It all began.

Ding!

" Hello?"

That time of the year.

" Yeah. I'm sure Halloween is gon' be lit."

We never knew what would happen. We were naive. Ignorant.

" Woah. Is this her mansion?"

" It's big like a castle"

" And that's our target. We're pranking them hard"

It was supposed to be harmless. Not leading to anything miserable. It was hollow. Not knowing we'd trample into the devil's territory. An advocate to madness.

" No Lucy. Don't go into that room. It stays that way. I don't have a good feeling about it"

" It gives me the creeps"

The clouds had begun to gather. Rain suddenly pouring. Lightning struck, flashing blindly and thunder clapped. It never occurred to our minds that the devil had a plan. We were just pawns, little pieces for the advocate. Darkness lingered on the inside. The mansion was brutally peach dark. Weary and unsteady.

" I don't think anyone's home"

" Seems"

One wrong decision would create a paranormal catastrophic chain of bloody events.

" Let's explore"

" Let's split. Lucy and Tristan to the North.  Alicia and William to the South. I'll explore the 1st floor."

In the air, across the area, a room. A sad song had begun to ring. It was a tape. Those words dragged the comfort.

√_ Beware of their deaths_√

√_Hades would appear_√

√_The souls of the damned will tear_√

√_These kids, ignorant teens will soon shed tears_√

" That song is sick"

" I'll check the basement"

It all began. One wrong mistake. By five teens. Stupid decisions.

" Hello?"

A shadow hung against the wall. It was scary. On the right, a girl. With perspective, it was a doll.

" I'm lost. Can you help me?" She said

She looked outside. At the heavy storm. I saw the trees move, like broken spirits.

" What do you want?"

She wasn't what she seemed. Closer, it was a doll.

" Alicia?" A yell came.

" William help me"

" Alicia, Al... Ali... Cia. Help"

Running, closer, the basement's door was broken, shattered from its hinges, blood spilled over the floor. Fear.

What was going on?

" I'm looking for my momma. The house is too big" The doll appeared, water dripping from its body.

" Get away from me"

I couldn't scream. I ran. William was dead. His body severed, cut in half. Chest stabbed countless times. The image registered.

The unholy had begun.

" We need to get out"

" The door's locked"

" Where's Tristan?"

" I don't know. He suddenly---" Lucy was holding her breath, shivering u controllably

" What's going on, Alicia?"

The pieces were clear. The girl. Her daughter.

" What in the name of anything are you street kids doing in my house?"

Imelda Staunton. The lady of the house.

" Nonsense. My daughter's been dead for years. You're all disturbing her memory. Get out"

Marcos rushed in from fright, unable to stop, " Help"

It was a mistake. She slipped and fell from the balcony. The next image haunted us. Imelda dead. Blood spilled all over the pool.

" She's coming after us. Her daughter. We killed her mother"

Hours passed, the mansion was locked. No way out. The three of us trembled.

" Lucy?" I called, " We're going to die"

I was getting weak. Her screams echoed the passageways. The walls gory and bloody. She, the doll appeared.

" Please" My lips trembled

" You killed my mother. Now I'll take your souls. Agony will twist your veins and pain will shrink ya spirit"

Tristan was gone. Suicide. He stabbed himself after murdering Lucy.

The greatest sins; Murder and Suicide.

I found the altar. She worshipped Evil.

" We can't stop evil. We can only protect ourselves from it"

I got up. Faith surged my body. I would do this. Never.

" By the power of Calvary I command thee"

She shrieked, screaming and vanished. I got out. To the streets and fell.

The unholy had begun. It wasn't finished. Now she was back. For revenge.

20 years later. My son. In grave danger.

" Andrew?", I cried

It happened. Time slowed down. My heart skipped, broke.

He fell, eyes open, with a bloody head.

It's the doll. Now I saw something familiar.

" Imelda?"

Her neck snapped, hands twisting like some unholy demon. Her voice cold and damned. Reverberating across the area, like voices from the corners of the earth. She was back.