Newlywed Doom

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A short story I wrote last year. It's about a posessed bear and my first attempt at a horror.

Submitted: April 20, 2007

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Newlyweds. That would define Dave and Lin. They moved in down the street in the white house. Dave and Lin threw the best parties, had the greatest books, and were all around great people. But a month ago, they were found dead. A year into their marriage and they were dead. Everyone was sad at their deaths and the police declared them murdered. Nothing else was found out except that they died beheaded.

But no one has stopped to think about the whole thing. It happened on Halloween, no weapons, no prints, and no possible suspects were found and it all started ten years ago. I'll tell you the story, but there's a good chance you won't believe me. No one ever does in this case, but it's true. Dave and Lin weren't the first ones. I was five when it started. The white house down the street was finally finished being built and the first newlywed family that lived there were the Jordan's. They were newlyweds with a daughter. The little girl came from Mrs. Jordan's previous marriage, but Mr. Jordan didn't care. The girls name was Sally and her favorite stuffed animal was a small teddy bear dressed in a red shirt and blue shorts.

They lived in the newly built house for a year and then on Halloween of that year, they were all murdered. Everything was cleared out of the white house a week later so the house could be sold. After that, things seemed to repeat themselves. Except for the fact that Sally was the only child. Now it's ten years later and I'm fifteen. There were about a total of four newlyweds that died in the white house.

When I tell the police that there's something wrong with the house, they don't believe me. Neither do my friends and family. But it's up to you. But before you make your mind up, let me finish my story.

Last week, I decided to find out the truth behind the white house. After I did a thorough search of the first floor, second floor, and the basement, I decided to go to the attic. It was dusty up there, but empty. I searched around a while and that was when I had found it. In the far back corner was a small teddy bear dressed in a red shirt and blue shorts. "Sally's bear," I told myself. I picked up the bear and looked at it for sometime. But when I had looked up to the corner, I found a miniature axe with blood on it. I put Sally's bear down and picked up the axe. I spent a long time looking at it.

When it started getting late, I put the miniature axe and Sally's bear back in their corner. When I reached the attic stairs, a sudden uneasy feeling came over me. I turned back and looked at Sally's bear. It was still there, but something seemed different. I shook the feeling off, turned back, and headed down the attic stairs. When I reached the bottom, I stumbled back in surprise. At the bottom, some distance form me, was Sally's bear holding the bloody axe.

The bear's eyes were red and there was a look of pure evil on its face. I sat still as the bear approached. It seemed to grow in size with every step. When it was right in front of me, it smiled an evil grin. Terror flashed into my eyes. I thought I was going to be the bear's next victim. Before I had the time to act, the bear spoke in a quiet voice.

"You just couldn't leave it alone, could you Mary Anne? You just had to check into things, didn't you Mary Anne? Why couldn't you have left things the way they were Mary Anne?" the bear said. Silence passed and since I was too afraid to respond, the bear continued, "I've lived in this white house longer than anyone else. I've killed all the newlyweds, I admit it. But there's nothing you can do about it. No one will believe you. No one at all. Tell the world for all I care, but in the end, you're all alone. HAHAHA!"

The bear raised up his bloody axe, laughing all the way. But as he brought it down, I shrieked, "WAIT!" The bear stopped only a few inches from my neck. I let out a small sigh and had asked, "Why did you do it? Why did you kill those newlyweds and Sally?"

The bear had laughed again and drew back his axe. "I didn't kill Sally. I don't know what did, but it wasn't me. She told me she hated her mother's new husband. She also told me how much she wished she could get him to go away."

"What happened?" I asked.

"I found an axe and killed the man. Sally wanted him gone, so I made it possible," the bear replied.

"Is that so?" I asked with a deep breath, "So what's your excuse for killing all the other newlyweds?"

"Sally hated her mother's new marriage and a hatred for newlyweds began." The bear replied raising the axe again.

"Wait!" I cried, "Why are you going to kill me? I'm not a newlywed and no one's going to believe me."

"That's true, but I'm not about to risk it," the bear replied.

"I won't tell anyone, I swear," I said pleadingly. I didn't want to die at the hands of a spirit-possessed bear.

"Fine. If you tell anyone and return to this house, you'll die in an instant," The bear said. After I nodded, the bear's eyes went black and he fell lifelessly to the floor.

Now I just have to stay away from the white house. My advice to those who are newlyweds and are believers of this story, is to stay away from the white house down the street. As to you non-believers, I can only wish you the best and nice knowing you.

Unfortunately, I must continue this story. If I don't, the papers will print that I'm a fraud and that everything happened to an officer named Detective Larry Bushwood. Two days after I encountered the spirit possessed teddy bear, Detective Larry Bushwood visited me. He told me that he wanted to visit the house, but wanted me to be his guide.

"I'm not familiar with the layout of the house. I'd be grateful if you'd be my guide," he told me.

I told him, "No. There is no way I'm going back there. If I do, I'm going to be dead in an instant."

"Please. I just need you to show me around quickly and then you can leave. Nothing else, I promise," he told me.

"You'd risk a life just to get your own life taken from you? You're a wacko Detective. Purely wacko. I've seen the evil there. There's no way you can get me to go back there," I told him. I didn't want to have another meeting with Sally's bear. I've started having nightmares. I wasn't too sure how he knew I had been in the white house down the street, but I was about to find out. Detective Bushwood was about to speak, but I cut in with, "How'd you know I went to the white house down the street?"

"Your parents," was his answer.

"How'd they know? They already think I need help and I haven't told them anything," I had him.

"Evidently, you mutter in your sleep," he replied.

"Figures," I said sourly, "They probably think I need more help."

"I can see why. A great and honest person like yourself doesn't just come up with a story of being threatened by a spirit possessed bear," Detective Brushwood said.

"It's true though. I wouldn't lie," I told him.

"If you help me, I'll help you," he told me.

"Help how?" I asked him.

"I'll make sure the truth is known," he replied. I didn't know what to do. I was faced with letting everyone continue thinking I was crazy, or have a chance to prove my story true. I hesitated, unsure of what to do, but after a few minutes, I finally decided to go. Despite my warning from Sally's bear.

"Fine, but if I die, my parents will probably sue," I told the officer.

"Great. We'll go right now," he had said. I was glad to have that conversation over with. But something about Detective Bushwood made me feel uneasy, uneasy about who he really was.

I'm not going to pretend that I was brave or anything like that. I was scared out of my mind. Anyone in his or her right mind would be. A spirit possessed bear that's ready to kill you with an axe would scare anyone. That is if you believe in a spirit possessed bear and all.

Well, it only took five minutes to arrive at the white house. Not a lot of time to come up with a good excuse to back out.

""How did you get in the last time?" Detective Bushwood asked me.

"The door's unlocked Detective," I answered.

"Imagine that," he said in a light, unworried voice. He then opened the door and entered first. I followed reluctantly. He definitely guessed that I was eager to get out of the white house, so he told me to lead him to the basement stairs.

I was quick to show him. After I had showed Detective Bushwood the basement stairs, things started to get weird. The temperature had dropped, it become darker, and it went deathly silent. It was just like the first time I visited the house.

"He's near," I replied, "The attic stairs are at the other end of the house." I was ready to leave and I didn't hide it.

"Show me," he said with his voice distant and scratchy.

"Please let me go," I begged him.

"No, not yet. Show me to the attic stairs," Detective Bushwood said. He stared at me with piercing eyes and I received chills down my spine. I gave a sigh and gave in.

"Fine, but I'm out of here after words," I told him. My mind felt totally blank. It was like I was programmed to say yes, no matter what.

As I walked down the dark eerie hallway, I had a feeling that detective Bushwood wasn't behind me. I looked back and seen Detective Bushwood. But I stopped in mid stride and turned towards him. His eyes were completely red and his presence didn't seem right. "Are you all right?" I asked, feeling like I all ready knew the answer. When he spoke, I knew I was in trouble.

"You just had to tell, didn't you Mary Anne? You just had to come back, didn't you Mary Anne? Why couldn't you have kept your promise, Mary Anne?" said Detective Bushwood. The voice belonged to Sally's bear, but the body was Detective Bushwood's. "I have possessed this man. I had no choice since you obviously didn't listen to me in my other form. Prepare to die Mary Anne, your life ends here." The now possessed Detective Bushwood took an axe from behind him and held it up, prepared to strike. I didn't know what to do. I frantically looked around for something and noticed that I was not too far from the door.

I looked back, deciding weather to bolt for it or not. I waited and as the possessed bear man struck, I bolted for the door, just in the nick of time. I didn't bother to look back, knowing that the possessed bear man was behind me. I could hear his heavy footsteps and the swinging of the axe behind me. When I reached the door, I felt something brush by me. It was the axe and it went straight into the door. I looked at it with wide eyes. I then turned to look behind me, knowing full well it could mean my death. The possessed bear man was only a few steps away. My hands fumbled for the doorknob as I watched the possessed bear man approached. After a few frantic seconds I found the doorknob. But he was already there. As he took his axe from the door, the door opened, knocking me down. I thought I was done for as I watched the bear man raise his axe over me. I shut my eyes, hoping for my life back. But all of a sudden, I heard a shriek, not from the inside, but from the out. I opened my eyes to no longer see an axe over me. I looked out too see the realtor of the house and a couple on the ground in blood. My first thought was that it must've been newlyweds. My second thought was that I was alive and it was my fault that the possessed bear man was out roaming the streets.

I've told you the whole story. Nothing less and nothing more. You may have thought I was scared before, but I'm more scared now then ever before. Sally's bear, the possessed bear that possessed Detective Bushwood, has escaped the white house down the street. He roams the street now, searching for his next victim. It could be newlyweds or it could be someone who isn't minding their own business.

I know I'm a victim. I admit it. I've told a story that the possessed bear man doesn't want told. It's only a matter of time before my life ends.


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