Suspense Story

Liam Wagner should have never entered the house, or as long as we are at it, came back home period. He had been away from his home town for so long; it wasn’t entirely his falling short to note the bizarre coincidences that started this disarray in the first place. After all, the town hadn’t even foreclosed the origin of the series of deaths after practically a century. On the other hand, maybe if he had just stayed put at college and asked his family to come instead, this wouldn’t have happened. All I know for sure is that Mr. Wagner had no manner of suspecting the horror bound to come.

At a glance, it would be on the brink of to impossible for anyone to come close to contemplating that there was something amiss with 1903 Sonant Avenue. It was a humble, innocuous looking townhouse awfully identical to its neighbors with the same white shingle siding and cerulean blue windowpane shutters. The house composition on its own was resilient and uninspired, two things that aided in its concealment. By some miraculous deed, even the front lawn seemed to naturally carry on in an orderly condition deeming it to be acceptable. Although no one had ever essentially seen anyone come in or out of the dwelling, the whole town’s isolated personality was enough to make that fact barely evident. For many years, the address and its disturbances within remained untouched.

The day his life would transfigure evermore, Liam had decided to play baseball. According to him, it was a commendable American sport and was just the hobby he wanted to teach to his younger brother before returning to Chicago University. For a second time, Liam was utterly oblivious to the dire consequence of his choice, because in all honesty who was ever murdered playing a good-natured match of baseball? He and his ten-year-old brother, Will, lobbed the ball around the recreational area for quite a few hours ahead of coming home. Now, both of them were sitting on their oak porch’s stoop dousing in sweat, downing bottles of sparkling water, and watching the nonexistent cars occasionally passing through the street.

“Do you think it’ll rain?” William asked enthusiastically planting his drinking flask to the side and squinting at the overcast of profound, endless gray clouds.

Liam grinned earnestly to himself and settled his water bottle next to Will’s. “If I remember correctly, it just always looks like this all the time and never rains.”

“I hate this place,” William groaned standing up, marching to the sidewalk, and throwing his head back for extra measure. “It’s so unexciting here, and that’s with you. I think I’ll simply drop dead when you’re gone.”

“Whoa, now,” the older Wagner brother chuckled raising his hands teasingly. “I know I’m all great and stuff, but I’m sure you could survive without me.” He paused to wink in an overstated motion prior to becoming more meaningful. “Just play some baseball,