200 Years of Death

John Burton, a 95 year old WWII veteran; He has no family and has just been offered five million dollars by a multibillionaire to stay in an old, rundown mansion out in the middle of nowhere, hundreds of miles from any city. The mansion has some dark backgrounds which people feared to get even near, it is over 200 years old and several people have died there often by being killed.

John had packed a suitcase with everything he needed but was informed he’d be supplied with everything with plenty to drink and eat as well as plenty of wood for heating. He would be dropped off with no form of transportation and stuck for a week but excepted the deal being offered five million.

John had just been dropped off at 12:00pm, the mansion appeared to look like it was once nice but had been turned over, like death warmed over, all life was drained, it had become a giant coffin and the next funeral would be his.

DAY/NIGHT 1:

John had just entered the house, it consisted of four stories (excluding basement) which each had two rooms on each floor. He had looked around the whole place all afternoon until it got late in the evening and slept in a room on the first floor only to be awaken by the sound of gunshots and screams but saw no one around and thought it was just a nightmare and fell back to sleep.

DAY/NIGHT 2:

John had waken up and made breakfast and while he saw 2 bloody, dead bodies from the corner of his eye but looked and nothing was there.

It was now getting late, he was having dinner and all of sudden heard music coming from the second floor but when he got up there it stopped and saw a record player with a broken record and it was unplugged. The music sounded like the swing music his parents played when he was a kid. There was a nostalgic feeling he got yet the room had this sense of dread, like something horrible happened decades back.

He spent the night in the room only to be awaken by a horrible nightmare about a boy with a knife in his hand smiling. John woke up at one in the morning in shock and saw a picture of a family with the son was the boy he had a nightmare about, this was the first time he ever saw the picture.

DAY/NIGHT 3:

John had made it to the other room on the second floor which he found Nazi memorabilia as well a uniform. After searching the room he found a box of photos which he recognized the man working with the Nazi’s the killed his friend in the war and fired at him almost killing him.

It was now evening and he had a nightmare/flashback about the horrible images he saw in a concentration camp of prisoners either dead or so weak and suffering that they wished they were dead. He remembered seeing one so starved and weak about 50 pounds almost to weak to scream yelling out for help and he tried to rescue but the Nazis began firing killing his friend and barely missing him so he took off running.

He had woken up terrified from the PTSD he still suffers from occasionally but it’s because of the guilt of not helping the prisoner he still can’t forgive himself for to this day.

DAY/NIGHT 4:

It was now the fourth day, he decided to investigate the backyard which something didn’t seem quite right. He decided to search the basement and found old B&W photos that looked like something from the Old West. It was a picture of a family, a couple with 3 children.

He slept in the basement and had a nightmare of zombies coming out of the ground and trying to get into the basement. What he didn’t know is that the man in the photo murdered his whole family and cannibalized them. He would throw parties there and kidnap people killing them in cold blood then eating them and burying their skeleton in his backyard.

Eventually he was caught after several people went missing and they were last reported heading out there. Cops showed up and found him eating a human leg. When he found out he was under arrest, downed cyanide and dropped dead in his jail cell. 

DAY/NIGHT 5:

It was now morning and he woke up disturbed by his nightmare.

John had decided to go straight for the fifth floor and found a boarded up doors that he broke down with an axe and would regret it. He entered the room and felt a dreadful, demonic presence and could hear the tortured screams of a spirit there. John was being tormented and he noticed some entity following him. He couldn’t close his eyes as it would get closer every time and couldn’t sleep for sure as it might’ve possess or kill him. It got worse and worse until 4:00 AM it suddenly ended.

DAY/NIGHT 6:

He had fallen asleep by 2:00 PM after not sleeping at all the night before and had a dream about what happened. It was 1925 which the owner ran a speakeasy and also practiced in the occult which he sacrificed several humans on the fifth floor. In 1945 a couple with a son moved in, the husband had just came back after The Big One was over.

They decided to celebrate inviting friends which the couple got drunk, their son wandered into the room which the owner in the 1920s sacrificed humans and went back in a trance with a knife in his hand, stabbing his parents to death. One of their friends went to check it out and a voice telling him to “do it” and he had hanged himself. The son was committed and when he was 15 managed to break into the asylum’s pharmacy and killed himself with pills.

 After the horrible events, the room was boarded shut for decades until John reopened it.

Later John went into a new room which brought him to tears as it reminded him of his old hours about fifty years ago. He was once married and had a son that was drafted into ‘nam which he was killed in action. His wife was in such grief, she wasn’t her self anymore and when he was gone at work he came back finding her dead in the living room with a bottle of painkillers he was prescribed for an injury and an empty bottle of vodka.

DAY/NIGHT 7:

John woke up depressed and found a gun but couldn’t find any bullets. He got out some whisky and was drunk by lunchtime. By the early evening, he had fallen asleep but had woken up in his old house which his wife and son were there. He knew it was impossible as they were the ages they were in the early 1970s.

His wife was cooking dinner and his son had just packed his bag for bootcamp which he was watching his favorite show Night Gallery. He went into the kitchen in tears telling his wife how much he loved her and apologized for the times he feels he mistreated her. She thought he was acting a bit odd and then came to talk to his son and apologizing for not being a good father by never being there and always at work while growing up.

This would be the last time John would see his family again which people would tell him was just a dream but he knew better as he didn’t wake up but his house had suddenly became the mansion he was at and it was now the next day at noon.

DAY 8:

His ride showed up and he was given the money in a suitcase, John Burton would be the first to survive that stayed there over night although he’d never be the same.