Welcome to the little estate just out side of town. No, this is not the type of place with a quaint little yard and nice house at the end of the drive way that happens to have state of the art alien defense systems. Nope. This is the place that you just have to stop near when your car breaks down, you already know the place.
The place is overgrown and evil, it feels evil. Everything tells you that walking down the road in the pitch black of night is better then stopping here, but then again you do see a light on, so it must be ok, right?
The Bloody Blade Estate is a nickname given to it by the kids, their parents, and the parents of those parents. It is the kind of place that has been there and was old when they were kids. It is obvious that there is no one living that remembers who it was built by, and for whom. It is the place of nightmares and terror for any who have ever ventured with in the grounds of the place, few ever dare to go inside, some have never come out. But you, you are not from here so you don't know this.
There are three common links to every story ever told about the place. First, is that you never go there at night. Second, is that the place is something evil, what kind nobody knows or can agree on. Third is that there is always a light on, always. It is the same light from the oldest stories, to the common tales of terror. So you walk up the way and as soon as you cross the boundary, the chill takes hold and becomes almost unstoppable, there is no resisting it, but of course it must be your imagination. Its dark, and there is a creepy house you are about to knock on the door to, what else could it be. You need help and oddly enough your cell phone just died on you.
The place is a three story mansion actually, dark and it seems that this is only the beginning, the back of the house must contain other sites that you would rather not see right now, for you fear that you would find a graveyard with freshly moved earth on plots, or even worse, open grave sites hungry for your living body. Yeah, your mind is wandering now.
The back of the house actually goes on for miles, the back yard is nothing less then overgrown forest that seems to go on forever in the dark. There are paths that no man or child alike will travel down due to terrible stories of people getting lost in the woods and something takes them away. They say you can still hear them screaming if you listen closely. Others say the screaming is what ever lives down there, luring people to their doom to those would be good people just looking to help the ones in trouble.
You walk up the steps, each one seems to be frail and groan under your weight as you walk, but they do not fall in and you remain safe, you knock on the door, once, then again. Nobody answers, nothing happens at all and you wonder, begin to wonder if this was a mistake. The door creaks open softly and invites you in.
You figure if nobody is home you can just sneak in and use the phone. You figure it cant hurt, can it? You creep in and the close the door behind you, the last thing you need is some completely random door slamming action. From the moment you step inside and close the door though, the sense of impending doom comes down on you, hard.
The walls are not torn to shreds, but they are worn down with age. You don't see a phone. But you do see dark rooms and a staircase and..you hear breathing from somewhere too you almost freak out until you realize that it is your own breathing.
You really can't seem to move any further and decide this really is a bad idea. You turn around to leave, but the door is no longer there. It seems you are stuck here. Forced to move forward you come to a dark room, no lightswitch, nothing that you could find. Then you get the sense that somebody is watching, waiting for you to make a mistake. You are tense and trying to keep your cool. You know once you start trying to be calm this is when you will mess up. And you do.
You trip over something laying on the floor, something wet and sticky. You really don't want to think about what it could be, now you must get out and you stumble to your feet and go back the way you came. Somewhere in the back of your senses you hear something following you, something, squishy. Running to where the door used to be you trip, no you do fall but there is something wrapped around your leg and it feels soft, but has a grip of pure iron.
Somebody who lives nearby the Estate somebody who you either missed on the way here, or did not make it far enough to see is awakened by a scream cutting through the night. They contemplate going to see what the matter is, but then they figure somebody stupid enough to go into the house at night, and there is no point in checking out the carnage now. They rollover and go back to sleep trying not think about the horrors just down the road.
And so it continues....
The place is overgrown and evil, it feels evil. Everything tells you that walking down the road in the pitch black of night is better then stopping here, but then again you do see a light on, so it must be ok, right?
The Bloody Blade Estate is a nickname given to it by the kids, their parents, and the parents of those parents. It is the kind of place that has been there and was old when they were kids. It is obvious that there is no one living that remembers who it was built by, and for whom. It is the place of nightmares and terror for any who have ever ventured with in the grounds of the place, few ever dare to go inside, some have never come out. But you, you are not from here so you don't know this.
There are three common links to every story ever told about the place. First, is that you never go there at night. Second, is that the place is something evil, what kind nobody knows or can agree on. Third is that there is always a light on, always. It is the same light from the oldest stories, to the common tales of terror. So you walk up the way and as soon as you cross the boundary, the chill takes hold and becomes almost unstoppable, there is no resisting it, but of course it must be your imagination. Its dark, and there is a creepy house you are about to knock on the door to, what else could it be. You need help and oddly enough your cell phone just died on you.
The place is a three story mansion actually, dark and it seems that this is only the beginning, the back of the house must contain other sites that you would rather not see right now, for you fear that you would find a graveyard with freshly moved earth on plots, or even worse, open grave sites hungry for your living body. Yeah, your mind is wandering now.
The back of the house actually goes on for miles, the back yard is nothing less then overgrown forest that seems to go on forever in the dark. There are paths that no man or child alike will travel down due to terrible stories of people getting lost in the woods and something takes them away. They say you can still hear them screaming if you listen closely. Others say the screaming is what ever lives down there, luring people to their doom to those would be good people just looking to help the ones in trouble.
You walk up the steps, each one seems to be frail and groan under your weight as you walk, but they do not fall in and you remain safe, you knock on the door, once, then again. Nobody answers, nothing happens at all and you wonder, begin to wonder if this was a mistake. The door creaks open softly and invites you in.
You figure if nobody is home you can just sneak in and use the phone. You figure it cant hurt, can it? You creep in and the close the door behind you, the last thing you need is some completely random door slamming action. From the moment you step inside and close the door though, the sense of impending doom comes down on you, hard.
The walls are not torn to shreds, but they are worn down with age. You don't see a phone. But you do see dark rooms and a staircase and..you hear breathing from somewhere too you almost freak out until you realize that it is your own breathing.
You really can't seem to move any further and decide this really is a bad idea. You turn around to leave, but the door is no longer there. It seems you are stuck here. Forced to move forward you come to a dark room, no lightswitch, nothing that you could find. Then you get the sense that somebody is watching, waiting for you to make a mistake. You are tense and trying to keep your cool. You know once you start trying to be calm this is when you will mess up. And you do.
You trip over something laying on the floor, something wet and sticky. You really don't want to think about what it could be, now you must get out and you stumble to your feet and go back the way you came. Somewhere in the back of your senses you hear something following you, something, squishy. Running to where the door used to be you trip, no you do fall but there is something wrapped around your leg and it feels soft, but has a grip of pure iron.
Somebody who lives nearby the Estate somebody who you either missed on the way here, or did not make it far enough to see is awakened by a scream cutting through the night. They contemplate going to see what the matter is, but then they figure somebody stupid enough to go into the house at night, and there is no point in checking out the carnage now. They rollover and go back to sleep trying not think about the horrors just down the road.
And so it continues....