”Courage is the resistance to fear, the mastery of fear, not absence of fear” -Mark Twain
Kieth Hanlon hadn’t seen his brother for five years. Keith was 23 years old and lived by himself in a small house. Keith’s twin brother, Andrew, who also 23 years old. Their mother passed away from trauma 10 years earlier. Their dad moved away from their house and retired to the countryside. The father gave their old house to both of them to sell. They hadn’t been to this house for 5 years. When they were to go back to the house to renovate they were sad because that was were their little sister went missing.
They met up in a subway near the town which they used to live in. They drove together to the house and stayed their the next on sleeping pads on the floor. The next morning the young men went out the front yard gardening and they saw they old man walk by. The same old man that confronted them in the old abandon house down the street. They walked up to the man and as they did they remembered what he said years back before their sister went missing.
“Why did you say not to bring our sister into the old abandoned house.” Keith asked. The old man answered, “A long time ago that house used to be a bakery. Me and my wife lived their with our daughter. One day the house burned down and our little girl was stuck in the flames and just kept crying, my dolls will protect me! My dolls will protect me! Over and over again as she got melted away by the fire.” He paused, “So your sister went missing, I see” the old man answered. “The only way to bring her back is to go to the house and burn your sisters doll. And then you will be able to bring her back.” The old man said. He then walked away. Andy grabbed his hand gun and the two brothers ran to the Abandoned house and broke down the front door.
They barged in and say the doll on the middle of the kitchen floor laying on its back. “Go start a fire” Keith said to Andy. Andy ran outside to find wooden scraps. Keith slowly approached it and bent down and picked up the doll. He walked outside and tossed it in the fire that Andy made. They watched as the dolls yarn hair shriveled up and the skin turn black and burning stuffing squeezed out of its burning body.
When the doll was finished shriveling up. The two boys saw a flash of light and were at the same spot next to the house but the house was new looking and not all wrecked. They walked in the house and on the floor was a puddle of blood. They slowly crept up the stairs Andy’s handgun pointed forward. Their were splotches of blood on the top of the stairs and in the upstairs hallway. They walked down the hall to the little girl room. They opened the door and what they saw horrified them.
Their were at least ten bloody bodies of little girls sitting up against the wall were they remembered the dolls were. They saw their little sister sitting at the end of the row. Their six year old sister sister had buttons brutally stabbed into her eye sockets and a smile sowed into her face. The rest of the bodies of little girls were like this also. Keith felt a warm breath on the back of his neck.
He turned around and saw a tormenting deep red face with charred black hair and pitch black eye sockets. Andy shot at the creature at least five times with no effect. The brothers ran over the their sisters bloody body and hoisted her up. All of a sudden the house caught on fire and brothers were trapped in this small room with a homicidal creature that started screaming, “your gonna die!” “Your gonna die!”
The brothers ran over to the window and broke it open. They climbed out onto the roof and the burnt girl sprinted over towards them. The girl grappled onto Keith’s leg. “Get’er off me!” He wailed. Andy shot at her red boiling face. The girl released her grip and the boys fell off the roof onto the ground. As they hit the ground the house turned all black and old again and their little sister woke up. “W-what happened” she said. And then she fainted.