The House

Lilly Cawson was walking home from yet another painful day at school. She was always the different one and she could never concentrate in class. She hummed quietly as she walked slowly down a long twisted country path, she was taking a long way home she had never taken before.
As she turned round a corner an amasing sight caught her eyes. About three hundred feet in front of her was an old large, beautiful house, The walls were made of dark, odd lookig stones with bright ivy creeping in between them around the whole structure of the building.
The door was old and make of strong oak. The building was in the shadow of a huge slope of grass which was the side of a huge valley. Mesmerised by this beautiful house, Lilly started walkig down away from the part towards the house. As she got nearer the house seemed even older than it had done at a distance.
At last she was oly a few feet from the frot dor. She felt a need to find out more about this house. She felt somehow it could chage everything for her, she had o idea how, she just felt somethig watig to pull her closer ad closer to the magificant house.
She drew in a deep breath as she stepped to the door and the placed her hand on the brass knocker in the shape of a snake. She gave three loud raps o the large door which echoed around her. When she heard no answer she twisted a large brass handel and pushed open the door with a long slow creak.
She gasped. The inside was beautiful. There was a polished dark wooden floor and rich cream walls covered in portraits and golden candel holders. Everything was covered in cobwebs but the immense beauty still shined through. She stepped into the house, feeling quite dizzy.
Her footsteps echoed around the hallway, she entered the first room she saw, it was the kitchen. There were large brass pans and cooking utencils everywhere. Like the hall everything was covered in cobwebs. At the back of the room on the floor was a wooden trap door leading down to a celler.
She walked over and cleared away the cobwebs to reveal an old, dusty wooden set of steps. The only light in the kitchen came from the large window so she decided to look for a canlde and some matches to provide some more light. She took a candle from one of the golden candle holders on the wall and found some matches in a draw in the kitchen.
She lit the candle and again walked towards the trap door. This time she steadily placed her foot on one of the steps and made her way slowly down the the foor of the old celler.
She turned around and cried out in horror. In the light of the candle she could quite clearly see an old body slumped on the floor. Suddenly the room melted into a mist. A strange name was whispered in a deep, old voice
"Michael Jacobs"
The mist subsided and the room returned to normal, Lilly found that she was no longer dressed in her grey school uniform but a long red dress with long sleaves that flared out at the ends, in her left hand she still held the candel but in her right hand she clutched a knife.
With confidence she smiled and climbed back up the stairs and back into the kitchen. She strode out of the room, along the corridor and out of the house. She was no longer the shy, unhappy girl that she had been, but a confitent girl, possesed with the spirit of another, seeking their revenge and ready for the kill.
She ran up and out of the valley, up a road and into a small town. She ran to an old looking pub and crashed through the door. She had run for about ten minutes but wasnt even out of breath, She walked up to the startled barman and plunged the knife into his chest. He gasped and fell to the floor, the crimson red blood staining through his white shirt.
Happy that she had finished the buisness, she ran for another ten minutes back to the house. She returned to the cellar and smiled at the body slumped on the floor. The mist returned, thinner this time, so she could still see the room. The body faded away before her eyes, and she knew what to do.
She lay down in the place when the body had just been and plunged the knife into her own heart. She died in silence, her real self was not even aware of what was going on, but one day her time would come. And she would be the one who took revenge, on all those who had ever done her wrong.

Ten years later, an old lady called Harriet Nelson, wrote down a myth once told to her by someone.

"There is a house. It appers to one who is suited to it. The one will enter the house, they will not know why but they will be drawn to the house. They will go to the celler, where they will find the body of who was in their place before them. The one who came to the house will end up carrying the dead one's soul. This dead person wanted revenge. To kill someone. The one who the house appeared to will kill the person ith the same knife that has been used in the same situation for canturies. Once the revenger is taken care of the dead body and soul will dissapear and the one who the house appeard to will take their place and kill themselfs their in the cellar. Waiting for another innocent victim to do their bidding for them."

Far, far away, a young man stood in the mist in the cellar of a beautiful house and the words were whispered.
"Lilly Cawson"