writing The Old House

[Callisto 1,877]

The old, raggedy house seemed to stare at the town below. It felt like it had been there, looking down at the citizens from atop it's hill, for thousands of years, though it couldn't have been there for there for that long. To many citizens, it was just there. It was a part of Oakwood that no one questioned.

 

Except for one person.

 

Edward Gilligan had been suspicious of the house for years, but multiple trips to it yielded nothing of substance. He planned to go on one final trip, and if he got nothing from it, he would give up on the old brown house.

 

He packed a flashlight, some food and water, in case he stayed for an extended period of time, and a knife. The man set out for the hill. The climb was rather uneventful, as it always was, but he had a good feeling he'd find something this time. Once he reached the hill's top, he opened the house's door, and it creaked slowly. He walked in, and turned his flashlight on.

 

He quickly inspected the foyer before moving on to the first hallway. He went in to what appeared to be a nursery. In the crib, he found a scrap of paper that he somehow failed to notice on his other trips to the manor.

 

It was torn and hard to read, but he managed to make out "Harold was sucessful" on the paper. Sucessful at what? He knew that a person named Harold lived in the house based on other things he'd found, but he didn't know what this meant.

He put the paper in his pocket and moved on.

Edward continued walking down the hallway. While walking, he heard what sounded like a shriek,

"It's all in my head..." he thought, and moved on. He went into the master bedroom, and checked every nook and cranny. Finally, he found a notebook. It had "Goro's Log" scrawled rather poorly on the front.

 

He opened it cautiously, and read the first entry.

"May 5, 1839

My efforts to pose as a human have been rather sucessful. Though I have caused some suspicion, the people seem generally convinced that I am humanoid."

Edward read the next.

"May 11, 1839

I have been accepted as a member of this community. 'Oakwood' it is called. Experiments can begin shortly."

 

Edward quickly closed the notebook, and put it in his bag. That was all he needed.

Still, he pressed on, and came to the end of the hallway. He went down the stairs that awaited him, and headed into the basement.

 

He'd been here before, and found nothing of interest. He looked closer this time, though, and found a red object on the left wall.

He touched it, and immediatley another flight of the stairs, and went down them.

 

What he found mortified him.

Large test tubes with human bodies filled the room. Bizarre diagrams were hung all over the wall. Insane writings littered the floor.

The faces of the bodies appeared to be screaming in terror. Edward was too mortified to scream. He opened the journal, just to see a justification for this.

 

"September 28, 1849

Human bodies obtained. Testing can finally begin after years of delay."

 

"September 30, 1849

Full human DNA data obtained. Humanoids can be sucessfully cloned."

 

"October 5, 1849

I've decided to keep the human test subjects alive for any future use. They will live, albeit in a severely weakened state, until the test tubes are destroyed."

 

He closed the book again, and ran away to open the door and leave.

The door was locked.

 

Edward sighed.

 

Well, at least he had company.

Edited March 10, 2014 by Callisto