***Faith's POV***

Staring up at the building that I was now to call home, I got a slight unexplainable sense of uneasiness. I probably wouldn't have bought this house myself if I had a choice. Then again I wasn't the one to buy it.

No, the one who bought this major fixer upper of a house was my sister, Annaleese. She insisted I live here while we fix it up together.

"What have I gotten myself into this time?" I asked myself as stared at the house.

Grass and weeds grew tall in the front and no doubt the backyard. Vines grew along the side of side the building. It looked very old and wore down. I haven't even seen the inside yet and I already know this is going to be a lot of work to fix up.

I sigh and take a deep breath as I walk the front steps to the door. I put the key into the lock and a loud click is heard. I open the door and as I do all I hear at the moment is the loud creaking of the opening door.

As I step in the uneasiness, I felt earlier doesn't ease up any. It was very dusty and dirty in this house. A deep clean would most defiantly be needed.

The living room was the first room you walk into when entering the house. The furniture was covered in plastic. The floor was made of some nice hardwood. The other thing that caught your eye was the fireplace.

It was a pretty basic fireplace, but you thought it was beautiful all the same. Ash and dust covered pretty much every surface area. Definitely going to need a deep clean before I use it.

'Our childhood home had a fireplace. I am actually kind of glad I have one a-' My thoughts were cut off by the sudden slamming of the front door.

Jumping beans! I swear I almost had a heart attack at that moment. As I breathe deeply hoping to calm down my nerves, I could have sworn I heard a deep chuckle. I instantly look around and find nothing.

Holy hot fudge sundaes I must be losing it. I wouldn't blame myself it I did lose it. With everything that's been happening I think it actually kind of expected.

'Maybe this was a mistake.'

Shaking off those thoughts I go to look around the house some more. The next room I walked into was the kitchen. Dust, dirt, and grim covered pretty much all the room. Definitely one of the first rooms to clean.

I take a quick peek in the cup boards and found nothing but more dust. Not sure what I expected to find. I check the cabinets beneath the sink. I did find a very old first aid kit and dusty bottle of whiskey. I pick up the whiskey to examine it a bit before placing it back. I don't think that's good anymore. Not that I drink whiskey anyway. The fridge was also empty.

Ok. Kitchen is the first thing to be cleaned. Then I need some groceries.

Just when I was about to go up the stairs, I notice a door near the stairs. I walk toward it. As I stand in front of the door, I feel very nervous and uneasy. Almost like something very bad went on behind this door. I reach for the knob and against my better judgement I try to open the door. Fortunately, it would appear to be locked.

"Oh well. Maybe later." I say as I walk away from the door and head upstairs.

At the top of stairs, I see two doors on the left and one on the right. I try the one on the right first. Locked. I turn my attention and open the first door on the left. This one is actually open and is no doubt the master bedroom.

It was a very nice room. Probably one of the least dusty rooms I have seen so far. The bed was bigger than my old one for sure Plastic covered the mattress. The hardwood bed frame and headboard seem to be in good shape. I am pretty impressed with how good of shape this room is in.

After a little more exploring I think I have seen pretty much everything. Except whatever is behind the locked doors. In the kitchen were two more doors I didn't see at first. One was to a pantry and the other was to a laundry room.

The laundry room looks like it hadn't been used in decades. Seriously the washing machine is super old. It doesn't seem like something you wash clothes in. Looks more like something you make pasta in.

I sigh sadly as I think of all the work that needs to be done. A major fixer upper that I now must fix alone. Tears burn my eyes as think back to the last conversation I had with my sister.

**Flashback**

"Come on Faith. I promise you will love the house. Plus, it will be nice having you live close by again. I miss you, Sis." Anna's begs hoping that I say yes to moving back to Louisiana.

"I know and I miss you Anna, but I just don't know. I mean you know why I moved away in the first place. I don't know if I can face it yet." I say reluctantly as some bad memories flood my mind.

"Faith it's been years. You can't keep ignoring it forever. I know the memories of those times still haunt you. That's okay. I am just trying to help."

I know she is right. I just don't want to admit it, but I probably have to.

"Ok Anna. Ok. You win. I will move back. "

"Don't worry Faith. You won't regret this. I promise. We will fix up the house together and have fun. Before you know it, you will be calling this place home again. I love you, Faith." Anna says with happiness in her voice.

"If you say so. Love you, too Anna." I say with a very slight smile in my voice.

**Flashback end**

A single tear slips out as the memory fades. The last words I ever heard her say pass through my mind with that same happy tone she said it in.

"I miss you, Anna." I say as another tear slips out.

I wake up feeling refreshed after a fair amount of cleaning I did yesterday. Of course, I had to go see Anna's husband Ted and borrow some cleaning supplies. He was happy to help me out. Ted is a good and always treated me as if I was his own sister.

Of course, the first place I cleaned was the master bedroom. It actually didn't take as long as I expected. Then again it was one of the cleaner rooms. I also did clean kitchen and did some grocery shopping before it got dark.

Moving this time wasn't as much as a pain this time because I didn't have much. I had to sell most thing in order to even move down here. I was in a pretty bad place when Anna offered me this house. But enough dwelling on that I still have some major cleaning to do.

Plus, I will need to check out the locked rooms today. Ted told me there is only one key to the house so it should open all the doors in the house. If not, I may have to call a locksmith to open them. Well might as well get the creepy room out of the way first.

I stand in front of the door to the that is on the wall next to the stairs and feel waves of dread and fear wash over me. It's like I can tell something bad happened down there without even opening the door. I stick the key into the lock and turn it. Unfortunately for me it unlocks. And like the oblivious idiot in every horror movie, I open the door and start to descend the stairs.

The stairs creak with every step I take. Soon enough I am at the bottom of the stairs and the sight before me has me frozen in place for a moment from shock.

The basement was spacious, but for a reason I am so not comfortable with. A metal table with leather straps and dried blood on it. Tools of different sorts hung on the walls. They all had some old, dried blood on them. Some were bloodier than others.

A few shelves were down here, but they didn't have much. At least not anymore. Maybe a few dusty old books.

Up against the wall nearest to me was a wooden table. On the table was a black leather book. It had a red A on the front of it, but the strange part was it looked new and untouched. I walk over and pick it up want to get a closer look at it.

The moment I touched it though the foul stench of blood, death, and decay hit me like a ton of bricks. Somehow, I kept my grip on the book. Trying not to gag on the strong scent that suddenly filled the room I placed my hand over my nose and mouth.

Suddenly laughter and tortured screams fill the air around me. I turn my head toward the sounds and the sight before me leaves me frozen in fear.

The sight of different people being strapped down to the table and tortured in many different ways breaks my heart a bit. The man torturing them while laughing filled me with the same sense of dread I felt at the basement door.

Even though it was only about 30 seconds, it felt like hours. After those 30 seconds passed, I ran up the stairs as quick as I can. Threw open the door, then once I was out of there slammed it shut. I locked and had to take a minute to calm my racing heart before I had a heart attack. Deep breaths Faith, deep breaths.

After calming down a minute I look down in my hands and see the book still in my hand. I was a little nervous now to open it after what I had just seen. But curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. There is nothing in it. I flip through the pages and it just blank.

Closing it I sigh in relief. At least it wasn't some kind of murder journal. Maybe that's what he bought it for, but was caught before using it. But then how is it in such great shape? As far as I was told no one has lived here for decades.

From what I heard some folks tried to fix up the place and live here. Only after a day or two they would change their minds and sell it. Was the murder basement why?

Deciding to leave that mystery for another day I walk upstairs and set the book down on my writing desk. I decide to take a minute before continuing with my day. After a minute or two I get up and grab an empty box. I headed downstairs to clear some of the books off the shelves before attempting the attic. Or the door upstairs that might be an attic.

I did manage to clear a fair amount of space from the shelves as most of the book were outdated or stuff I wasn't interested in. I have taken the box of books back up the stairs and set it on the floor as I try to unlock the door.

Sure enough the key unlocked this door as well. I grab the box and head up the stairs. Looks like I was right. It was an attic. I set the box down nearby.

Only there were boxes already up here. Cautiously I open one and see a bunch of old news papers. Woah these were from the 1920's. Cool, but not enough to keep my attention long.

I open another and see another leather book and a photobook. I decide to look at the photo book. In the book was family photos. First was what looked to be a mother, father, and their young son. Then the pictures go just the mother and son that is now older and much taller. Then the last picture was of him and on the was written My Own Estate. This was the same man from the basement I had seen. Only at this moment and in the other picture he doesn't seem like a killer.

Sure, in the first family picture he is wearing a tense smile. But in the rest of them he seems genuinely happy. Just from these pictures you wouldn't be seeing a killer or murderer. You would probably see a normal person.

"Don't you know its rude to go through other people's things Darling?" A voice laced with static asks from behind me.