Another damn day. Well that's what you would say if you were a cool, bruised and beaten galatic bounty hunter, or something like that. But you most definintely arent. Nope, your just an average Joe, or more acurrately an average Jane. Jane Copperfield to be exact. Just an average girl who moved to a big city. Your life is about as cliche as a 90s sitcom. Except for the fact that your family is probably cursed, and evrey member of your family is dying one by one. But hey, forget about that! Today is a somewhat happy day, considering the twenty four seven depressing tone of your life.

Today is the day you get to see your dead grandpa's house. Which seems pretty depressing now that you think about it, but its not. Your grandpa was always somewhat of an enigma, but he sure is neat. A hunter, a solider, an artist, and a caring father. You only ever met him once at the age of 4, but you feel as if you sort of unknowingly follow in his footsteps.

The biggest mystery of your grandfather was his home, the very place he had died of a manufunctioning washer, which now that you think about it is probably the worst way to die after such a long life of honor and glory. Your only remaining parent, your mom, never wanted you to visit the home, she never did tell you why, but today wasthe only day she said you could finally go. Your not sure why today is the only day, but you don't really question it over the excitement.

You did a motivatinal screech, which sounded more like a dying ape than anything, and began to prepare. You wear your aveage clothes, a backpack for collcting your grandpa's suppoused treasures, and your grandpa's dice. Grandpa was quite the gambaler, and you slipped these from his funeral, where they had many of his possesions on display. They were the only thing you had to remember him by.

You ran down the stairs, hopped on your bike, and were off.

It took quite a while to get to your grandpa's place. He always was a man of isolation. The map made it look like he wasn't that far away from people, with a road going out that of a highway into the a small wooded area. However, the map was oh so wrong. Really, you had to go down a bumpy path to a huge forest that lead to a super creepy cornfield straight out of a corny horror movie, which lead to another house forest. You were so frustrated at first you thought of quitting, especially with spooky cornfields lurking over you at all times, but the reward would be grand, you guessed

The last stop before the house itsellf, was another big cornfield, but this time, it had no corn. It looked as if all the corn had been harvested, and no more was growing. Only puny pieces of discolored grass desperately sprouted of the un-inhabitable wasteland of a cornfield, which made the whole mood awful dreary. But sudddenly, at the very top of your view, you saw a bird ontop of something. Logically, the bird could just be flying, but it's wings were not flapping nor was it moving really at all. You approached.

The bird was quick to flip the fuck out. It looked like it was having a stroke pretty much. Though you thought it was cool that your grandpa hunted, you always did rather like aniamals, and approached the bird slowly. Eventually, it concluded its flipping out, and foucoused it's eyes on you. It's eyes were pure blue, and proceeded to become more blue as you stared into them, but it might just be your head. 

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The bird then swooped down, rather majesticly may you add, and passed by your head swiftly. Like when characters almost get shot in movies, but miss it at the last second. And have just a little cut , then they get all pumped and start shooting up the place. Wait, your not a cool movie grisly space bounty hunter. That bird did'nt gently caress your check it ducking anailated your check. Theres huge gaping wounds evreywhere, and there are small cuts but there all over the place. You need some kind of first aid, thankfully the bird was perched upon Pa's place.

You trek towards pa's place, keeping a tight hand over your many wounds. Soon enough, it begins to feel like it burning. You need first aid. All you can think about is stopping the pain. And about how much you hate that stupid bird, but that's beside the point. 

Finally, your there. The house is enormous. Its at least ten of you. But right now, that's beside the point. The only thing in your head is good ol' medication. You reach your non-bloodied hand out to the dooor nob, turning it with panic. The door creaks open slowly, leaving behind it a think cloud of dust that it had produced from not being used for so long. You have a couching fit as you make your way in.

The inside of the house is as big as the outside. It hosted 2 doors to the left, and a hallway to the right. In front of you was a large staircase,drapped by a dark red carpet. You looked over, one of the doors on the left was creeking open. You approched. The house was incredibly dark, which is why you were happy when you kicked down some boxes accidentaly, revealing a lantern that had lied on top. Bending down,you grabbed the lantern, but swiftly learned it was not lit.

All you could do was head towards the creaked open door, the room it was revealing had some light from what you could tell, and you were curious as to how.

Finally, you reached the room, and since both of your hands were full, you kicked open the door. Except you didn't need to at all as the door was already slightly opened and the door slammed so hard into the room's drywall that it smashed a huge whole in the wall. Nice job.

Either way you slowly walk into the room to find, with some relief, its a bathroom, and one with lights too. Right now, only a small lamp was on, but there was a huge lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, which was connected to a switch. You flipped on the creaky switch with a little struggle from how old the damn thing was, and the light slowly became stronger and stronger until the room was bright enough.

You did a swift scan of the large bathroom. It was pretty average, toulet, shower, sink, and there! A medicine cabniet. You pulled your shaky hand forward and opened the cabniet with similar struggle to that action of flipping the lightbulb. The cabniet creaked it's way open, revealing a rather baren cabniet. At first, you were furious and soon to give up, but the cabniet, though barren, had just what you need.

A large pack of band-aids,and yeah just a large pack of band-aids. But you suppouse if all you needed was a makeshift patch, all you really needed was band aids. 

After patching yourself up, you walked out of the bathroom, only to come out with a pounding headache.You gripped your head tight, but it wasn't helping. It felt like a bunch of needles had pierced right through your head. Suddenly, however, a feeling of relief came when throwing your body towards the stairs. You continued, though still bad your head felt better and better as you progressed upwards. Dussenly, at the top, something apperaed that wasn't seemingly there before. Some kind of gate.