The bell rang for school to Finnish. My brother Stacey and I collected our bags from the cloak bay and headed out through the classroom. Instead of taking the bus home we decided to walk home since mum was going to be home late tonight and our older brother was always late because he goes to high school. We knew it was going to be way longer than taking the bus but we decided it would be fun. We slowly took our time walking back home the other kids on the bus passed us and waved. We admired the countryside as we walked back home and played the car game. Then something odd happened there was a sudden change of weather and it just started pouring down on us. It was weird because it was nothing but clear skies before. We sought shelter in an old boarded up house it had a long gravel driveway leading up to it with a big metal gate that was chained up we jumped over the gate and headed up to the front porch. The door was locked. Stacey was looking for another way in like a window that wasn’t boarded up or a hole in the floor. I couldn’t stand getting wet anymore so I kicked the old rickety door down. That door was as stubborn as a mule and didn’t budge I ended up twisting my ankle. Stacey grabbed a branch of a fallen tree and used it like a battering ram and broke the door down. He carried me over his shoulder and eased me into a chair. It was when I was seated that I realized that their was a bookshelf in front of the door.
We were amazed at what we had found in that house it was like a blast from the past. There were all sorts of trinkets from back in the day there was a record player with one of those big hearing things on them, there was one of those old 19th century telephones with the dial and the stand that looked like something straight out of steam punk, there was an old spy glass that pirates use to use, an old camera that looks like it was used in the civil war when I told my brother about all these things he stood there staring at me with bulging eyes looking like he just witnessed a murder. He asked me how I knew about all those things I told him I like to learn about history in my spare time.
This place was like an emporium for old devices. Who ever used to live here must have been a devoted collector. The house had a very musty smell like an old person's house. The wallpaper was all peeling off it was a creamy white kind of color. We were exploring the house. It was a big two story house with an attic. When we entered the attic we were greeted by stuffed animal heads on the wall it was obvious who ever lived in this house was a bit off a hunter in fact their prized rifle was mounted on the wall underneath a beautiful stuffed head of a buck. This must have been their prized kill. The hunting rifle mounted on the wall had the name Reba engraved into the steel part of the receiver. No wonder Reba was his prized gun it took 50.caliber bullets pretty powerful.
There was a secret compartment at the back of the room. I pulled open the rope that was attached to the hatch there was a staircase leading down into darkness. We slowly walked down the staircase this wasn’t easy because of my twisted ankle we heard an evil sounding cackle we looked back we saw a mysterious looking figure in the entrance of the secret compartment. It slammed the hatch closed Stacey ran up to try and open the hatch but it was no use the hatch wouldn’t open we had no other choice but to continue down the staircase we entered a poorly lit room it was cold and the room was surrounded by concrete walls it was not long before we realized that it was a torture dungeon there were puddles of blood on the floor and the walls were stained with blood. This house of wonder turned into a house of horror. There were cells, shackles and medieval torture devices everywhere we were speechless. In the cells were dog bowls with moldy food and water in them. The cells were littered with skeletons some were fresh with the flesh peeled of the bone. The smell was horrendous we had to cover our faces to keep ourselves from throwing up we continued walking down the cold concrete corridor. There was a rusted steel door with a glass window beside it was a skeleton with a hammer lodged in it’s skull Stacey took it and smashed the glass he opened it from the other side we crept up the staircase leading back into the main part of the house we grabbed our bags and were about to leave until we heard the man in the attic talking to his beloved Reba we snuck up the attic staircase he spoke of us in his dungeon and how he was going to torture us until we died and he was going to make a stew out of our flesh. Stacey stealthily snuck up behind his and bashed him over the head with the hammer I had to hold him back to keep him from killing the man. I would have been fine with Stacey killing him but if he did he would be charged for manslaughter.
We escaped home called our mum and called the police and the arrested him. He was sentenced to death via electric chair we smiled when the police officer told us that and from what we witnessed the chief commissioner suggested therapy lessons for me and my older brother Stacey so every Wednesday we skip school and spend the day with our therapist. So in a way we saved a lot of potential victims from ever discovering this house. And next time we’ll take the bus.
