Harry's point of view :

Rumors said that my new house, which was built in 1904, holds a strange secret. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years and I still don't believe what others gossip about it. But lately, all the weird things that my sibling and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite, still it creeped me little.

My brother & his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly "Korean rock," alternative music but in Korean, the hole kpop thing that I hear as Ayayo uayauoaya yawaawa like are you guys Wawing or what? His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. Man it's like feeding me to a loud lion that breaks every bond inside you and you still hear the blasted sounds of braking bonds and loud chewing on them . In this case I usually showed up and went to bed. Sometimes they insist on me to attend with them "thier rocky meeting parties" -=-

I'll tell you what occurred last month. They had just finished - I was with them too- a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the fancy kitchen doorway, down the huge hall into the living room and out into the front porch. Everyone was outside sitting in my brother's truck waiting for me and my brother. My brother was walking up the back stairs with me when he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

I turned around and asked him "what's the matter bro". He bite on his lower lip and replied " I left my pancakes in a container sitting on a speaker in the basement". I brushed into laugh and nagged him "you are so independently stupid" he cried "I'm not stupid! I'm the hole smart adult here!" I smirked evilly while he added "I'll go back and get it". He turned around and started to walk. The signs of terror hit him clearly. I joked " you better get back one piece dude". I saw how my words made him silver as his steps got heavier.

Harry's brother point of view :

Now the basement is not clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions made, and the boiler and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after I walked back and located my distinction, I'm about to retrieve my food container, when out of the corner of my eye I saw it.

It is a shadowy figure, right at my peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over me. I had been taught that if I'm in the presence of a spirit or ghost and I've felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. I chose the latter, I basically just told it "hey damn you, I don't have time for this shit".

I started to amble to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as I was walking out. I also comfort myself telling myself it's only an illusion. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door... luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. A deadly cold hand touched my back suddenly sending my body to a high level of tremulous. My eyes wild to a state they have never done before, but at no point I did turn around. I found nothing. Again I turned around this time two cold hands were placed on my back. I ignored the cold touchs that was the only decision I've taken. As I flicked -supremely fast- the last switch the living room went dark, darker than a gloomy night, as did rest of the house. A strong cold breath whispered in my ear with shoddy undesirable voice "the doer will be punished .. ". My heart skipped a beak as I quickly ran away stepping out, pulling on the door close - with all my mightyness, what was left from it - behind me with a loosy hand , still holding my food container in one hand. I jogged down the few porch steps. I ambled towards the front gate...our house resides far from the main street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. I took minute to average my breathing.

As I closed the gap between myself and my friend-laden truck I kind of smiled and thought things over in my head, mad at myself for spooking out when there was no reason.

"see you came back one piece " my brother moked me. I nodded and took a seat inside. My brother start driving. I looked from the window and I saw it again the same shadow figure from the basement. Suddenly the sky started to rain. One of my friends screamed pointing at me" ahh mate your eyes are bleeding!". "I what?" I touched my cheeks and I saw the siricom liquid on my fingers. I started screaming they all joined me! Adrenalin level has risen inside my blood pressure. I'm loosing blood.. Alot. My brother snapped "shut up we are going to the hospital". From nowhere the front glass got broken and the vision was impossible. My brother lost control over the car. It accelerated rapid until in the end it stood right in the middle of a train tracks and the engine went off. The ground started to shake and the train sound was getting slowly louder. One of my friends exclaimed "get out!" they all hit the glass and jumped out and started running. I tried to untied my seat belt but it was useless, it's stocked damn! I watched them as they ran. Oh no! A savage gorilla grabbed one of my friend. He fought and tried to brake free but it was useless. The gorilla grabbed his head and detached it from his body. Blood circulated everywhere. The other one was running and a car hit her, cracking her bonds and squeezing her blood out of her body. I cried as I watched them dying in front of my eyes. I couldn't afford looking at the rest I closed my eyes and cried. My brother was still with me he yelled "get your ass out! I'm not going without you" I gave him a big smile and muttered " Y-you go and S-surV-vive I'm a deny no-Ow I lO-ove you goodbye" I bushed him out from the car where was safe.

"Change your life today don't gamble on the future, act on don't delay"

That phrase kept repeating itself till I breathed the last breath. I shut my eyes tight regretting everything. I wish I've noticed that before it's too late... I gave my brother one last smile -while he was screaming and crying- before the train collision with the car. Large pieces of glass and metal punctuated my face, my mouth, my chest. I still have not eaten my pancakes, mindokseeh na ( Mindokseeh na in Japanese which means what a pain).

My soul finally left my lifeless body to lie there, between what was left from the smash truck, in peace..

Even police men and detectives couldn't explain what was behind their death... Can you solve it?

See you in the next case
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