Bruce was having the time of his life. He always hated being the third wheel whenever he hung out with people. He always hoped that one day some lonely girl at a party would look pass all the other boys and see him for the nice guy he was. Joel said there would be girls at the get together, but there were only three. Two already had boyfriends, and the only single woman ended up running off to bed with that greasy-headed Enrique. Bruce felt used with no payoff once again.
It was going to be another bust in a long line of disappointments, but then she came to him as he was drinking by himself in the kitchen. She looked like one of those flappers from those old-timey gangster movies; she had quite the magnetic personality too. There was heavy bruising around her neck, but that didn’t matter. Bruce was in love. He knew he wanted her to be his, however it could never be unless he made a trade with the house. Give the house blood and she will be his forever. He wanted to so badly, but he didn’t have a weapon. That was until a stocky well-dressed man in a brown overcoat and fedora appeared from the shadows and presented an axe to Bruce. Despite there being a large hole clear through where most of his head should be, Bruce was not scared of the man, but comfortably excited. It felt like he belonged. Like he was finally getting what was owed to him.
He enjoyed seeing the panicked and confused faces of Joel, Hannah, and Tammy, and hearing their screams, as he chased them around, swinging the axe, smashing, and slicing through nearly everything it touched. He almost managed to decapitate one of them, but they moved out of the way so that he hit the large living room window creating a crack. They tried talking him down, they tried fighting back, they tried running away, but there was a force that injected itself into his muscles, making him unstoppable as it strengthened and guided him.
He never hunted in his life, but it felt like he had somehow returned to some long-forgotten roots, looking for big game on a safari or tracking natives during some military operation in some faraway land. He enjoyed the hunt. It took a while, but he found Joel. Joel was desperately crawling on the floor and in bad shape. Wasn’t much of a challenge but it had do. Bruce swung down the axe, each swing sprayed blood on his body and face. He enjoyed the taste. He wanted more. Bruce came across Trejean and Hannah, but he gave them a head start. He didn’t know how, but he knew his way around the manor as if he always lived here. He ran to where he expected to intercept them both and decided to wait for them.
He heard noises come from behind a pair of wooden sliding doors. Could it be Trejean and Hannah somehow? Bruce slid open the doors and saw Enrique, tied up spread-eagle off the floor with his bare back torn to ribbons. Bloodied Klansmen and mutilated cops stopped whipping him and heating up fire pokers, long enough to turn around to look at Bruce. After a moment of hearing Enrique’s pleas for mercy, Bruce nodded in approval and the torturers nodded in approval back. After the exchange, Bruce closed the door.
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Tammy watched through the dirty greenhouse windows, as Bruce decided to leave the area to continue his hunt elsewhere. She felt the danger had passed, but now she needed to find a way out of the manor through the slightly rancid smelling greenhouse. She tried the doors leading to the outside, but they were jammed from years of rust. While looking around for a possible weapon to use to maybe break one of the doors open somehow, she noticed some flies buzzing around, but it didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary. She continued searching. That rancid smell seemed to be getting stronger for some reason. The sound of buzzing started to grow louder. Tammy felt something small bite her, causing her to yelp and slap the bitten area. She swatted at a fly that buzzed near her ear, then she felt another bite, and then another. She abandoned her search and started making her way to get back inside to the rest of the manor, just when the buzzing started becoming a deafening drone. Tammy swatted around like crazy attempting to lessen the amount of biting as she hurried towards the door. At first it seemed to be jammed, but she managed to push herself through and close the door behind her fast.
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She looked back though the door’s window expecting to see a cloud of flies banging against the glass. Tammy did see a cloud of flies, but they were forming a humanoid shape, peering back at her. As she was taken aback by what she saw, the humanoid became formless and began attacking the old dirty greenhouse glass. When cracks started to form, Tammy ran away as fast as she could. She tried running even faster when she heard the shattering of glass, followed by the growing sound of near earsplitting droning. She came to a junction when a dark figure ran at her in the dark. Tammy screamed and immediately rounded the corner to get away from her new pursuer. She heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind to wait. She stopped to turn around and saw her bestie Hannah, illuminated by the moonlight outside. For a split second, Tammy was relieved, until the approaching buzzing reminded her of why she was running. She tried warning Hannah, but it was too late, as the swarm picked Hannah up and pinned her against an adjacent wall. Tammy could somewhat make out Hannah within the cloud of flies. The top half of the humanoid formed, which along with the pain from all the bites, caused Hannah to scream in shock and terror. The humanoid shoved a fly-formed fist down her throat, ceasing the screaming and choking the life out of her. Tammy had no choice but to continue running.
As she ran, she felt eyes watching her from every room she passed. It only made her run harder and faster as she tried outrunning her worst childhood nightmare becoming true. She heard no sound but the beating of her heart going faster than her own feet. She became focused on only trying to catch up to her own heart, she stopped paying attention to exactly where she was heading, then suddenly she crashed into someone.
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Trejean lost consciousness for a few seconds before he woke up on the floor with his forehead bleeding. He gathered himself and looked around to see who slammed into him, and to see where the knife he found to protect himself went. He saw Tammy on the floor struggling to breathe, with the knife sticking out of her chest. Trejean scrambled over to his high school sweetheart, not knowing what to do about the bleeding stab wound, begging her to not die, begging her to forgive his mistake, for all his mistakes. None of it was enough as her life quickly faded away, until she was still; her eyes looking pass all physical barriers to some other place never meant to be viewed by the living. Upon her expiration, Trejean cried and began cradling her close as he continued crying into her shoulder.
Just then, somebody plummeted from the second floor and crumpled headfirst into the foyer floor near Trejean, startling him back to the immediate danger around him. Trejean carefully approached and noticed it was Bruce, who sported the creepiest smile on his twisted face. Trejean remembered the minivan and needed to search Bruce for the keys. He began searching for them on the body but sped up when he heard distorted whispers all around him coming closer. Soon as he found the keys, he looked up and saw ghastly crowds emerging from the darkness around him. He ran for the entrance, but they blocked him from reaching it. Turning around, they were all almost upon him. He screamed for his life as he avoided their grabs and ran into the living room, where more of them were coming for him. He was running out of room to keep avoiding capture as they closed in on him. Trejean then noticed a crack in the large window, so with nowhere else to go, he bolted for the window. Covering his head and neck with his arms, he leapt, and crashed through the glass screaming.