Ok this is the new story idea I am working on :D so please tell me what you think. And over there on the side is the picture of the man and also the song is what he is whistling. Once you start reading you'll know what im talking about! And a very big thanks to my friend Kay who made the cover!!!!

I hope you like this so far :D

so without further delay here it is!!!!!!!!







~New Years Eve five years ago~



My eyes groggily fluttered open feeling a sharp pain shooting through my body. Slowly pushing myself up, I looked around trying to get my bearings. I was in what looked like a basement of some sort, judging by the cold concrete floor and the cinder block wall I was pressed up against. Not to mention the wet, musty smell of mold that was extremely prominent. Frankly other than those details, I could hardly see anything. My vision was blurry and it was so dark I could barely see a foot in front of myself.



"Hello?" I tried to yell out, by my throat was too dry and it turned out to be more of a whisper.



Groaning out in frustration, I turned myself over onto my hands and knees. My hands feeling the cold, dust covered concrete that sent shivers through my whole body.



How the hell did I even end up here? Where ever the hell 'here' was. The last thing I remembered was walking home from my friends New Years Eve party. There wasn't even anything unusual about the walk home. It was the same way I walked home every day from school.



"Hello? Is anybody there?" I called out again, as I slowly started crawling my way around the pitch black room. My arm out stretched, keeping me from running into anything.



Fumbling around for what felt like forever, my hand finally hit against something with a little give. Figuring it might be a door, my hand slowly slid up feeling for any sort of door knob.



As soon as my fingers felt the cold metal of a door knob, I quickly gripped onto it, turning it pulling the door open.



My body shivered feeling a cold gust of air pour in from the next room. My heart was pounding hard as I pulled my plaid shirt around me tighter trying to keep myself warm. After fighting with myself I decided to slowly make my way out.



Surprisingly it was less dark in here; there was light coming from the open door at the top of the stairs at the end of the hall.



"You know this isn't funny" I quietly said, as I pulled myself to my feet. My hands went to my jeans and dusted them off lightly.

Standing there, I looked around the small hallway I was now in. Nothing looked remotely familiar, and I know if this was some sick joke my friends concocted, I was going to kill them.



The house was eerily silent, and despite me calling out for somebody, nothing happened. There were no creaks in the floor boards above me, signifying that people were upstairs. There wasn't any giggling, letting me know my friends set me up. There was nothing but silence.



Swallowing the growing lump in my throat, I started for the stairs. Slowly at first, as my eyes panned for any movement from the doors that lined the hall. But as the severity of the situation set in, I started running full speed to the door.



I was halfway up the steps when a low whistle echoed from behind me. It was the creepiest whistle that I've ever heard, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.



My body seemed to freeze in place as the whistling got louder. Until, it finally stopped.



"Where do you think you're going?" a deep voice asked, in almost a chuckle.



"I....I...I'm going home" I stuttered managing to take a couple more steps up the stairs.



I froze again when a deep maniacal laugher echoed from the man behind me.



"You aren't going anywhere my dear" he laughed once more, and I took that opportunity to run.



Just as I hit the last step, a hand gripped onto my ankle and pulled me down. I went flying to the ground, hitting my head against the hard wooden floor. My vision went dark for a second but I quickly shook my head trying to recover.



My head was throbbing and my vision was even worse than it was before. I tried to scream out, but nothing besides a raspy yell escaped my lips.



I frantically struggled as the man slowly pulled me down the stairs, back into the basement. My back smashing hard against each step as he dragged me.



I gripped onto the last step desperately, my legs thrashing in the guys grasp. I knew if I didn't fight, it would be over.



He groaned out in frustration at my resistance. So he just pulled on my leg harder. The more he pulled the more I felt my grip on the steps loosening.



Tears were running down my cheeks as I cried out for anyone, for anything to help me. But I knew it was a waste of my energy, no one could hear me, and no one could save me. I'm going to die down here.



Just as I thought I was going to lose my grip on the stairs, he let go of my legs.



"You want to play it this way? Fine by me." he said as I struggled to pull myself up the stairs but I heard him step closer to me. Out of nowhere I watched as a metal bar came down and smashed both of my hands. The distinct crunch of bones ringing threw my body.



I cried out in pain and let go of the stair, looking at my mangled hands that were now bleeding and deformed.



"Let's go sweetie, we have a busy night" I looked at him, tears blurring my vision.



He grabbed both of my legs once again and continued dragging me down the hallway. Even though my hands were killing me, I reached out and dug my nails into the concrete floor as best I could. That proved to be useless, as I frantically clawed the ground my nails broke, leaving bloody claw marks everywhere.



"Somebody help me!" I screamed as I tried like hell to get away.



"You can't be heard, so you might as well save your energy" he laughed, yanking my body into the room I woke up in.



"Fuck you!" I angrily spat.



He let go of my legs, letting them fall to the ground. I carefully turned myself so I could watch him as he wandered over to the corner of the room.



This was my opportunity, if I didn't take it now.... I don't even want to think of what might happen.



Slowly and quietly I started to push myself off the ground. My eyes completely focused on the dark figure of the man, hoping he wouldn't turn around. He was fiddling around over by what looked to be a work bench and seemed to be in his own little world.



Swallowing back the groans of pain I wanted to let escape my lips, I began edging myself back towards the door. The door I could escape out of. Spinning around I quickly took off out the door, running... well more like limping towards the stairs that led out of this nightmare. Hobbling up the steps I grabbed hold of the door knob wincing in pain, but nothing happened. I frantically shook it, praying that it was just stuck and not locked.



My heart was beating out of my chest, because I knew at any moment that guy would figure I was gone and come looking. Finally giving up, I shoved my shoulder into the door, hoping to break it or loosen it in some way.

That's when the whistling started again, it seemed louder than normal. As I heard footsteps I began banging on the door, in a last stitch effort to get out.



"Like I told you my dear, you aren't going anywhere" He chuckled, but this time I slowly turned around to look at him.

I couldn't make out his facial features; they were disguised under what looked like a skeleton face tattoo that was covering his whole face.

"Please, just... just let me go. Please" I pleaded, hoping he might think twice about whatever he was going to do.

"I can't do that my dear; I need to add to my collection. Now either come with me peacefully or I'll make you regret running" he said quietly as he stretched his hand out towards me.

My eyes stared into his lifeless black eyes, contemplating. If he wanted me then he was going to have to come and get me. Making my decision I spat at him, watching his face contort into pure rage.

"Fuck you, now let me go!" I hissed, my words coming out a lot more demanding and confident than I felt.

"You're going to regret that move" his eyes glared at me as he quickly lunged at me.

I tried to sidestep him but the stairs were so narrow, it was impossible and his hands gripped onto my shirt. With one quick pull I went face first into the steps once again, but this time I felt warm liquid running down my face when I turned my head to look at the man.

I was done; my body was running on empty so when he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder I didn't even protest. I watched as my blood began dripping from my face down onto the floor leaving a trail.

"You're such a feisty little thing aren't you? I haven't had someone fight back this hard in awhile, you'll be an excellent addition to our little family" he mocked as he carried me back into the room.

As soon as he walked in, he slammed the door shut, and carried me over to the wall. Setting me down on my feet, he grabbed my wrist and quickly pulled it up. I one quick motion he locked my wrist down with a leather strap.

I watched him through my darkened vision; he was looking me over with a look of amusement. He spun on his heels and made his way back over to the work bench. As he did my eyes looked around the room, that's when I noticed what looked like to be a girl standing in the corner. Her face was pulled up in horror as she looked at the man, but she didn't do anything. She just stood there starring.

"Help..." I softly croaked trying to get her attention. Her eyes slowly gazed into mine, a frown forming on her face.

"Wednesday! Go away, how many times have I told you, I don't want you down here!" the man screamed. "You can't save her, so leave before you piss me off more than you already have."

I watched her as she looked between us before, disappearing into the darkened corner. I couldn't really believe my eyes when she just disappeared, so I assumed maybe I hit my head to hard and I was possibly seeing things.

Shortly after the girl disappeared, the guy began whistling his twisted song again. This time he turned to me and continued to whistle as he stepped closer. His eyes dark, and an amused smiled pulled onto his lips.

"I'm sorry my dear this is just for precautions "he smiled and held up a thick rusty nail.

I no longer held the energy to protest, as he placed the nail up against my wrist, through the small eye loop that exposed my skin. With one slam, he hammered the nail into my wrist. My screams at this point were longer audible, and as he was about to hammer another nail into my wrist my vision went completely dark and I could no longer feel anything.





*****



I jolted up screaming, my head looking around an unfamiliar room. My hands went to my face and I gently wiped the sweat off.

That was the worst nightmare that I have ever had, it all felt so real. The pain and to the anxiety, it all just felt so real.

Looking down I quickly checked my wrists making sure there was no holes in them and that my hands weren't crushed. To my surprise there was absolutely nothing, both my hands and my wrists were fine. But that still didn't explain why I was in a random house.

"Hey?" I jumped hearing a quiet voice. When I turned my head I looked over and saw a girl sitting on the end of the bed looking at me.

"Um... Hi." I quietly said, as I made my way down the bed towards her, hoping she could explain what is going on or at least show me the fucking door. "I think I'll just be going if that's ok with you" I added standing up, looking around the room.

"Wait!" she stood up walking closer to me. "You can't leave"

"What do you mean I can't leave? Of course I can leave, right here's the door." I pointed sarcastically. When she didn't say anything I grabbed the door knob, making my way out into the hall and down the stairs to the front door. The house was defiantly old; it was darkened at dirtied by age. Not to mention the pictures that hung on the walls were the creepiest things I've ever seen.

"Believe me you can't leave ok" I heard the girl's voice call out from behind me.

"Look, if my friends put you up to this they can go fuck themselves ok. I'm going home" I quickly opened the door and stepped out into the morning air. It was cold and snow was falling from the sky.

I slowly made my way out into the lawn; my head turned looking at the girl who was now stood in the doorway watching me. Just as I was about to step onto the sidewalk, I slammed into something hard. Looking up I saw nothing. Shaking my head I tried to get on the sidewalk again, but I couldn't. It was if a piece of glass separated me from freedom.

"What the fuck" I slammed my fists against whatever was in my way, before storming over to the girl.

"I told you, you can't leave" she muttered before I even had a chance to open my mouth.

"Why not?" I spat.

"You are stuck here with us forever...." Her eyes looked into mine as worry crossed her face. "You died in this house that means you're stuck here like the rest of us"

"How can I be dead I'm talking to you aren't I" I rolled my eyes, beginning to think this girl was off her rocker.

"Go see for yourself" she quietly added as she pointed to a couple walking down the street.

Without a second thought I spun and sprinted over to the edge of the sidewalk. I started to yell and wave trying to get their attention, but they did absolutely nothing. They just continued on walking and never even gave me a sign that they heard me.

"Fuck you!!" I screamed one last time, as tears started to fill my eyes. But even my swearing didn't startle or make them look at me.

Dropping to my knees my head started to spin, so last night's events were true. That freak show fucking killed me, he left me here to rot in this fucking house.

"Hey it's ok. We all get this way, once we find out" the girl found her way over, kneeling down to look at me.

"You're Wednesday aren't you? They girl he yelled at last night?" I asked wiping the tears away from my cheeks with the back of my shirt.

"Last night?" she cocked her eyebrow looking at me. "Oh... Honey, that was over two weeks ago. "Her face softened as I shook my head in disbelief.

"I'm stuck here in this shit hole now? Forever?" I just broke down and started to cry, all my emotions escaping me. "Does anyone know I'm...? Does my family know??" I asked looking up at her with tear filled eyes.

She shook her head softly and I breathed out a bigger sigh.

"Are we his collection he was talking about? Just us two? Do you know why he choose me?" I asked trying to pull myself together.

"Honey he chose you cause you were walking down the street, it's nothing more complicated than that. For it just being us two, sadly it isn't. There are a lot of us in there, most of them bad a few good. But all part of his collection." She said as we turned and stared up at the house that was brightly light and actually looked welcoming. A total difference from what the interior looked like.

"So there's not pearly gates for us?" I continued to stare at the house, looking it over carefully.

"This house is evil and that man made sure he ripped those wings from your back so you couldn't get away." Wednesday sighed, as I watched her start towards the door

I stood there for a couple moments my mind on over drive, not knowing if this was a dream or not. I was hoping it was just a dream but deep down inside I knew it was true.

"Welcome to Murder house, Linds. Your nightmare has just begun