The House of Death Is Now Open For New Tenants

Who ever or what ever lived there is now gone. It happened within an hour. A moving van pulled up and within the hour what lived there had moved out. A sign is posted, For Lease.

And what will fill the vacancy? What insanity will move in there, for surely the House is hungry. A new year to begin with new people, hopefully, moving into something they know is evil or about to find out.

And what will it bring to us and our hood? What crazy will find it a cozy place to hang their hat. The last ones were eerily silent, eating waste delivered to the door. But what will the new ones eat? That's what worries me. And what was left behind, besides box upon empty box of delivered fast food. And what sort of organism did they leave? Something that obviously survives on gunk.

With Winter still waxing, the House could very well bring unimaginable evil. Cannibalistic killing machines in human forms. Everything nice on the outside but once the House begins to influence their thoughts, once they sleep and allow the House to enter their dreams and turn them to nightmares, then they will seek victims. They will hunt out those they deem weak and desirable for their tastes.

The guy that shows the house is something else too. Reed thin wearing a cheap shiny black suit, his black hair oiled slick. The fingers of his hands are more like spears at the end of a rod, the suit riding up his arm exposing a lifeless white cuff at the wrist.

Normal people would shy away but not the ones that want to rent. Not those, no sir, they step right up and shake his hand, enter, sign and are never seen until the next tenant comes to rent. And the next. 

It Wakes, The House Of Evil Is Alive

On Wednesday I get up at first light. Well it's barely light, enough to find the paper somewhere in front. Usually there is nothing going on at that time, no dog walkers, baby strollers, or workmen. No one is up yet getting in their car or truck to head out to work, quiet save for the nearby traffic that is always there.

Once I find the paper, tear off the plastic cover and read the front page while Buster takes a leak, I head back to front door ASAP, it's cold right now at that time. And it was then, as soon as I entered the house a light caught my attention. Now here is the strange part, it wasn't a light in the bedroom going on, but the entire House. A glow of light seeped around the shades of every window in the entire house at once.

The black SUV hasn't moved. The front door has never opened to let anyone out or in save for the delivery of fast food.  But suddenly, and all at once, every light in the house is on.

Then just as quickly as they went on they went off. No one left, the door never opened, the car never moved, but before full daylight came, in just minutes after the lights went on, they went off as well. Not one at a time but all at one time, just as they came on.

It's as if the house was letting me know it is alive and watching me. Knows that I know something isn't quite right there and is watching me watch it. And I'm trying not to but how can you not? It's there, sullen and mysterious with its criminal populace, its dark and moody appearance and the vehicles that are always black, suddenly appearing, staying for months at a time and then, like the lights--gone.

I don't know what it is planning but I can feel that something terrible is about to happen somewhere and then the cops will come with their weapons and armor and we, the hood will be hold up in the far corners of our homes waiting out the storm set upon us until the next time it seeks those that commit evil.

A Most Curious Development At The House of Evil

The House of Evil has a new car parked in the driveway. It is a huge black, of course, SUV. The windows have such a dark tint that it is impossible to see the interior. It is enormous, big enough to fit a number of bodies or a couple of coffins, more if they stacked them. The vehicle came sometime in the middle of the night, it was after we went to bed and before dawn when I pick up the newspaper in the front yard. It caught my eye because it is so enormous, too big to fit in the garage, not that who ever lives there puts cars in the garage, but this one is so large I doubt it could fit.

And as I studied the car, for there was something not quite right with how it looked, I noticed the license plate. At first I thought it out of state, not looking quite like a California plate. For one, it had only numbers and the color of the plate was off. I asked Prince Albert what he thought of the plate, if it came from California or not. He went out into the street and looked and observed the same thing I did, the plate wasn't quite right. And as we studied the plate it came to light that there is no state name to identify its origin. Very clever, and I imagine, that fleeing from a crime this would come in very handy for if someone was lucky enough to copy the plate, or if it the plate showed up on surveillance cameras, there would be no way to trace the vehicle.

What sinister crime are they plotting? I'll tell you another creepy thing. I started writing this article and put down only a sentence when the program jumped to publish. I started again, completing the article when suddenly the power went off. When I threw the switch and went to retrieve my work it was all wiped out, everything but the first sentence and somehow bypassed the auto-save. I checked the auto-save and it was functioning. Very strange as if the house knows I'm writing about it and its inhabitants. How?

House Of Evil Welcomes Storm Clouds

There's another thing about those drawn to the House of Evil, they all own black cars. What's with the black? And the shades are never opened. No light penetrates the interior or emits light. Yet, people, some form of them at least, live there surviving on delivered food at all times of day or night. Pizza for breakfast? okay, maybe with a beer when you had one hell of a party that weekend, but on Tuesdays?

It's a rental and the guy who's family lives next door to them and directly across the street from us, asked the owner who showed up when the rent was due and the renters in jail, after the law came with guns and plenty of ammo, "Why do you rent to criminals?"

The guy said he didn't know they were criminals.

I can see the concern because the family, and a real nice family, have their children's bedrooms on the shared side of The House of Evil. The parents told me how they moved their children to the other side of the house after the second invasion of police prying out criminals hold up in the House of Evil. And if you saw the size of the rifles the cops brought, you'd run to the other side of your house and hope it was enough between you and whatever comes out of the barrel of a gun that size.

He doesn't know they're criminals until the rent goes unpaid and the hood informs him. Maybe a background check would help but I don't think so. It's the house.

The house itself is cursed. Haunted and I know it for a fact. The story goes back to the time me and some other kids collected all the unfired firecrackers from the 4th of July. The day after the fourth we carefully broke the firecrackers opened and piled up the gunpowder. It was directly in front of that  house over fifty years ago.

It was a big pile too. I mean firecrackers back then were easy to get, legal and cheap. We placed all the gunpowder on the cement sidewalk in front of this particular house. Why that house, I'm not sure but probably because none of us had ever seen anybody that lived in the house and it drew us to it. We lit it and in one big cloud of sulfur smelling smoke and flame, all our eyebrows and lashes were singed off.

What this did, was to invoke some type of evil to enter the house. It caused a warp in the fabric of time and allowed some unknown entity to enter the dwelling. From that point on, the house sits there, gathering the wicked and dispensing them to this day.  And I don't think it will ever end. The evil that was invoked that day over fifty years ago is still there, waiting to call those who walk on the dark side.

Home To Evil

In the hood, catercorner from us, sits a house that has for over sixty years nourished evil. As a kid playing in the hood, the house had stayed silent, as if who ever lived there, didn't live there but someplace else. I've never seen, as a kid, anyone enter or exit for over thirty years and then it became a rental, as if the owner, who ever they were, had died and was absorbed into the house. But as a rental it has housed one criminal after another. 

Three times now, sharp shooters came with flak jackets, armor, high power rifles, dogs and assorted police cars from city, county and state. People removed in cuffs, after spread out on the sidewalk with rifles pointed at their heads. Women screaming for help, cars hidden in the garage with barricades in place. Just plain creepy.

And it's creeps that live there now. They never leave, food is brought in by delivery from pizzas to Chinese daily. There is a big black dog that has a ferocious bark that is kept inside. The occupant, like the occupants before, has black hair. Coal black and thick with a pale face. Sun is something these people seem to abhor. Then there is the strange people who visit, sometimes for an hour or two, others for days on end and if they do leave, you never see them leave. Just others arrive.

I'm expecting the cops to arrive any day now. Slow like, with their patrol cars parked down the street and them sneaking up to the house like what's done in the past. Once I asked a cop with guns strap to his side, flap jacket on who was crouched outside the door of our house, "Is there a problem?" his answer, "No problem at all."

No problem eh, well the postman doesn't come wearing a flap jacket and guns. The people walking their dogs don't have rifles, at least not at the moment they don't.

So I'm waiting, for the house to disgorge who ever is in there now, once the cops come of course and I suspect that will be any day now.