InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Haunted ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I in no way, shape, or form, own Inuyasha. Nor do I own Stephen Kings words. This story is based off of Rose Red and I use some of his words, but do not, in any way, claim them as mine. Although, I have added some extra words into his. And I only used his words in the first two paragraphs; the rest is fully mine and I do not wish for anyone to use them or take them.

 

Warning: This story is dark and contains nasty descriptions. If you don't like that, then don't read this. Also, if you are looking for a story that will be updated often than this is not the story for you.

 

 

“ And those who are of darkness

Shall be purged of evil and thus

Their spirits saved ”

 

~ Me

 

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Houses are alive.

 

This is something we know to be true. News from our nerve endings. If we're quiet… If we listen… we can hear houses breathe; a quiet sound, like the wind through the trees. We can hear houses whisper; a soft sound, eerie, like a flickering flame. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, we hear them groan. It's as if they're having bad dreams. Or it's as if they are sick. Sick with us. We live in them; we destroy them. Why would they want us inside of themselves?

 

A good house cradles and comforts. Keeps us cool in the summer, and warm in the bitter winter. A bad house feels us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth, our humanness. That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean when we use the word “haunted”.

 

 

 

 

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I have lived here for many, many years. Although I am alone, I am not alone. I eat by myself, however I eat with someone else. I talk with myself, while talking to someone else. Someone not seen. Someone I see all of the time. You cannot comprehend this, so do not try to. I love him. And he me. He groans in the night, although I do not hear it. I know he is there. Watching me. He watches. And he is always here; he's gone all of the time. Always watching. I'm watching you. I see you. I'm going to get you. Do not hide. I'm watching. Always watching. There you are. I see you. I love you Kagome. I'm going to kill you. We are never together, yet we never part. I can't see him; I always loved looking at him. He has lovely eyes, while he has none at all. His lips are so soft; I cannot feel his lips. I see his hands, rough and calloused, but he has no hands. I hate him. Oh but how I love him so much.

 

 

He gave me life, and took it away from me at the same time. Good and bad. Light and Darkness.

 

Sorrow in joy.

 

Life in death.

 

Thorns on a rose.

 

You cannot escape pain and torment any more than you can give up joy and beauty.

 

 

 

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I remember when I first came to the house. I had been told it was haunted, but did not believe. I have to see to believe. Although, being a miko you would think that I would believe in living houses and ghosts huh? But I do --did— not.

 

 

The Mayfair Manor, was… beautiful, in an old, decayed way. The old house has columns in front of it, although, the gray paint - which had once been white in it's lifetime- was peeling, giving them a crackled look. Greek—it was supposed to look Greek, if I remember correctly. Or maybe it was Roman. All I know is that the gargoyles scared the hell out of me. They watched me; all my movements. Two hugs oaks guarded the front gate, while weeping willows scoped out the back of the house. Vines kept the side of house in check, helping to keep intruders out of the windows wince they covered. The cast-iron gate in the front had a rose-and-heart design to it. Above my head, the sun had shone down in thin dusty shafts through the many gnarled and tangled tree branches.

 

 

The fountain sprayed little spurts of water in wrong directions creating a watery fog that hung around the place, leaving a musky, wet smell. The fountain itself was magical looking… in a scary way. It was a statue of the houses old owner, who had mysteriously disappeared. Kikyo Mayfair. It was she in her old priestess robes, holding her bow in one hand next to her hip, while the arrow was being held up to where it pointed towards the house. Her head looked directly at the people who had just walked in the gate, her face downward slightly. If I knew that it wasn't just my imagination, I would have sworn that her stone eyes held a warning. Down by her feet, which were spread apart about shoulder width, were many of her favorite flowers, etched out in stone with fine details. In the middle of each flower, water spurted up and out.

 

 

As I walked around back I noticed how things were much more… sad. Gnarled trees hung down low, while the pond was covered with dead leaves and bugs. Moss grew on the rocks around it, and as I looked down into the black depths, I saw a face. No really, I swear I did. A very handsome face. The face of the man who had supposedly killed himself out of spite to his beloved wife, Kikyo. Inuyasha Mayfair had wrapped vines around his neck and jumped into the water. In the process, the vines had gotten tangled on a tree branch and the stone statue next to the waters edge, making it impossible for him to come back up even if he wished to.

 

 

I reached my hand down into the water (it was I stupid mistake I wish I had never made) towards the face, and I felt… hair? I tried to move my hand, but the slimy thing stuck to my fingers, so I dragged my hand out, and I screamed. It was hair; and it was connected to Inuyasha's decaying body. With a jerk of my hand I tried to stand and run, but the body just followed me. Whilst screaming, I took enough time to untangle the ebony hair from around my fingers, and try to turn and run, slipping once or twice on the damp waters edge.

 

 

My heart pounded, as I grunted with exertion, struggling to get through the tangled vines. I ran around and around, only to wind up back at the pound. His dead body lay half in, half out of the murky water. His eyes were stretched wide with alarm, his mouth open in a silent scream no one could hear. It looked as if one of his arms was reaching out for me, trying to drag me under with him. Tears flung from my eyes as I shook my head rapidly and ran blindly towards the house. I got lost many times, whipping my head this way and that way, my hair flying around me. Black hair… much like Inuyashas.

 

 

I pressed a fist into my mouth, trying to muffle a scream. I felt sick. My stomach lurched as the smell rotten leaves and dead moss assaulted my nose. My body heaved and jerked as vile liquid spewed from my mouth. The smells of the waste making me vomit all over again. My eyes still leaked tears as I coughed up the last bits of puke. By now, my hand was covered with what had come out of my stomach, which now hurt from all of the heaving. My throat was dry and scratchy feeling, burning from the stomach acid that had come up from my belly.

 

Shadows now moved and danced around me; it was as if they were alive. The sunset cast a red-ish glow on everything, making the trees look like they were on fire. I started running again, looking for the gate, the house, anything to get me away from the outdoors, which I usually loved. A large shadow loomed above me and I heard the tinkling of the fountain. I raced to the front doors of the house, searched frantically for the houses keys in my purse, in my pursuit I cut my finger of an old earring. Blood leaked from the tiny pinpoint on my finger as I scrambled to unlock the door. With a heave, I flung he door open and disappeared inside, slamming the door shut.

 

 

 

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Please let me know of any spelling or grammar mistakes and I shall try to fix them. Oh and I am very sorry about the short length. They will get longer as they go. Promise.

 

Please review. It's my first time with horror, and I must say it is very fun to write.

 

 

~Angel Of light and Darkness - ff.net

 

 

 

~Azure Snowflakes - mm.org