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.The Dark Stranger.

A Story about Love, Mystery and Death. As well as a serial Killer on the loose...

FangirlWhoStans01 · Horror
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CHAPTER ONE - Moving in with a Mysterious box

The Story opens with an Ashy- white two story house and a 'For Sale' sign hammered onto the perfectly green lawn. This house, now owned by Quinn and Declan, is situated on a street called 'Macabre'.

Quinn, a beautiful lady with blue eyes and jet black hair walks out of the house. With a 'Sold' sticker in hand she plasters it onto the sign with a smile.

She walks into the house and sighs. Boxes everywhere as it should be. These labelled boxes had just been dropped off, creating quite a claustrophobic sight. Quinn unpacks a few boxes and sets the belongings in the appropriate places.

Declan, a tall and fairly muscular man with dirty blonde hair hoists an unlabeled, yet rather heavy box up into his arms. He walks down to the basement and locks it away in a cupboard. Not knowing that Quinn had followed him, he turns around and lets out a tiny yelp at her presence.

"What's that?" Quinn giggles causing Declan to narrow his eyes, but smiles anyway.

"It's just a box Grandpa Steve gave to me before he passed." Declan walks up to Quinn and kisses her on the cheek.

"I wonder what's in there. You don't want me to touch it."

"Can't tell you, but I'm sure you'll find out." Declan answers. He stares at the cupboard intensely and shakes his head. "Come on, lets finish up."

"Should we order Take-Out?" Quinn wraps her arms around her partners torso. "It's almost dinner time. We've been busy the entire afternoon."

Declan shrugs. "I'm down if you are. We've got some champagne right?"

Quinn furrows her eyebrows. "Yeah... but you're not a drinker." She giggles.

"We moved into our dreams house together. Calls for a celebration, doesn't it?" Declan winks.

"You're right. Let's go!"

Morning arrives and a quiet atmosphere dawns on inside the house. The only place alive is the kitchen.

Quinn walks around the island in a robe and holds a bowl in her left arm and stirs with the other. While she prepares breakfast and hums a tune that sounds awfully eerie, Declan is still fast asleep on the mattress situated in their 'yet to be finished' bedroom.

The smell of pancakes has travelled into the room. Waking Declan from his slumber. Being half asleep, he drags himself to the kitchen and sneaks up behind Quinn. He purposely frightens her and causes her to burn herself.

"Damn it Declan! You do this all the time." Quinn shouts.

Declan laughs. "I'm sorry sweety. I had to."

Quinn hits Declan with a dish cloth while he heads to the glazed pancakes. "My favorite."

"Help yourself." Quinn points her finger at the pancakes before untying her robe. "Save me some. I'll be taking a bath if you need me."

"Yes Ma'am."

Quinn giggles as she makes her way to the sunlit bathroom and runs the bath water. She adds a proper amount of bubble bath into the tub. Steam takes over her vision as she does so.

The bubbles rises over the edge of the tub as she slides her body into the water and closes her eyes to relax. The bathroom suddenly turns dark, as if the clouds had blocked the sun from shining it's light into the room. This causes Quinn to open her eyes in wonder.

"Sweety!" Declan calls out to her. "The power went out."

As soon as Declan mentioned it, a storm has arrived allowing the sound of the rain to echo thought the entire house. "Did you have a cup of coffee yet?" Quinn asks.

"Not yet. I'll go turn on the generator. Keep yourself warm in the bathroom. I'll be right back."

"Declan wait! You'll get a cold!"

No answer.

"Declan!"

Quinn wraps a towel around herself as she steps out of the tub and exits the bathroom. She carefully tries not to slip as she walks down the dark passage way. A screech startles her body to move and causes her to trip over her own feet. She lays on her stomach and opens her eyes, only to look straight into a hole in the wooden floor.

"Declan?" She whispers.

She sees her boyfriend unlocking the cupboard. He drags the unlabeled box into his arms and sits down in front of it as Quinn watches on.

Declan takes out what happens to be two murder weapons with dried blood all over them. He then takes out two outfits, one for for a female and one for a male. Lastly, Declan reaches into the box to reveal a picture of a couple appearing to be his parents.

"I'm s..sorry Mom and Dad." Declan sobs.

Silence.

"I just lost control."

Quinn shrieks a little too loud for her own good and slaps her hand over her mouth. Hoping that her boyfriend hasn't heard her.

Declan drops the picture back into the box and stands up from the floor. He looks up while walking to the basement door. Quinn tries to get up, but her towel has hooked itself to a nail in the floor that does not want to let her go.

After a little struggle, she walks into the first direction she can think of, but the passage now seems darker than before and awfully too long. Shocked and scared she tries to find her way, but bumps into a figure right in front of her. The passage light flickers on to reveal Declan holding an axe causing her to scream.

Quinn jolts awake to find herself in the hot tub. She lets out a sigh. Relieved that it was just a nightmare, but yet still terrified.