A Story in Gothic Style

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This could just be the worst day of my life; I’ve been dreading this day for the past few months. Moving day; it was just five months ago when my family told me the awful news. I just recently finished my sophomore year in high school, became captain of the varsity basketball team and finally got the girl of my dreams, Julie. Only to have it ruined by my parents telling me that we have to move due to my father getting a new job in Astoria, Oregon. The house or ‘cemetery’ as I referred to it is called Mors Thalamum, which ironically means death chamber in Latin; how convenient I would jest my family in hopes they would change their minds. Before we had to get into the car and leave for what I though would be certain doom I walked over to Julie’s house which was right across the street. “Hey Julie” I said for what would feel like the last time, “Hey Ben” she said, I believe she was feeling the exact thing I was. “I came to say goodbye, my family and I are leaving soon.” “Oh” she said simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time.

The car ride lasted for what felt like an eternity, my parents continuously tried to make small talk but it never helped all I could think of was what I lost and couldn’t ever get back. We finally arrived at the gate leading to the house which looked more like an old...

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...like in my dreams, “Bravo.” She said with a sly smirk on her face. “Bravo?
What is that supposed to mean?” I asked bewildered “It means you did as I thought you would.” “What would that be?” I questioned “You killed your parents, oh and by the way I guess I should show you something real quick.” The cloud of dust then reappeared, showing the little girl holding the gun and shooting both of her parents while they slept; and then her shooting herself with a look of satisfaction upon her face. “You're an evil little brat! You made me kill my parents!” I screamed with tears streaming down my face “I didn’t make you do anything, if I remember correctly; you pulled the trigger not I.” In all my days I have never seen a more menacing look on some ones face. I then looked at the gun and put it to my forehead and breathed an apology to my parents before pulling the trigger.

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