Im a huge alfred hitchcock fan so horror mystery I love.


It all starts with a house.
A Women
A Town.

It was the two year before the 19th centry, a town called Fortsworth was new and young. Everyday the towns people would come to meet in the town hall for meetings, they were all social. The Clairens family was saddly moving to New York because of work. So that ment their house was going up for sale. A beautiful two story house on the corner of butin and rain street. The biggest house in that block, the family was to sell it to a young women name Clara a beautiful, mysterious, dark haired girl. Her appearence to everyone was that she was a rich widow, but to young to be one since she was reaching her middle twenties. Her pure blue eye's gave the ladies in the town the chills, and her rose red lips that smiled elegently at them made them calm. What the towns people didn't know was how was she going to live in a house that was so big by herself. Then at the Last meeting for the Clairens and the first for Clara, the people asked her what would she do with such a big house.
Her eye's grew big and her red lips smirk at the question.
"I always have guests, I'm never alone"
Demetry a young handsom artist smiled at the remark.
"I guess that means parties are going to be about in this quiet town the Miss Clara"
he said once again smiling.
"Oh yes young man, but not loud, you will still hear the wind blow outside"
Ever time she spoke the room went silent, like her voice chilled the warm air.


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Chapter 2

Everyone knew Clara was different, she always walked the streets at 6:00 pm
alone, she would keep her lights on all night. It seemed like she never went to
leep. Demetry thought different of her, he liked how mysterious she was. Every
other Sunday at around 3:00 pm Demetry would have an art show to let the towns people see he's wonderful work. What was shocking was that Clara actually came to see his work.
His eye's went straight to her, she was standing very straight and smiled at one of the pictures. Through the the day she never moved from that painting, it was like she drifted into the picture. Demetry decided to walk up to her.
"I see that you like this certain painting Miss Clara"
"Yes, it reminds me of myself"
Demetry's eye's grew big as he looked at the painting. It was of dark woods at night, with a small cottage alone it the center of it. The moon was out, and the tree's were bent to make it look like the wind was blowing. What did Clara mean by it reminds her of herself. Possibly because it was so dark.
"Could I purchase this from you, I just have to have it"
"I usually sell them t art dealers, but I can tell you love this, so yes"
"Thank you Demetry, could you bring it by my house around 7:00 pm?"
"Yes, Miss Clara"
When I walked up to her house the street lights were on, and darkness surrounded me. As I stepped on each step they creeked loudedly, echoing through the town. I never knew how creepy this house was until now.
The knocked on the door, it swung open so fast I almost fell right through the door.
"Right on time Demerty,please come in"
Her house was full of riches and beauty, the walls were covered with art, the room's were full of light.
"Your house is amazing"
"Thats why I moved here, I just couldn't let anyone else live here"
I noticed as I walked with her around the house, that every painting was just like mine.
"My guest just love to look at the painting's when they are here"
"Well you have wonderful art all over"
"Just set it here and I will find a place for it"
"I havent seen guest come bye yet are you getting ready fr one"
She laughed softly holdingher stomach a little.
"Well every night sonce I have been here I have had guests"
I didnt understand, I haven't seen any cars or people I didnt know come to town.
"Oh I guess I just missed them"
"Yes, sometimes they dont want to be seen"
I really felt like I should go and started for the door. I opened it and waved back to her, she smiled back and headed for another room. Then I heard her talk, but I didn't see a phone in there, was the guest already here?
Then before I could step back in the door shut in my face pushing me to the gound.



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