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Although this story takes place in Hilliard, Ohio, it is completely fictional and any similarities between this or any other works is strictly coincidental


 All rights to this literary work is reserved to the author and must not be published elsewhere without due permission.....




                 Prologue:
     When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween…”            -gregory billz




        ON THE BANKS OF THREE-MILE CREEK                           WEST HILLIARD, 1980




              Jefferson Collins wiped the sweat from his forehead as he knelt down under the kitchen sink in the house that he and his crew had just constructed.  The pipes under the sink were leaking, so his team had been called back to fix it and do one final walk-through before the Watkins family moved in the next day. It was said that this would be the Watkins‟ dream home – from the blue prints to the countryside location – the woods and Three Mile Creek in their backyard, cornfields as far as the eye could see - everything was decided on by them personally.  
   
    “Jeff!  Hurry up, we have to get moving out!” one of his crew called to him, his voice echoing from the empty and hollow living room.  Jefferson tightened the pipes with his wrench and looked it over – it all looked good.   Jefferson walked out the front door with his toolbox in one hand, and locked the door with the key in his other.  He walked towards the truck where the three other members of his team stood waiting for him.   A cool wind blew in from the south, quivering the cornfields to the right of the property.  
  "Kill them…" 
    Jefferson stopped in the middle of the front yard and looked towards the cornfield.  He then peered down the side of the house towards the barn in the backyard.  The locked barn sat still in front of a canvas of dead trees and the creek.  
  "Kill them......"
              The autumn breeze carried in the whispering words he‟d been hearing all week on the property.  Jefferson wasn‟t sure if it was just in his head, or if it was something more sinister.        “Maybe I will,” Jefferson said under his breath.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  When he opened his eyes, everything was foggy and distorted.  There was a voice ringing in his ears – a commanding one.       The ill-omened voice had convinced him it was what he needed to do.
   
     With a crash, his toolbox hit the ground and opened up, spilling out all of its rusted contents.      Jefferson clenched his hand into a fist, and released the hidden blade from the box-cutter he threateningly held in his callused grip.     
    " Kill them...",the voice continued  as  Jefferson approached his men, the autumn sun glistening on the blade..........

THE WATKINS RESIDENCE            
                        WEST HILLIARD, 2005     
                               HALLOWEEN                


                Five students stepped out of a white minivan, as did their driver and teacher, Mr. Vincent, and walked up towards the large house on Amity Road.  They walked up the remainder of the gravel driveway, holding their notebooks and pencils.  
           
              One of the students carried a voice recorder and another carried the school-issue video camera.  They were doing a project this Halloween – an interview that Mr. Vincent had been trying to secure since he started teaching at Darby High School four years earlier. It was an interview with Seth and Elizabeth Watkins, the elderly couple who lived in the big house on Amity Road with their caretaker, Valerie.   

          The property on which they lived was the backdrop to a triple homicide the day before they were supposed to move into the house back in October of 1980.   When the police arrived at the property that next morning, Jefferson Collins was still there and confessed to killing his three other crewmembers.  Although a solid motive was never exposed, sources said that Jefferson heard voices on the property – voices telling him to protect the land and kill those men.  He told police that the grounds were home to a witch named Raven who once lived there. Jefferson was arrested and locked up in a maximumsecurity prison two hours north of Columbus, Ohio.  Despite the brutal crimes, Seth and Elizabeth moved in as soon as they could, and had made it their permanent residence.......

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Exactly in that movie I watched......




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Mr. Vincent led his five students to the front door of the Watkins home and knocked gently.  The door opened a moment later and a woman in her mid-thirties answered.  She greeted them with a smile and introduced herself as Valerie Warner. 
      “Good afternoon, Valerie.  My name is Mr. Vincent; you can call me Steven though.
  These are my students from Darby High:  Ava, Mason, John, Melissa and Corey.  
We‟d like to thank you and Mr. and Mrs. Watkins for letting us stop by for an interview.”
 “It‟s no problem, Mr. Vincent,” Valerie said, 
“please, come in.” Valerie let the six of them into the house.  It was a large house – a lot of open room and old antique furniture.  A grand piano sat in the far corner of the living room covered by a white sheet.  The furniture was old, but looked brand new – it was barely used.  An old chandelier hung from the ceiling. “If you all will wait a moment, I‟ll go get Mr. and Mrs. Watkins,” Valerie said as she left the living room, disappearing into the house.   “Any place with a white sheet-covered piano is already creepy in my book,” Mason, a senior, joked.  He got a chuckle out of his classmates.   Ava, another senior with her long blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, walked over to the staircase that led upstairs and put her hand on the rickety old railing. 
 
    She looked upstairs and then stepped back.  “It sure is dark up there.” “Okay everyone, stay together,” Mr. Vincent said.  “Mr. and Mrs. Watkins are finally letting us into their home for the interview, and I don‟t want them to regret their decision by seeing everyone walking around getting into stuff.” The five students gathered around together and waited for the caretaker to bring the hosts into the room. Ava looked to the right, where Valerie had exited the room, and then to the left where there were two large windows covered by black curtains.  She walked over to the curtains and pulled them back to reveal the windows were painted black; you couldn‟t see in or out of them. “Hm,” Ava said, “I wonder why -” “Please don‟t touch anything, young lady,” an older woman spoke.  Everyone‟s attention turned back to the right where Valerie brought Elizabeth Watkins in, in her wheelchair.  “Those curtains are very old and I don‟t want you to rip them.”  “Sorry, ma‟am,” Ava said, re-joining the rest of her classmates in the center of the living room.  Behind Valerie and Elizabeth, Seth Watkins was walked in slowly, trying to balance with his walker.  He was obviously suffering from Parkinson‟s disease with his uncontrollable shaking, but still managed to sneak out a smile to everyone...

        "Mr. and Mrs. Watkins,” Mr. Vincent began, “thank you both for letting us into your lovely home.  We really appreciate your time.”      “Well, you‟ve been asking long enough,” Elizabeth said in her shaky old voice.      Valerie helped Seth sit down on the couch, and wheeled his wife right up next to him.  Seth reached his fragile hand out and rested it on his wife‟s lap.      The students each sat down in whatever seat they could find, and Mr. Vincent took center stage.      “Well, let‟s begin so we can let you two enjoy the rest of your Halloween evening.  I‟m sure you‟re expecting a bunch of trick or treaters tonight,” Mr. Vincent said with a smile.      “We don‟t get a whole lot of that nonsense out here,” Elizabeth said.  She looked up at Valerie who stood next to her.  “You can leave us be, darling.  I‟ll ring the bell if I need you.”      “Certainly,” Valerie said.  She smiled at the guests and then left the room.      Mr. Vincent looked to John, who was holding the voice recorder, and gave him the OK to hit the little red button.  On that mark, Corey, the only freshman in the group, lifted the video camera, aimed it at the old couple, and began rolling.........

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Mr. Vincent continued, “Well, I‟ve been trying to do this interview for almost four years now, because I think it‟s a big part of Hilliard‟s history.  Three people were murdered on your property the day before you were supposed to move in.  Now, there is a lot of mystery that surrounds this crime.”      “Indeed there is,” Elizabeth said.      “First of all, I‟d just like to know in general, why move in after something so horrific happened?”      “It was our dream home.  We put a lot of time and money into getting this home built.  We weren‟t going to just abandon it.”      Mr. Vincent scribbled down in his notepad, as did the students.   “My next question, do you think this was an act of cold-blooded murder?  Or do you believe the spirit of a witch named Raven really could have spoken to Jefferson Collins?”      

     Elizabeth pointed to the wall with the windows that were painted black.  “There‟s nothing supernatural about this property or the cornfields out there.”      Ava noticed which wall she was pointing too.  On the other side of those windows was the cornfield.  Did the Watkins‟ not want to see what was out there?  Or did they not want something to see inside?      Elizabeth continued, “That man, Jefferson Collins, was mentally insane.  He took the box cutter from his toolbox and slit those poor men‟s throats.  There was nothing supernatural about that at all.” The old woman was starting to get visibly frustrated.  Seth just sat on the couch, not saying a word to anyone.  Mr. Vincent, slightly put off, continued anyway: “Over the past few decades, especially the last couple of years, there have been strange occurrences out here on Amity Road and the surrounding country roads.  Strange howls in the night, reports of mysterious fires in the middle of the cornfields - some people tell stories about their pets going missing around here and never turning up again.” “Mr. Vincent,” Elizabeth said, “I‟m not long for this world.  Seth and I are knocking on death‟s door.  The only reason I agreed to do this God forsaken interview was to set the record straight.  There was never a witch named Raven and there is no haunted cornfield.  Seth and I have lived here for twenty-five years, and not once have we been spooked by anything!” The five students set their pencils down and felt nervous by Elizabeth‟s shouting.   “Mrs. Watkins, I apologize for any -” Mr. Vincent began but was then interrupted by Elizabeth picking up the bell that Valerie had sat next to her and frantically ringing it. “What about the black paint on the windows?” Ava called out, silencing the ringing bell.....


       Elizabeth looked directly at Ava, as the room grew silent.  “What did you say, young lady?”      “The cornfield is on that side of the house,” Ava said, pointing behind her.  “The same side that you have the windows blacked out on.  Why are they blacked out, Mrs. Watkins?  Is there something you don‟t want to see out there in the cornfield?  Maybe you saw something that frightened you? Maybe you didn‟t want someone, or something, to be looking inside the house?”      Elizabeth snarled and started ringing the bell again, faster this time.      “Alright,” Mr. Vincent said to his class, “it‟s over.  Turn the camera and recorder off.”        John and Corey shut their equipment off and abruptly, all the lights in the room shut off.  The students all screamed.        “It‟s just a power surge, guys.” Mr. Vincent tried to calm his students.      Elizabeth shed a sinister smile. “Is it?”      The house slowly began to darken into murky shadows, and the students panicked.  Melissa dropped her notebook and ran towards the front door, but by the time she got there, the house had already surrendered to unnatural darkness.       Nobody could see anything.  There was a loud hiss that emerged from the darkness, and then an even louder shriek from Melissa........

       The light bulbs on the chandelier above flickered on and off and everyone saw quick, terrifying glimpses of Melissa‟s bloody body hanging from it.  The flickering lights went out for good and the screaming came to an abrupt end, leaving only echoes lingering in the hauntingly dark house.......

Honourable members of the house, I greet you. Chai! these chair is not comfortable, can I get a couch please....

Let me see if I'll be able to read Halloween horror.

Eeew


This is horrific


So the house is monstrous


This is bad.....


Ride on pls .....

Anytime you mention me, I dont see it bro. WHY? Well thank God I'm here - halloween haunting

jagugu88li:
Honourable members of the house, I greet you. Chai! these chair is not comfortable, can I get a couch please....

Let me see if I'll be able to read Halloween horror.

Honey balance well joor,it's about to get fierce

girlhaley:
Eeew



This is horrific



So the house is monstrous



This is bad.....



Ride on pls .....

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Creeza:
Anytime you mention me, I dont see it bro. WHY? Well thank God I'm here - halloween haunting

Sorry bruh.....was kinda wondering why av not been seeing you......you welcome though

I guess this is one of those stories I have to read during the day .

Melissa gone, five to go.

Elizabeth knows more about this,,my opinion for now. Lets see how it unfolds

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Yep. You called and I'm here.

Luckymay:

Yep. You called and I'm here.

Thanks dearie,the best seat in the house has been reserved for you

I'm starting to feel goose bumps all over. This is kinda scary. Just reminded me of the movie "dark harvest '. Ride on bro.

Hang on luckymay.....

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 Halloween – Present Day       

A mail truck squealed to a puttering stop on Amity Road right outside of the Watkins residence.  The mail carrier, Patrick Snowden, cranked the ignition but the truck just wouldn‟t start.        “Crap,” Patrick said to himself.  He looked over his shoulder and into the back of the truck to look at his load.  He still had over half the route to deliver.  This was the last thing he needed on Halloween.  He grabbed his cell phone and called in the breakdown.      “Hey, Nancy, it‟s Patrick.  I just broke down on Amity Road.  How long until you can get out here to try and jump me?”      Patrick looked out the driver‟s side window and saw the withering cornfield next to the Watkins‟ home.  A gentle breeze blew through and rustled the endless stalks of dead corn.  “Any chance you can make it sooner?” Patrick asked.        “Okay, I‟ll be here.”  Patrick hung up and set his phone down on his lap.  He looked from the cornfield to the house.  A curtain in one of the downstairs windows moved and caught his attention, but he couldn‟t see anyone behind it.....

                   The Hilliard Municipal Park was buzzing.  Halloween fell on a Saturday this year, so Hilliard put on a Harvest Festival in the park.  There were games for the kids, candy give-a-ways, costume parades and face paintings. The pink Crumbz on Wheelz trailer was set up near the entrance of the festival selling pumpkin-spice cupcakes and sugar cookies decorated with black bats and orange pumpkins. A car drove up the main road through the park, a black Sedan.  It passed a small wooded area where the dead trees appeared as ominous skeletal figures - their branches reaching into the gray sky.   Inside the car, Holly Gibson adjusted the radio.  She was in her thirties and thin with short brown hair.  She parked in a mostly empty lot and stepped out of her car. She checked her watch – 9:28am. Her brother was supposed to meet her in just a couple of minutes.  

     Holly heard the crowd from the park and looked over her shoulder.  There were kids in costumes dressed as their favorite horror villains, and their parents were trying to settle them all down.   Holly smiled and let out a small chuckle as one of the kids dressed as Batman punched the Joker.   Something out of the corner of Holly‟s eye caught her attention.  She glanced over to the wooded area and saw something in the thicket.  Six dark figures stood just behind the tree line.  Holly squinted and leaned forward to get a better look, but they must have blended back in with the trees.  Just like that, the six distinguishable figures were gone.      “Holly!” Kevin Gibson shouted right behind her.  She jumped and turned around and gave Kevin a friendly punch on the shoulder.  She laughed.      “You scared me!”      “Eh, it‟s Halloween.  That‟s what you‟re supposed to do,” Kevin said in a very ornery manner.  He was a little older than his sister and noticeably heavier.  He dressed in a large hooded sweatshirt and blue jeans that were slightly too big for him.  Even his belt couldn‟t hold them up completely.      “What were you looking at?” Kevin asked.      “Oh, nothing.  I thought I saw something in the woods, but I guess I was just seeing things.”      “Gotcha.  You ready?”      “Yeah, let‟s go.”      Holly climbed back into her car and Kevin jumped in the passenger seat.  She started the car and they drove back down the road......

Luckymay:

Yep. You called and I'm here.

Present, I'm here. Well done.

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Present, I'm here. Well done.

Thanks for coming dearie,enjoy the ride

Ride on

Donswatter:
Ride on

My bro..Thanks for your encouragement

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A cold October breeze weaved in and out through the headstones in the Wesley Chapel Cemetery on the east side of Hilliard.      Valerie Warner pushed Elizabeth Watkins in her wheelchair down a path in the cemetery and off into the grass.  They stopped at a small headstone - Seth‟s headstone.        Valerie stepped aside and hung her head as Elizabeth started to cry over her husband‟s grave.  Elizabeth was ten years older and showing it, physically and mentally.  Her long straggly gray hair was thinning rapidly and her mind was touch and go, but she still knew to cry for her husband.      In her hand, she held a single red rose.        “Let me know when you‟re done, Ms. Watkins,” Valerie spoke softly.      Elizabeth struggled to lean forward and dropped the rose in front of her husbands‟ fractured headstone.        


   Near the entrance to Wesley Chapel, the black Sedan drove in and parked along the stretch of gravel road.  Holly and Kevin got out and walked side by side up a path off the road and to a well-kept grave.      They both knelt down and put their hands on the headstone.  Holly ran her fingers over the name: Ava Gibson.  A single tear formed in the corner of Holly‟s eye and trickled down her cheek......

"It doesn‟t get any easier, Ava.
  We miss you everyday,” she said.  
       Kevin put a comforting hand on his sister‟s shoulder and blankly stared at Ava‟s name.        Holly looked into her brother‟s eyes.  “It kills me to not understand what happened to her, Kevin.”      Kevin nodded.  He looked past his sister and saw Elizabeth Watkins and Valerie Warner about thirty yards away.  The sad look on his face turned to anger.  “Someone knows what happened to her,” he said.       He stood up and walked fast across the green grass in Elizabeth‟s direction.  Holly stood up and watched him.      “Where are you going?” Holly asked.  She noticed the two women and then ran after Kevin.  “Kevin, no!”      “Hey!  Watkins!” Kevin shouted aggressively as he stormed towards them.      Elizabeth Watkins turned her head slowly and watched Kevin approach.  Valerie stepped in front of her and Kevin stopped.      “We‟re here mourning the ten year anniversary of our baby sisters death – a death she suffered at your house!” Kevin shouted.  “The cops have not been very cooperative in the past with us.  Tell me, Ms. Watkins, how does a young girl hang herself in your home and five others die of heart attacks? Tell me, how is that possible"



         "You need to step away, sir.  Ms. Watkins is paying respect to her deceased husband,” Valerie sternly spoke. “Oh, I‟m so sorry for your loss,” Kevin said sarcastically as Holly joined his side.  “Our sister died in your home and you all walked free!” “There was never any proof of foul play, sir, if that‟s what you‟re getting at,” Valerie said, defending the ones she cared for. “Then what happened?  Everyone just dropped dead from heart attacks – at the same time?  None of that makes any sense! You owe us an explanation!” Valerie stood her ground and Elizabeth put her hand on her caretakers‟ side.  Valerie noticed and stepped aside. “Young man,” Elizabeth began, “I am sorry for the loss of your baby sister, I truly am.  I know what it‟s like to lose someone close to you.  But I haven‟t done anything wrong. This town has looked upon me with accusing eyes and whispering words about murder and witchcraft since the day we moved into our home.  If anyone owes anyone anything, this town owes me an apology.” Kevin stared at the old woman with his mouth open in disbelief.  He couldn‟t believe she just said that.  “You really are a witch…” he said and then turned around and walked away towards Ava‟s grave.  Holly followed him. Elizabeth watched Kevin closely as he left.  Her upper lip trembled with anger.......

Greg..... please come and update


That good for nothing Elizabeth is an old witch

I hope nothing happens to kelvin...


How do u explain.....5 people died onf heart attack at d same minutes....ehn


I fear o

Do d needful here Greg.....

We need more updates here