Paranormal Lake House (part 1/4)

(This is my first time submitting a story to writing.com, so if there's anything wrong, please, tell me ^^;. all characters are copyrighted by me [name of music and artists are copyrighted to themselves and record companies]. If you wish to use them in a story, contact me at [e-mail] or [e-mail]. reviews are greatly appreciated. This is the first part, where it describes the events of when they got to the lake house in Allabasta forest. Part 2 will be coming up soon.)
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Joyce and Michael were in their house as he laid on the couch. The muscular 6'5" greyfox glanced over to Joyce, who stood at 5'4", J cup size and an attractive body for a coon. They've been together since middle school, seventh grade to be exact, as he smiled and looked at Joyce. "Tell me dear, which dress makes me look sexier," she told him as she showed him two dresses and placed it in front of her body. One of the dresses was a light alexandrite color, with the diamonds along the bottom of the dress as he stared at her. The other was a deep ruby dress, extending towards her ankleand murred softly to himself. "Either of them are perfect dear," he smiled as he looked at her as he vaulted over the couch, shirtless and walked towards her and kissed her softly. She murred softly and smiled. "You're too easy to get turned on," she giggled softly and smiled. "Tell you what Joyce," he told her and smiled. "Since it's summer already, why don't we go to the lake house in Allabasta forest?" he asked her and smiled. She paused for a second and looked at him. 'Well, if it takes time away from society, it's fine by me," she smiled and hugged him gently. "Alright, get packing," he told her and smiled.

After a while, Michael carried both his and her suitcase and placed it on the back of his El Camino, a gift that his dad gave to him when he graduated out of Nipton High. He opened the door for Joyce as she kissed him on the cheek softly and smiled as he blushed deeply and walked to the other side and opened the door for himself. "Alright dear, let our trip to Allabasta forest begin!" he smiled and started the engine as he left their house and drove towards the forest, turning on the radio and raised the volume to the max as the song Cyanide by Metallica started.

After several hours of driving, they finally reached to Allabasta forest. "My god, this place is beautiful," Joyce told him as she awed at the scenery. The cherry blossoms were blooming at this time of the year and the animals of the wilderness, who are feral, not anthromorphic, were frolicking in the woods, showing the peaceful side of mother nature.

As they reached to the lake house, the house was made out of wood and the lake was pure crystal clear, as if man-kind haven't interferred with the peaceful lake. As Michael parked his blood red colored El Camino, he turned off the radio and kissed Joyce gently, though a bit intimate at the same time. He got out of his car and grabbed their suitcases and opened the door for Joyce. "Thanks hun," she murred softly and smiled as she kissed him on the lips gently and walked towards the door of the lake house.

As the door opened, it make a slight squeak sound as it opened. The inside was pure darkness. No electrical light bulbs, nor candles. Just pure sunlight as its source of lighting. Though there was a paper on the floor that was exposed on the sunlight that shined through the window far ahead from where she's at. She slowly walked towards where it was and the floor creaked with its every step that she walked.

As she reached there, she picked up the paper. The paper was drenched with a dark red colored liquid, as if it was blood. Though the writing was clearly visible. What is this? Joyce thought to herself as she stood there, staring at the letter. She can understand what it said in the letter as she read it aloud in her thoughts.

I thought that it was ok to have a honeymoon here in this lake house. Didn't care about legends or haunted stories about this place. My husband, Romero, was those type of people who would believe in these bullshit. Well, now I can under...

Joyce stopped reading from there as she couldn't go on reading it. Michael walked in happily and saw Joyce. "Joyce dear..., is there anything wrong?" he asked her. She remained quiet as the sunlight shined on her red/black fur. "come on dear, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" he asked her again, but she remained silenced in a state of shock. Then, she finally was able to muster up a word out of her lips. "Blood...death...," she told Michael. "Blood? Death? You're kidding right?" he walked towards her as he hugged her gently. "There's nothing wrong with this place dear. The whole Paranormal activity in this house are pure lies," he told her in an optimistictone, hoping that it will calm her down. "Really dear?" she looked at him, hiding the paper secretly before he noticed it. "I'm sure dear," he smiled as he nuzzled her softly. "Even if there was, I wouldn't let anyone take your life away. Not even the devil himself," he smiled as Joyce glanced behind and smiled weakly. "Thanks dear," she told him as she turned around and hugged him tightly.

"Now then dear, let's unpack our stuff," he told her and smiled as he carried her and walked upstairs to where they were going to sleep in.

End part one of four