walked up to me and told me to leave my house! I’d be careful don’t you to….uh get
hurt.”
“Thanks, but I can take care of myself……but you’re right that does seem a bit rude. I’m sure it’s someone else trying to get that house so it can be
turned into a museum or something.” My name is Kate Mink and I am very logical. I love to write books it’s my occupation and one day one will be
published. Jeremy and I met a week after he moved into the house and we’ve been going out for almost two months now.
“If you say so,” he said uncertainly. Then he turned and left. When he got home the only part of the house that wasn’t carved in was carved in. It said,
“You refused to leave.
Your stuff you didn’t heave.
You choose to stay.
Now the uninvited guest will play.
You will never go.
Prepare for a show.
For this guest has games unfit for the living.
So now it’s your life you’ll be giving.”
Jeremy was both amazed and scared. The warnings seemed like a joke, but giving his life was not a laughing matter!
That night someone knocked on the door at 3 am, the haunting hour. He opened the door and it seemed hundreds of shadows laughing madly raced
into the house. Soon gun shots were going off and voices cussing and threatening came all over the house. Wood splinters were flying and so was
Jeremy so he could get into a corner. Then someone lit a match and it was a race to get the fire out. At sunrise Jeremy ran to my house in town and
told me everything. I was shocked.
“You were dreaming,” I told him and tried to look at him.
Fear was covering his face and he said, “No it was too real and come on look at my house!” He drug me to his house and when we got there, there
was nothing there that he had said. Over the next few weeks Jeremy got lost. Not lost like you can’t find something but he himself started to slip away.
One day he came up to me and said, “Today is my last day in this house, tomorrow I’ll be gone.” Before I could ever ask what he meant or
comprehend what those words could mean he left. I’m sad to say I don’t know what happened to him.
The next morning I was shocked to not see him at my door and then I got a call from the cops, “Miss. Mink?”
“Yes that would be me.”
“We are sorry to inform you that Jeremy Castillo has been found dead this morning.” I dropped the phone. My heart raced. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be
true! I ran to the house and found the paramedics there and a body bag. I broke down crying and one of the officers had to drive me home. Even
though I was devastated, heartbroken even, I knew I needed to get to the bottom of this, and all these murders.
I moved into his house and got comfortable. One night about two months after I moved in a hooded man appeared in my yard.
“Hey! Who are you? Why did you kill Jeremy!?” The hooded figure dropped a note in the grass and when I read it, it said, “This house holds secrets
only the dead know. Leave now or you shall find what you are looking for!” Wait a second, a piece of paper? That’s what happened to Jeremy! I was
now close to the mystery and I couldn’t get scared of the “uninvited guest.” But what were the secrets, I have to know!
At the market the next day I bumped into a hooded figure who said, “Leave the house!”
“I won’t leave the house! What did you do to Jeremy? Why’d you kill him? What are the secrets? Who are you?” The man tried to leave so I grabbed
his arm. A searing pain jolted up my arm and I cried out in pain. I tried to retreat backwards when he grabbed my arm with his hands and pulled me
towards him.
“You seek answers that you shouldn’t find, I haunt the house and the town combined. It was my house! I don’t kill I’m a tender soul whose spirit had to
take a toll!” Own the house? Impossible, it’s so old! He looked my age which is about twenty-one.
“But you are too young to have owned it,” then it hit me, his spirit, haunting, “No! No, no, no, no! I don’t believe in ghosts! They aren’t real!” I saw his
harden expression soften.
“You look like my sister; I’ll show you what happened.”
Then I wasn’t at the market I was at the house only it seemed newer. There were two kids playing out front the boy was my age and the girl was about
sixteen. They had blonde hair and blues eyes.
“C’mon Lilly!” The boy yelled trying to get her to chase him.
“You’re too,” the words were chocked up as a horse-drawn carriage came up to the house. A man who was probably about forty-five came up to them.
“Hello Chase, may I have a word with you, alone.”
“Mr. Bevin, we have made it clear to you this house is not for sale nor will it ever be. So please leave.” The boy told the man who now didn’t seem
quite so fun loving.
“Why so formal….Chase I’m your uncle now please into the kitchen.” Mr. Bevin lead Chase into the house while his sister stood and watched them go,
helpless to anything that would happen.
“Uncle Bevin, we refuse to leave this house! Please if you are our uncle you’d truly understand! Our parents loved this house and you will not get it
until I am dead!”
“Death can come easy you know. It isn’t hard to take a life they are, as you know, quite fragile. I’ll be back tonight I hope your mind changes.” Mr.
Bevin left, but Chase stayed in the kitchen. He heard him tell Lilly goodbye and then the carriage clop away.
Lilly ran inside and asked, “Chase, What did Uncle Bevin want?”
Chase thought awhile and then came up with his decision, “You’re going over to your friend’s house tonight, okay?”
“Okay, Chase, but why?”
“I just need time to think,” Chase said. His lie came out so smooth it didn’t even seem like a lie, just like he was assuring his sister and not sending her
away to save her life.
So that night he walked her into town and gave her to the furthest away friend. When he got back home he went and ate dinner. Every noise made
him jump and finally Mr. Bevin came.
“Ah, Chase, have you changed your mind?” He asked all the sweetness he tried to force out that morning was gone. You’d think they were the
bitterest enemies.
“No Uncle Bevin I haven’t changed my mind and I never will,” Chase told him.
“What a shame, you were my only nephew,” Mr. Bevin pulled out a gun. Chase gasped and ducked behind a column in the house. Bullets were flying
and one hit Chase in the side. I screamed, but since I wasn’t really there, nothing could be done to stop it!
Uncle Bevin walked up to Chase and said, “It really is a shame, like I said. But this house should be mine your father knew it should’ve been mine but
he gave it to you two so I’m going to take it back,” he pulled out a match, “think of this as just business.” He struck it and then dropped it on the floor.
Then I was back in the present.
“Whoa you’re Chase! That’s awful! Who could kill their own nephew for a house?” I was trying to put what I knew together but when you’re in the midst
of a ghost it’s hard to do just that!
He gave a little laugh and told me, “Well, my Uncle Bevin who kill for a house. So the rest of the story is basically I died and my uncle got the house.
My sister was sent away because she was just so distraught. I never did see her again. But basically there are hundreds of ghosts in the house
because when I became a ghost I decided it was my duty to scare my uncle out so I could rest in peace. Then I did so much to drive him crazy he
committed suicide and became a ghost himself! That’s when all the others started dying, I would warn them but none would listen. So basically we are
back to the present.”
The sky around me started to turn dark and I could hear thunder in the distance. Chase then disappeared and I chose to just walk home. When I got
home it started to downpour and I sat up until three am. Then I got a knock on my door, which never happens.
“Hello,” I said opening the door slowly. Then a noise like a bull charging crashed into my house! I leaped back as hundreds of shadows or I should say
ghosts rushed into the room! “Mr. Bevin! This isn’t your house! It is now mine!” I yelled into the shadows that were circling the room.
I heard a sinister laugh behind me and turned around to see a little wilder version of the Mr. Bevin I’d seen in the vision, “This isn’t your house! It’s
mine all mine! Ha ha! You will never own this house you will never get it! It’s mine, mine, mine! Hahahaha!” Mr. Bevin laughed at me and then pulled
out the same gun he killed Chase with and then the other ghost started throwing thing and messing everything in the house up. I ducked out of the
way and saw matches on the counter top.
I grabbed them and yelled, “The only way to settle this is to get rid of the house and be done with it!” I started lighting the matches one by one and
then dropping each causing fire to light on the wooden floor. Sparks flew and I tried to get out but Mr. Bevin grabbed me and I was not that far into the
past.
It was Jeremy standing in front of me. I almost started crying but I realized it was the past. He was mumbling it will be over, it will be over and I realized
that this was the night he died. Someone knocked on the door and in a trance-like state Jeremy went to open it.
“NO!” I screamed wanting him to stop, but it was useless. The ghost screamed and cackled as they poured into the house. Gun shots were fired most
narrowly missing Jeremy and then a huge fire had started! Jeremy started to back into a corner as flames licked the house. No one had believed him
about this happening not even me, and so he had to pay the ultimate price. Blisters were bubbling on his skin and Mr. Bevin headed silently towards
him coming out of the smoke giving the illusion of the grim reaper wearing his cloak. Then Jeremy passed out and I was thrust back into the present
once more.
Smoke was so thick I couldn’t breathe, think, or see. Mr. Bevin still had his hand firmly gripping my wrist. His nails were like a falcon’s talons and his
arm was leaving a searing pain on my arms like Chase’s was when I had insulted him by calling him a murderer. I thought it would be the end for me,
one more soul to the collection Mr. Bevin had made only something went wrong. For him.
My matches and the fire I set touched Mr. Bevin for the first time and he gasped in an inhumanly way at the fiery lick. I took that moment to run. I
dashed to the door but flames had engulfed it and I would’ve died. I then ran to the attic. It had a small window but with how high up it was I’d be killed
if I jumped. I didn’t care though, all my lungs wanted was the fresh night air.
I got to the window and opened it. I took a deep breath and down below Chase yelled, “Kate jump!” I did just that. He broke my fall and we sat together
wand just watched the house burn to the ground.
“Is the curse over?” I asked when we heard Uncle Bevin’s final cry as the house became only ashes.
Chase was fading as he said, “I do believe it is thank you Kate, thank you!” I never saw him, Mr. Bevin, or the house again. I moved back into town
and decided to live a normal life. Until now I haven’t wanted anything to do with ghosts, but lately questions have popped up about how it burnt down I
found that the truth needed to be revealed. But sometimes, secrets should be left secrets.