“All right, we’re finally here,” said the man in his mid-forties. He had a buzz cut and a thin beard, as if he had just shaven. He was wearing aviator glasses, with a denim vest and matching jeans. He is carrying power tools.
“You sure?” A younger man walked out of the small truck. He also had a buzz cut, but was clean shaven. He wore overalls and jeans. He is also carrying power tools.
“Give your dad a break, Jack,” you say, leaving your car. You’re wearing shorts, and a leather jacket. You are carrying paint buckets.
The three of you had been hired by a private company to fix the dilapidated house upon the hill. The so called “bimbo house”. It promised them a hefty sum of money.
“Hey Henry, that’s just a made up legend,” you say to the older man. “Right,” Henry says, his anxiousness dwindling.
The three of you walk into the old house, and set your tools down. Not seeing the pink glow that overtakes the door knob. You are all startled by the door slamming seemingly by itself.
A pink mist lurks in the shadows of the house.
“Jack, since it’s your first time working with your father, you should pick what you want to fix first,” said Henry.
Jack looked at the layout of the house. “I’ll do the kitchen.” “Great, then I’ll do the Attic,” Henry said, grabbing his tools and walking up the old stairs. “I got the bedroom,” you yell to the Henry and Jack. You grab your paint and walk upstairs.
The pink mist watched as it’s new victims walked around the house. As soon as you all started, the mist moved towards...