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	HOUSE - Chapter 2
	This next thing that happened was a very nasty ordeal, what ever had made him do this had to be screwed up in the head. After that night, when hill and Eric died, we heard Andrew scream. None of us came running to him because he were scared to dead, its one of those things where you’re about ready too piss your pants because your so scared. We waited till morning and went to see Andrew; he was lying on his bed, lifeless. He didn’t move at all, we saw scratches on his face and what looked to be bite marks maybe from a rat. When we walked over there I nudged Gabe to touch him, he got about a foot away from him and Andrew grabbed his hand and screamed. –AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA, you guys actually believed I was dead- Andrew yelled. – GOD DAMMIT Andrew, our friends died last night…WHAT THE HELL IS…- then Andrew cut him off. -Oh my god, John pissed himself- Andrew started to laugh and Gabe even cracked a smile. My face turned red, and then walked out of the room. I hated Andrew every night from then on, he just made me so made I wish that he would have died sooner, but I think it was my fault that he died, in fact I know it was. But I don’t care now, im dead. Nothing much ever happened during the day, just some odd things like stuff falling from cabinets and dishes falling from the sink, once a wine bottle came crashing from the counter and left a long shard or glass about 6 inches long in my foot. I went to walk but then more glass went into my foot, one I saw go in. it went in slowly and as soon as it broke the skin there was a small scratching noise, im guess which was the glass scraping against my skin then coming out the other side. I went to grab the longest shard of glass and pulled it out, when I did this a little bit of blood burst out with the glass. Other than that nothing exciting ever happened during the day, until my last day there. Then we all went to bed, of course we were all afraid to. That night I heard the strange voice again, this time it said – you will burn, like that bitch in hell- this time it was scary than the others it even made me jump, I said – what do you want with us-. It answered back –FUN-. This was the scariest thing that I had ever heard. And I wanted to just kill myself right then and there. I knew that we would never get out of there; even if we died it wouldn’t work. I decided that if this voice came again I would run out the front door and just go if I could where ever I could. Then I heard Andrew yell, if was kind of faded yell though. I walked to his room, it was only a few doors down, and opened it. He was standing there with a bottle a gasoline, I asked him where he had got it and he said from the basement. His voice sounded like he could kill someone. He stood straight up poured the gasoline over his body and said – were never going to get out of here, might as well give up.- then another voice took over his body – And you will all die, and burn in hell- this one was the same voice he had heard the previous nights. Then Andrew started to laugh and light a match, as soon as he lit the match his whole body exploded in flames, it got so hot in there the hair on my eye brows were burnt. His body didn’t really move, he just stood there laughing while he was burning, then his body started to flail around like a snake that just got its tail taken off. And it smelled like meat in the room. Gabe went and grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed him down. We walked up to him body, looked at it and saw that his eyes were still open. I was the first to do it and you will think I was sick in the head, but I grabbed his arm and bit down. We hadn’t ate in almost 3 days and were starving, so we both dug in on our old friend Andrew. If you want to know what human flesh tastes like, when you’re sitting in school or an office cafeteria or even at home, and you’re having a hamburger. It pretty much tastes like that, so next time you’re eating one of those think that you might as well be eating human. We both felt bad after that, we didn’t even look or talk to each other. We just went to our rooms and slept, but when I was in mine a voice told me to kill Gabe, that when he was at the top of the stairs tie a rope to his neck and push him off. The voice said that if I did this I would be free; I wouldn’t have to die, or go to hell. So that is what I planned on doing, no matter what the costs. I thought about how to kill him all day, and I finally decided to do what the voice said to me. I thought about how I was going to slip the rope around his neck with out him freaking out. So I thought I would call him out and just through it around his neck and push. But I didn’t know if I wanted to kill him. I waited for five minutes with the rope in my hands, thinking about whether or not to just tie the rope up and hang myself with it right then and there. I stood up on the rail of the stairs and tied the rope to the end of them. I called Gabe in there I told him that he had to see this. He came running out and looked over the end of the rail. - What is it? - He asked - Just l…look father down- I said slowly - I don’t see anything over hee...- Then he made some kind of gargling noise so I pushed him as hard as I could. He turned around while he was hanging and my eyes caught his, and I felt happy. He was trying to get off the rope, grabbing at it, then his eyes popped, they just exploded. Blood went all over my face. It just started flowing from his eye sockets, it looked like someone had taken a pencil and jabbed it into his eyes then moved it from one side to the other. When he stopped moving (or stopped breathing because he was still swaying from side to side) the rope snapped, and it made a noise that was so loud that it made me scream. I slept the next 3 nights then it was night 7 the last night I was in that house, but like I said I’m still not for sure whether or not I’m dead or alive. That night something took over my body, I couldn’t move any part of my body. I started to walk into the kitchen then something took me over to the kitchen drawl and pulled out a small tooth pick. I took the tooth pick walked over to the mirror in the bathroom. I looked in it then took the toothpick and shoved it into my right eye, it went in a little above the pupil and when I let go of the pick it just stuck in there, I tried to scream but nothing came out. Blood started to come out from my eye, but for some reason there wasn’t that much blood coming from my eye. Then something took me to where we kept the knives, I first pulled out a large steak knife, then went down to something smaller a butter knife. This thing wouldn’t leave me alone, it just kept hurting me and I couldn’t do anything about it. It took the knife and laid my hand out. Slowly the butter knife went into my index finger, it was a butter knife so I wouldn’t go through so it started to saw my finger off. Back and forth and back and forth. I finaily got my body back, and I lifted up my hand. There was a small piece of bone holding my finger onto my hand, I couldn’t even look I passed out. When I woke up it was pitch black I thought I was dead, but im not that lucky. I walked over to the wall and turned on the light. I looked around and saw a huge pile of blood where I had been sitting and something didn’t feel right, I saw that my left fore arm was broken. Both bones had been snapped in half, and the bones were poking out of my skin, I went to put my hand down and it cut into my rib. I couldn’t even put my arm down. I got up the courage to go outside the house to finally
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