Ascendance of the Reaper King’s Son

Invitation to a Haunted House

”Landon! Hey, what are you doing this afternoon? ”

His best friend shouted happily through the lonesome rainy streets. It was six p.m., on a Sunday night. He hadn gotten much sleep last night, and that didn help his mood at all. His head was throbbing, and he just wanted to go home, but his friend was there, insisting he come with him.

”Nowhere just home, why? ” Landon answered.

”I was think wanna go to a haunted house? ”

”Hmm…does this town even have such a thing? ” He replied.

”Well if you come with me! ”

”Ugh! Fine! ” Landon shouted.

He could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket where he had put it earlier in the day, but Landon couldn bring himself to pull out his phone. Instead, he walked alongside his best friend down the street , not really caring if they were going somewhere or not.

Landon felt awful. His head ached like hell, his chest felt tight, his legs hurt like **, and the only thing he needed right now was some peace.

”So you wouldn believe this place! ” His friend explained.

”Cut it out Knox! ” Landon argued.

”Oooh! Are you scared? ” Knox argued.

”No…you are being a kid! ”

”Pfftt whatever! ”

The rain came down harder and heavier as he and his friend continued down the sidewalk, and he wished that it would stop already. The only thing that he wanted right now is to be alone so that he could lie down and close his eyes for a bit…maybe get some rest. He was tired, very very tired…and all he wanted to do was sleep. But his mind wouldn allow him to relax enough, no matter how hard he tried.

”Here it is! ” Knox shouted.

They both stopped in front of a house covered in vines and flowers. It looked old, like a building that had been there for decades. And yet, something about it seemed…familiar? He couldn quite place his finger on it, though. Maybe the house itself gave off an ancient vibe….or maybe there was just a sense of familiarity about the building itself that he couldn shake.

It wasn until his friend began ringing the doorbell did Landon snap out of his thoughts. The door swung open. A woman stood on the other side, looking shocked to see them standing there. Her blonde hair was up, she wore jeans and a shirt.

”Who are you? ” Landon asked.

”Who are you talking to? I see no one. ” Knox responded.

She faded out of Landons view to find a large photo framed on the wall of the same person. He turned his head to look at Knox, who was leaning against the doorway waiting for him to respond again, and he saw the resemblance immediately.

The place had been ransacked and destroyed having to tip toe over broken furniture and smashed glass.

”I don even think ghosts could live here. ” Landon said with a slight chuckle. He turned back around, seeing Knox still leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest.

”You have got to be kidding me. There was nothing here when I visited last time. ” Knox scoffed, turning away from the door.

Landon shook his head lightly confused the longer they explored the abandoned house.

”What did you say? ” He asked.

”Are you okay, Knox? ” Landon took another step towards his friend.

”Of course, we can leave, dumbass. Lets go. ” Knox replied walking past his best friend, and up the the stairs.

With a sigh, Landon followed his best friend into the dark room. As the darkness surrounded them, he felt his heart race faster than ever. He reached for Knoxs hand as the other boy moved ahead in the blackness.

Landon felt a chill run up his spine as the darkness seemed to grow thicker around him. He stumbled forward and bumped into his best friends shoulder. The two boys stood in silence before the other finally spoke.

”Why are you being weird? ” Knox whispered.

Landon felt something tugging him further into the room. A small light on the table glimmered before fading back into darkness, leaving him standing in the middle of the room. As the darkness grew, Landon realized that he was being pushed further into the unknown.

Feeling around his hand he could feel a faded leather-bound book. As he pulled it free, a sudden feeling of fear washed over him.

”Hey! What are you doing?! ” Knox cried.

Turning around Landon could feel someone behind him, somethings hands gripping onto his shoulders. Landon froze before slowly turning around. Knoxs face came into view; his features frozen and twisted hearing Knox screaming to notice his arm now a stump dripping with blood before collasping.

His arm on the ground below him. The stump was growing out, its skin and muscles now gone bubbling crimson liquid reacting to the man in the room.

Landon let out a scream, pushing himself away from his friends. The world spun around him, and suddenly everything went quiet. Everything else seemed blurry. All he could hear was his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

A soft voice spoke to him, and Landon tried to turn to where the voice was coming from. A figure came into his view, and Landon was able to make out the words ”Don be afraid…I won hurt you. ” But he couldn move.

”That book was meant for you… ” The figure spoke once again.

Landon felt the weight of whatever it was that held him in place lift.

”It belongs to you now. ”

Slowly he opened his eyes; and found himself staring straight into his own reflection in a small bedroom mirror. The image was distorted, almost like a movie screen.

”Come along, child. We must go. ”

”B-But Knox!? ” Landon cried pathetically.

Knoxs laid unconscious on the ground in a puddle of blood. His body was limp and nearly lifeless, barely moving anymore.

”We must return to our home. ”

”What the ** is wrong with you?! ” Landon yelled.

Landons stomach dropped as he watched his friends form. He couldn understand why Knox was attacked.

”Come with me now. It isn safe here… ” The same voice from before spoke quietly behind him.

”My friend…he needs my help… ” Landon pleaded

”Do you not recognize me, child? ” It repeated, now a little louder.

The man very tall and pale dressed in grey rags holding a slender scythe between his fingers . With each word that passed his lips, Landon felt more terrified.

The man stepped closer to the sink as he wiped away some water droplets from it with his white gloves. He tilted his head to the left and smiled brightly.

”I am Dearil. ”

Landon s body tensed as soon as he heard those dreaded three words. This man had to be the worst nightmare ever. He was a ghost, but not just any ghost, this man had done horrible things to many people he thought. And

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