GreenJello proudly presents...January 7, 1990: A new girl in town, her name is Kristen Heights. Birthday: October 10, 1975. Place she wants to be: Florida. Kristen moved out from her parent’s house because she lived with her sister, Katie, and her cousin, Major, and her parents, Vicky and Larson. Her mom was the head of a big company, while her dad owned a lumberjack industry. Katie and Major had already started building their own store! And while Kristen lived there, she was nothing. Plain. Like thin air floating up to the clouds and slowly repeating itself.
She had dreams, dreams to go to college and become a kindergarten teacher or a high school math teacher. Her best friends lived with her. Their names were Heidi and Annabelle. They called Annabelle, Belle, but they called each other sisters. Heidi wanted to be a philosopher and Annabelle wanted to be a physiologist. Well, they would be split up when they went to college. But the bad thing was, they were leaving for college in about a month and a half.
“Did you see the new girls!! They moved into the Brookes house!! They won’t last here long.” Kristen heard a little boy say to a friend. She thought she had nothing to worry about, because they were new, but she will soon see.
“Hey girls, have you heard anything about this house because I had an interview for a job today and this person asked where I lived and I said on Hates Street and he said, ‘where on that street’ and I said the last house on the left before the huge bushes. And he started telling me how many people have gone ‘missing’ from this house!” Heidi explained, shocked to see Belle’s straight face just as Kristen’s face went sheet white.
“So what? Someone told you a folk tale about our house… How old was this dude again?” Belle explained and asked without anything but wonder.
“Bells, someone told Heidi a scary story about our house. Doesn’t that freak you out?” Kristen asked
“No” Annabelle said a heartless, stone cold no.
“What, why doesn’t that freak you out? Did the person who sold us this house ever let us meet the previous owner when we asked? No!” Heidi obviously was consumed with pondering thoughts.
“Heidi, let’s just drop it and go to bed. Maybe he was trying to scare us. Goodnight girls,” Kristen said.
“Yeah night,” Heidi said.They all went to bed. Heidi had a bad night’s sleep: a presence of someone watching her, gently rocking in the chair, staring at her bed. Bad dreams consisting of clowns, darkness, and endings. She was terrified of clowns. Kristen was terrified of long-lasting darkness. Annabelle acted as if she wasn’t afraid of anything but deep down she was afraid of something.
The next morning…
January 8, 1990: “Okay… They had a weird experience last night when a ‘story’ came home with Heidi about their new house. And after Kristen heard that little boy, I think she is scared. She can’t even watch scary movies. She is terrified. Kristen wants to look over her shoulder, but she is scared to think what might be behind her. She might just stay home today all alone with Annabelle. She might even ask why Belle isn’t scared or freaked out about the story. And see if she can get an answer although it would be like ripping nails out of steel. Kristen wants to know why it didn’t shock Belle about what news Heidi had brought back. Kristen just had a different idea about the news that she had heard… I guess. Kristen would be home almost all day just to wander the halls of the house, and wonder what lies through the dark, gloomy halls.”
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“Good morning everybody! What’s for breakfast? I hope its pancakes with eggnog coffee!” Belle came into the kitchen chanting. The two girls gave her a very disgusted look. “What haven’t you ever met me?!”
Then Belle poured herself a cup of coffee with eggnog and gave Heidi a great big hug and said in the sweetest little tone and big smile, “Heidi will you please make me some pancakes?”
Heidi was a softie for big smiles.
“So how did you girls sleep?” Kristen asked in a perky tone.
“Good,” she heard from Belle, although nothing from Heidi.
“Heidi, how did you sleep?” Kristen asked in a gentle voice.
“Well… I slept okay. I guess I had a weird feeling,” explained Heidi.
“What kind of feeling?” Belle questioned.
“A weird feeling like someone was watching me.” Heidi opened up.
“Oh my goodness, just let the story go Heidi!” Belle screeched as she slammed her coffee cup on the counter.
“No, I won’t let it go! You should have heard his tone of voice, he sounded dead serious,” Heidi said.
Belle just walked away. “She is just…” Kristen was cut off.
“I’m going to work! Bye and have a great day. And I know he wasn’t just lying,” Heidi said.
“I will watch where I go,” Kristen assured Heidi.
That Afternoon
Kristen was walking through the halls as she heard a sound of a door slowly creaking, like nails on a chalkboard. A few minutes passed and then she heard a harp playing gently above her. She saw a door ahead and walked closer. The music got louder and louder. She opened the door. There were stairs, and she walked up them slowly as the music got louder. She started to speed up. She got to a black door. The music was definitely in that room. She pushed the door open and, nothing. Not a thing, the room was empty except for a spider webbed harp, a black chest, a photo album, and an old book with writing. Kristen didn’t dare touch anything. She immediately ran down the stairs and was only left with thoughts of the attic.
Later that evening
Heidi returned home and rushed into the house. “Kristen! Belle!” She shouted up the stairs. They came down the stairs. “Okay listen. The story is true.” Heidi said as Belle started to walk away. “Listen Belle, I found a newspaper article talking about people missing from this house and a week later they were found dead.” The girls just stared into the house.
“Okay maybe this is true. Let’s look for more articles and talk to the families,” Belle had made the suggestion.
“Oh yeah, we just go to their home and say ‘hey, we live in a house your child lived in and could you tell me if anything creepy happened before they died!’” Heidi yelled.
“Guys! Let’s take this seriously okay. Now we can look up more papers alright! But for now let’s go to bed. Goodnight,” Kirsten stormed off. Heidi and Belle didn’t say anything after Kristen went up the dark stairs. They then all went to bed.
January 10, 1990: “Alright, it’s real. The stories the articles; it’s all real! People have gone missing then found DEAD 7 days later. All with-in the first month of living in this house! Okay Kristen, Belle, and Heidi plan to move out but they never expected what was happening.”
That afternoon
“Girls!! Let’s go I want to leave before we are next!” Belle was realizing the truth about their little house on the left.
“Okay, but first I wanna show you something.”
She showed them the attic and after a little argument, it came. A ghost popped up! The man told of the people who lived there and that were now dead. The man sent warnings to Heidi in her sleep. The feeling of someone watching over her was the ghost. He told them they were next. Then the ghost disappeared into the dark, gusty fog in the attic. They ran screaming. But something had got Heidi and she collapsed to the floor. Dying. Then, Kristen and Belle, with Heidi in their arms, ran to Heidi’s car and drove off to the hospital. All that was running through Kristen’s mind was this is a challenge; it’s a dream; it’s all fake.
As if Kristen were asleep this was a horrible nightmare. Then the car swerved, hit another car, and flipped down a hill. The crash injured Belle and Heidi was now dead in the backseat. Belle told Kristen to go and run and make sure she’s safe and the killer died.
Kristen ran and called the cops who tell her to take a car and go out of town, but they told her to tell them where they are going. She said, “I’m going to kill the man who killed my best friends.” And then she ran off. She stole a car and went after him. They ended up in the woods. He asked for their names, and she told him. She asked, “Why?”
He said, “Because you lived in the house.”
She asked him if he killed all those people who lived in that house and he said, “Yes, I did.”
She had a secret and he did too. She had a knife, and he had his hand in his pocket thinking she would not hurt him. She stabbed the knife through his heart, and he dropped to the ground. He was dead. She lay on the grass and fell asleep.
She woke up in her bedroom in the house on the left, with the pages of the journal of everything that happened scattered across the room. Her dead best friends were next to her. She screamed and nobody saw her ever again”
“That story was so fake Jack!” A girl said.
“No Chelsea! It’s real! I can show you the house.”
“Jack, no let’s just go eat lunch.”
“Alright” They started to walk away.
“Hey, you wanna hear about the last house on the right?!”
“No Jack,” Chelsea said.
“No it’s no problem,” Jack said.
“No Jack, that’s okay.”
“Your loss” Jack said, and they walked to lunch with the knowledge of the last house on the left of Lasting St.
