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The Seventh House

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Hi all, my name is Jered Pitsworth. I'm 23 years old and I live in the cold, icy city of Shaydden in North America.

It's the year 1996, and I work for the CIA. Can't really describe my job, all I do is break codes without even breaking a sweat. I always liked doing that at school, figuring out the teenagers' timetable for them. When I got to college I got an A+ in Psychology.

Anyway, let's cut to the chase here; you know what it's like when you're a teenager, drinking, getting up to mischief all those things... I did something I'll never forget something that will live in my mind for the rest of my life. I feel sick when I think of it. Well, let me tell you why.

I was 17 years of age, it was Christmas Eve and everyone was looking forward to the next day to open their presents and all that soppy shit, but me and my best friend Norris Buckle- we weren't. Know why? Because when I was eight years old, my house on Christmas Eve it... it... IT GOT TORCHED!!!

Some weirdo thought it would be nice on Christmas Eve in 1981 to set my house up alight, killing both my parents, leaving me fighting for my life in hospital, and leaving me mortally scarred.

I eventually ended up in a care home to be raised, so on that night me and my mate were pissed out of our heads thinking, 'if it happened to me, why not someone else feel my pain!' My friend agreed, so we went to the seventh house we come across, lit up our alcohol, and lobbed it at that house and ran. No one knew it was us, but we remember leaving no one alive, killing an entire family. Oh how I would regret that for the rest of my life...

So it was my day off, I was sitting in my home, looking at my life possessions and I came across one that got me dead confused and eager- an old, rusty camera which had a sticker on it saying: 1989 - 1990.

I eagerly put the tape that was inside the camera into my TV, and saw clips with me and my buddy Norris Buckle walking in darkness, approaching the same house. I said, "Right, let's see what this baby can d-" then it shut off. When I said that I was lighting up my beer in the video, it brought a tear to my eye, knowing that the family couldn't open their presents the next morning.

The house is still there today, rusted and dark... nothing in that house survived that night, so I thought that on my day off, I ought to go pay my respects at the house and apologize, to keep my mind at peace.

So I got my keys, ran to my car and drove there... oh I wish I wasn't eager.

I stopped at the front door, got out, and strolled towards the front door. My legs were shaking out of nervousness. iIgently knocked on the door and the door collapsed right in front of me. I thought nothing of it and kept on walking into the house.

It was so eerie that the slightest hint of wind scared the crap out of me. I thought whilst I was there I could investigate who was in the family I killed. There was nothing... just rubble, nothing I could pick up on...

Then all of a sudden I saw a shelf with an old torn photo on it: there was a mother, a father, and their little four year-old daughter whose face was crossed out in a gooey red substance which I presumed was blood. I got shit-scared of the photo when I turned it around; there was a binary code on it which took me nearly five minutes to solve the message that was in it. 

When i did, it felt like all the bones just leaped out of my skin. The message said: 'You thought this was funny eh Jered?' When I saw thatI legged it to the front door but it suddenly rose back up and shut itself. I tried opening it but it didn't budge.

All of a sudden, I heard a faint voice of a little four year-old girl behind me saying, "Turn around." I was sweating with fear.

As I turned around I saw a tiny girl who was burnt head to toe. She just said, "Revenge." Then she let out a demonic scream as she lunged at me with a knife. I just cowered as I let her end my miserable life and then I suddenly woke up.

It was 8:45 in the morning. 'Ah, it was just a dream,' I said, breathing a sigh of relief, but then... oh but then... I heard the same little demonic girl voice I heard in my dream except this time she sounded much more evil, she said: "Ha! Just a dream? You're MY puppet now, Jered! This is where the real game begins!"

She let out  demonic laughter as she said it, so before she could do anything, I grabbed my gun from my bedside table and shot myself... bye-bye seventh house...

I'll see you in hell! 

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