Heaven Help Us 1

I hate the ending myself but it started with an alright scene.

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Spooky, the word that sifted through each of the boys minds as the mansion grew before them slowly. The youngest of the lot, Frank, brushed his fringe aside as he pulled off his red sunglasses, his eyes widening in awe as the black limousine came to a stop. The sound of the driver's door opening and the gravel crunching under his overly polished shoes echoed around the still lot, it was the only sound that could be heard across the large acre space lined with a thick stone fence. Not even the trees dared to whistle in the wind, the place was dead.

None dared speak as they each climbed out of the vehicle, standing in a line before two great oak doors, A picture of five roses was etched into the hard wood sending an ironic message of life and beauty. The group gulped simultaneously, their eyes scanning the faded brown brick, blanketed in dead vines. At the very top of the three storied abode sat a stone angel; wings long disintegrated into the hard earth below them. The driver coughed and shuffled awkwardly, the eerie atmosphere irking him.

"Good luck with your...work," he practically whispered, his insides trembling as his mouth formed the careful words. The others barely nodded to acknowledge him as he scrambled back into his leather seat and drove off as quickly as he dared. The creaking sound of the large iron gates that blocked entrance to the lot closing bought the five men out of their trance. They looked skeptically at each other, each silently sharing their thoughts; even in your twenties a few creaks could send unsettling shivers down your spine.

The oldest of the group, Gerard, was the first to move; his hazel eyes that mirrored twenty-nine hard years of existence glinted in the dim sunlight as he brushed his black hair away from his face and took a timid step forward. He glanced back at his four friends who egged him on wordlessly; he turned back towards the giant brick dwelling and took a few more daring steps forward until his feet were only centimeters away from the thick oak. His hand extended slowly and latched onto the bronze handle; the instant the cool metal touched his pale skin his body jolted, an unearthly sensation spiraling through him.

He gasped and stumbled backwards; his friends ran forward in concern and huddled around him. He composed himself with a few deep breaths and ignored their questions as he stepped towards the door again; this time he pushed the door open quickly, blinking furiously as dust attacked him. He coughed slightly and looked behind him; his companions were nervously trying to peer inside the dark interior. He let a small sigh emit from his mouth as he turned around once again to be met with the drab inside of the lifeless mansion.

He stumbled blindly forward, his hands groping along the decrepit walls in a vain attempt to find a light switch. Finally his hand met with a switch, he closed his eyes as his fingers flicked the switch; a dull light bathed the entrance hall. He heard footsteps behind him and small exclamations. He opened his eyes and spun slowly on his foot, taking in his surroundings.

The hall consisted of what appeared to be a large mirror hidden behind a sheet of material and a chalice that held a single black candle, the droplets of previous lightings frozen down the sides. Next to the mirror was an extravagant staircase that led to the second level, shrouded still in darkness. On either wall beside it was a large sliding door, decorated with the same carvings as the front door. Everything about the place screamed age and ruin, the temperature was almost chilling, not even sunlight could add warmth to the stagnant dwelling.

"Cheery place," Frank mumbled under his breath.

Heaven Help Us 1

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