The Legend of Crazy-Face

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
The legend of crazy-face is a strange one. It dates back to the 1800s when a wild woman with a distorted face killed thirty people in a nearby village. People went on to believe it was a freak accident, but only the descendants of Mary-Lou Harrison knew the truth. It's a curse that a witch casted down upon Mary-Lou and her family. Mary-Lou was the only one to ever be cursed, until a late Halloween night when 21-year-old Brie Harrison came home late from a party to a disturbing scene.

Submitted: January 18, 2014

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Brie pulls up to her house around midnight to see three police cars and an ambulance parked outside her house. She gets out and runs to the nearest police officer. "What happened?!? Where are my parents?!?" The police officer tried to calm her down. "Ma’am, do you live here?" Brie rolled her eyes, "Yes! Now where are my-" Brie froze solid when she saw a covered body being carried out of her house. She tries to get by, but the police officer blocks her. She glares at him as she starts to tear up. "Whose body is that?" He stares at her for a while then says, "About 10 o'clock tonight, screams were heard from your house. A neighbor called 911 and we showed up at the scene within 20 minutes. When we walked into your kitchen we saw the body of Jeffrey Harrison on the floor. Sitting in an opposite corner of the kitchen was a Patricia Harrison covered in blood with a knife in her hand. Now, we're taking them to the hospital." Tears fell as she wiped them away, "Are you saying my mother killed my father?!? They've been married for 15 years!" She shook her head in disbelief. "Why is my mother going to the hospital too? Was she injured?" The officer cleared his throat, "Her face... it was distorted when we found her. The neighbor who called said she had a perfectly normal face the last time she was seen." Brie looked confused, "Distorted... I want to see her." Brie walked over to the ambulance as the cop followed.

Brie waited by the ambulance while the cop was inside. When he hoped out he said, "Okay, she's sedated. You can see her now." Brie climbed into the ambulance and shrieked when she sees her mother's face. She covered her mouth and climbed back out the ambulance. She leaned on the side of the vehicle and closed her eyes to process what she just saw. Her mother's face was completely unrecognizable. The cop came around to try and comfort her. She shook of his gesture and straightened herself up. "I'll meet you at the hospital then." Expressionless, she slowly walked to her car and got inside. When she arrived to the hospital she was greeted by her grandparents who had both been crying. She hugged them and they went outside to talk. Brie's grandma wiped the fresh tears off her face and said, "Where's your brother? Wasn't he at the house?" Brie shook her head, "He was there before I left for my party, but that was hours ago. I have no idea where he is." Brie paused before she spoke again, "Did anyone speak to you about what happened?" Grandma rolled her eyes with frustration, "We spoke to a doctor, but he didn't tell us much. Just that my daughter is unconscious and my son-in-law is dead." Brie nodded as they sat down on a bench. "They're saying... she killed him." Her granddad looked up in shock, "My daughter would never commit such a crime like that! She's-" Brie interrupted, "Her face was distorted." Everyone grew quiet as before Brie broke the silence. "Please tell me that her face being distorted is a coincidence. That the story you told me and my brother when we we're younger is not true." She pause and waited for them to speak. They said nothing. Brie looked back and forth between her grandparents. Brie cried out, "Really?!? You’re not going to say anything? Not going to tell me the Mary-Lou curse is real and that my mother has it and that's why she killed my father!" Finally her granddad nodded, "Yes... the legend is true." Brie stood and glared at them. "Can it be passed? The curse, can it be passed to someone else?" Her granddad looked at her, "The one who bares the crazy-face is the one who's cursed."

They started to walk back into the hospital as they had a discussion. "So, it scan be passed, but as long as your face is distorted your still cursed. While you’re cursed you have only one urge... to kill. Is that all?" Her grandparents stopped her before she walked in. "There's one more thing. The more people that are killed, the easier it is for the curse to spread outside of the family." Brie nodded, "Okay, keep it in the family. Got it." They walked back inside and up to her mother's room. When they got off the elevator on the third floor, they heard screams and saw people scrambling. Brie stopped a woman running and asked, "What's going on?!?" The woman frantically said, "A patient, she's stabbed her doctor and is loose somewhere on this floor! I'd advise to go back down the elevator." She pushed past them to the elevator. Brie looked around and then to her grandparents, "I'm going to find my mom." Her grandma nodded, "We'll keep trying to get in touch with your brother. Be careful sweetie." She nodded as they got back into the elevator and she took off down the nearest hallway. The halls were completely empty and looked like a scene straight out of a horror movie. As Brie trembled she called out, "Mom? Mom can you hear me, where are you?" She heard growling in a nearby room and peered inside. The lights were flickering as Brie took in a horrible sight. She fought back the urge to scream when she saw the bodies of 4 police officers, a doctor, and a nurse on the floor. She started to back out of the room until she noticed someone crouched down in a corner. She started to walk in and around the bodies. She moved in on the figure and kneeled down. As the lights flickered she noticed the figure was a woman. She leaned in to touch the woman, "Mom?" The woman turned around and glared at her with a distorted face. Brie jumped back as her mom stood up. "Mom!' Brie yelled right before her mom jumped on top of her.

Brie was in and out of consciousness as she heard voices surround her. She muffled, "Mom?" She felt a hand rest on her forehead as she found it hard to breath through her nose. She heard the faint voices of her grandma, "Brie? You’re going to be okay!" She then heard her mother's voice, "I'm so sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean for this to happen to you!" Brie realized they were in a car and she was laying on her mother's lap. She raised her hand to feel her mother's face. When she felt nothing wrong with it she dropped her hand. She muffled, "What happened? Your face is... normal."  Brie then started to put two and two together. She felt her own face and screamed. "What did you do to me?!?" Her mother started rubbing her hair while talking to her grandma. "Mom! Why is she so calm? She should be going berserk like me, shouldn't she?" At that moment Brie jerked up. Her vision became clearer as she glared at her mom. "You killed dad. You’re a murder!" Her mom tried to reach out to Brie, but she pulled back. I couldn't control anything that was happening to me! I'm so sorry... I miss him so much!" Because of this curse, I'm going to miss out on my future with him." The car suddenly came to a stop and everyone got out. Brie had to have help getting into the house considering her head a lot of extra weight. Her granddad sat her down in the living room as everyone started to talk amongst themselves. Her mom started to pace in a nervous way, "Where's Drew? Are you sure he's okay?" Her granddad nodded, "He's on his way, but he's far from okay. He walked in on you killing your husband Pat! He says he ran out after that because he was scarred, but he knows the legend. The front door slams and Brie's brother runs in. The last thing she remembers is the look on his face before she passes out.

When she awakened she was in a car again. She looked around and noticed the same people her grandparent's car. Brie sighed, "Really? Why are we in the car again, we just got out of the car. What happened-" She suddenly stopped when she noticed her speech was normal again. She felt her face and it too felt normal. She recalled her last memory, her brother's face. She started to tear up when she realized she didn't have the curse anymore, her brother did. She turned to her mother and said, "What happened to Drew? Where's Drew?!?" Her mother shook her head, "He has the curse now. He took off out the door like a lightning bolt. I have no idea why you were so different. Out of the three of us you had no effect. Your face changed but your personality didn't." Brie shook of the urge to cry, "How? How do we stop this? It can't just bounce around from relative to relative killing people!" Granddad, who was driving, spoke up. "Mary-Lou was the only one in our family to ever be cursed before today, and she was killed..." Brie tears resurfaced, "So what? Your saying we have to kill my brother? That's not happening!" Her grandma cleared her throat and massaged her temples, "We won't have to kill him. He knows... how the tale truly ends. Brie you were young, we didn't want you to have nightmares, so we told you a lie about the ending of the story. Mary-Lou didn't die in a fire, she killed herself in hopes that killing herself would stop the curse from passing to her children." Brie wiped at her tears, "So... your saying-" Brie's mom finished her sentence. "He's going to kill himself." Her mom started to cry. Brie shrieked, "No! We have to stop him!" Does anyone even know where he is?!?" Her granddad looked back at her through the rear view mirror, "He couldn't have gone far Brie, we'll find him." Brie laid back in her seat and starred out the window. Her attention went immediately to her mother when she yelled, "There he is! Stop the car!"

The car came to a screeching halt as everyone got out and ran to a nearby park. When they ran up to him they suddenly stopped. Drew was bloody and was standing over the bodies of a man and a woman. Brie took a step toward him with her hands hand up to try to console him. "Drew, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay." He looked at me and started to cry. "I've killed five people... I'm not okay. I'm a killer now, just like mom." Brie gave him a sympathetic look and said, "No. This is not your fault. It's the curses fault. You can fight this, do not give up!" He shook his head and took a few steps back. "I can’t live with it Brie. The fact that I killed five people, I can’t live with that. Their blood is everywhere on me! Mom may be able to live with the fact that she killed dad, but I can't live with this." He pulled a knife from out of his pocket. When Brie noticed the knife her eyes grew big. She uttered, "Drew..." Tears rolled down his eyes as he murmured, "I love you." Brie screamed, "No!" As he slashed his throat and fell to the ground. Brie dropped to her knees and crawled over to where Drew's body lied. She held him as she cried. She looked at his face that had turned normal again and then at her mom. "You might not have been able to control your actions, but you still killed dad. So do everyone a favor and turn yourself in... tonight!" Her mother bawled as she let her face fall into her hands. Her granddad kneeled down beside Brie and put an arm around her. "Brie... we have to go. The police will probably be here any second." Brie nodded as she kissed her brother's forehead. She stood up and her grandpa picked up Drew's body. They all walked back to the car and drove back to her grandparent's house.

Six months later, Brie was awaken by a loud noise downstairs. She went into her hallway and turned on a light. She walked over to her banister and looked down. When she didn't see or hear anything she went back into her room. Before she went back to bed she noticed she had four messages on her answering machine. She pressed play as she got back into bed. The first two messages were from her mom. Her mom is currently in prison for turning herself in. She hasn't reached out to her since they buried her brother in their family cemetery. The third message was from her grandparents. They frequently check in with her since she moved out of the family home and got her own place. The last message was a weird one. There was no one talking... just static noise. She shrugged it off and deleted the messages. She leaned in to turn off her lamp, when she heard another loud noise come from downstairs. She grunted with frustration as she got out of bed again. She bent down and pulled a box from under her bed. She open the box and pulled out a pistol. She loaded it and walked out the bedroom. She cocked it back and looked down the banister. She noticed a light on her kitchen that wasn't on before. She sucked in her breath and walked down the stairs. She peered in and noticed someone sitting at her counter. She slowly walked in with her gun raised high. "Hey! Whoever you are, I have a gun! Leave before I call the cops or worse shoot you." Brie started to hear crying from the stranger. "Brie? I'm scared." Brie lowered her gun a little, "Cousin Jessica? Why are you in my house? How did you get to my house? You live on the other side of the U.S." Jessica spoke again, "I'm scarred..." Brie walked a little closer. "I want... to kill you." She stopped and raised her gun again. "Jessica? Turn around." Jessica turned slowly and Brie's eyes widened. Brie sighed loudly, "I'm sorry this happened to you Jessica. You were a nice girl. It should have ended with Drew. Now... it'll have to end with you." The faint sound of Jessica's gasps were the last to be heard before Brie pulled the trigger.


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