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I fucking knew this would come up sooner or later. I mean, why are most people in therapy? Because shit scares them. Well that and horrific trauma, but they go hand in hand, right? So yeah. Most terrifying moment of my life was Halloween. Funny, isn't it? I mean, it's a night for terror, but none of us expected it to go down like that.
The people I work with, who I would lay down my life for - except Dom. I did it for the job and for Arthur and shit, but not for him. For his kids though, yeah - but most of them I would, and we find ourselves with an invitation to come to this mansion. Now, I guess if I remembered more of those cartoons about the dog from my childhood, I might have realized how crazy it was to take an invite to a place and when you show up find your friends there and you don't turn and beat it right then and there. We didn't and that's totally on us. This place turns out to have a reputation though, and if you know where to look, you can find all kind of things about it. Like the history of the families there, when it was built, who all has lived there. Oh, and one more thing.
That the place is motherfucking haunted up one side and down the bloody other!
A woman and her lover went off the deep, killed a bunch of people then and keep killing people now. Why us? Damned if I know but they pulled us in. Next thing we know we're trapped and the place is out to kill us. I'm not going to put it down into detail. Maybe words don't have that kind of power, but after what we've been through and walked away from?
I'm not putting it down in writing and giving it an opening. I've learned too much in the last couple of years to take that chance. You learn that you have to be careful with what you say and do. You have to work hard to keep those doors closed, and laying it all out here is stupid. For me and for you. So let's just leave it at the fact that my entire life changed that night. I can't risk my life I had, and Arthur and I are always on the go. Not just from the house, but because it still all haunts us.
That's what I mean about opening doors. Rose Red opened up a door in our lives, and we have not found a way to shut it. Not yet.
The people I work with, who I would lay down my life for - except Dom. I did it for the job and for Arthur and shit, but not for him. For his kids though, yeah - but most of them I would, and we find ourselves with an invitation to come to this mansion. Now, I guess if I remembered more of those cartoons about the dog from my childhood, I might have realized how crazy it was to take an invite to a place and when you show up find your friends there and you don't turn and beat it right then and there. We didn't and that's totally on us. This place turns out to have a reputation though, and if you know where to look, you can find all kind of things about it. Like the history of the families there, when it was built, who all has lived there. Oh, and one more thing.
That the place is motherfucking haunted up one side and down the bloody other!
A woman and her lover went off the deep, killed a bunch of people then and keep killing people now. Why us? Damned if I know but they pulled us in. Next thing we know we're trapped and the place is out to kill us. I'm not going to put it down into detail. Maybe words don't have that kind of power, but after what we've been through and walked away from?
I'm not putting it down in writing and giving it an opening. I've learned too much in the last couple of years to take that chance. You learn that you have to be careful with what you say and do. You have to work hard to keep those doors closed, and laying it all out here is stupid. For me and for you. So let's just leave it at the fact that my entire life changed that night. I can't risk my life I had, and Arthur and I are always on the go. Not just from the house, but because it still all haunts us.
That's what I mean about opening doors. Rose Red opened up a door in our lives, and we have not found a way to shut it. Not yet.
