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House of SIN

Insane or Not

By William L. Truax IIIPublished 3 years ago 4 min read
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Kelly Alpert

As the police arrived at her door, the corpse that she kept under her bed was starting to wiggle, squirm and generally move about without any notice. She had her fun with it, yes, she did, but now it was dead, though she could clearly see it moving. What was it? How was it moving. She had played with him all night long, but it had not even blinked an eye, now it is acting like it wants to get up and dance.

Her brother Charlie said don’t head desire, run outside and throw it on the fire!

“This is the Sheriff’s Office, OPEN UP!”

The cry sent shivers through her body, Charlie was at the door begging her to run, hide anything. He flung wide the door.

“Officers, how can I help you?” he ask all cheery like, he had never been so kind to her before, so why them? What made them any different from her? Was it because they could kill him, but she could too in seconds, as she thought?

“We are looking for a lost man with brown hair, green eyes and he just so happens no to wear his dentures, so no teeth. Have you seen him?”

“No sir.”

“Is there anyone else in the house that would be able to answer my questions, like a mother, father, sister?”

“Nope, it is just me in here.”

She scooted past listening, hiding. Her brother had told her that if she were to talk to anyone other than he, she would die! That person would kill her for being who she is. They would not listen to her, talk to her, they would only kill her. he was her one and only savior. He was the one who took care of her the best, knew her needs and acquired whatever it was that she wanted this way she would always stay and never have o worry of the DEMONS of the outside world.

Watch out, Watch out! She heard his voice in her head.

All your demons are nothing compared to the outside world. They have nothing but death waiting for you.

She had a corpse up under her bed,

She had her fun but now he’s dead,

She knew that song was addressing her, but who sung it? How did that person know it was her? what was she to do? Glancing back into her room, she spotted the demon body moving, getting up and dancing in a way and she began to smile.

Clap along with its movements, then laugh.

“Sir, wait, what is that sound?”

“I don’t know, probably next door.”

“No, it is coming from inside. I have to get in and look.”

“No, you don’t! back away and do not return.”

Charlie was stern about this to the officer, but she just begun laughing and carrying on like there was no problem and she could just be as free as a bird.

Suddenly another vehicle shows up with its lights flashing red and blue.

She heard the door slam as well as more knocking, Charlie did not answer.

“I’ll get it, ha! Ha! HA! HE can dance Charlie!”

“No! Don’t!” he yelled as he was gathering something in the back.

“Hello?” she questioned as the door opened.

There before her stood two demonic looking men, their eyes glowing red, face blackened from the soot and ash that covered their faces and bodies.

“MORE! AHHHHH! HELP CHARLIE!”

“Ma’am! We are here to help.” Said one demon grabbing her hand.

She pulled away and ran down the hall to her bedroom screaming that the demons were after her.

Charlie walked to the door and handed the two officers there a letter from her doctor.

They nodded and walked in with his permission since they saw her and would not take her away. They swore they would only take what evidence they needed, and he told them everything, how she would sneak out at night and in the morning, he’d find a new body in her room. That he would dispose of it in the basement of their home and cover it in salt and other preservatives to keep the smell down. But he, as he was telling them, was doing it for her protection because of the way she is.

The officers watched her dance and play with the man in the cloth that was wrapped tight around him and felt a grievous for her him and her, then they arrested them both.

She sang in the car: “This is the house, no one lives, this is the house built of sin, this is the house, no one lives, this is house…”

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About the Creator

William L. Truax III

Disabled Veteran, Father of 2.

I am a teller of tales and dreams, visions, haunting melodies, subtidal invocations of the mind and song.

Many of the Tales here interact with each other in some way and all within the same Universe.

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