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3 Steele / Flawed
October, 1998
If you are reading this, the first question you may ask yourself is
“Why is this written on various sheets of colored construction paper?” I
apologize, but it was the only thing I had available. Fortunately it has
always been a habit of mine to carry about my person an ink pen of some
sort, or you may have found this note scribbled in crayon.
At the moment I am barricaded inside my niece’s bedroom while my
eldest brother prowls the outside corridor like a modern day “Cain,” ready to
strike me down. I do not know how many of my other family members are
still alive. It really doesn’t matter, I suppose. None of us are fit to return to
the outer world now.
I leave this as a warning to others who may take up residence in this
house, for I do believe in was the house that drove us to this state. Perhaps
someone will find this letter early enough and see the signs. I can only hope
that they will not only remove themselves and their loved ones from this
infernal structure, but burn it down as they flee.
eldest brother Bryce fetched Jonathan and took him back to his home for that
weekend.
I had lunch with my other brother Neil a few days later and he
confided in me that he had tried to ring up our parents multiple times. Each
time he had been met with either scorn by my mother or by indifference by
my father. He was concerned, as he knew Jonathan was. I have to admit, it
was my own idea that we sons should all make a trek out to see them the
following weekend. I did not expect Bryce to bring his wife and daughter,
nor Neil to bring his fiancée. It was I who damned my entire family...
We all met at Bryce’s and drove out in two cars. Our parents lived
only about forty-five minutes away from West Essex, near Constantine
Lake. I was delighted at first to spend time with my beautiful niece, Emily.
At five years old, she was as precocious as any of the Gastlin boys had been
at her age. I had often teased my older brother that he was being rewarded
for years of tormenting our poor parents with such a wonderfully
mischievous child. He rarely argued. Bryce’s wife Amanda and I were
friendly enough, but I felt that she had often made things overly difficult for
him. Their relationship had been rocky and most of the siblings had been
quietly surprised the marriage had lasted this long.
Neil and his fiancée Rachel came in their car with Jonathan. Unlike
Amanda, I considered Rachel like a sister. She and Neil had been together
since early in their college careers and both had taken positions as
Undergrad faculty at Franklin State University. Sadly, Jonathan had had a
brief affair with Rachel’s little sister that ended badly, leaving a gap between
the two.
Slightly less than an hour later we pulled through the small gates that
lead up to my parent’s new home. I couldn’t believe the size and
magnificence of the home they had managed to purchase for so small a
figure. A three story building, it jutted out with two immense wings from a
rounded center structure. This was not a summer cottage, this was a
mansion. It appeared my father had achieved little in the way of repairs so
far, but that did not dissuade my marvel at the home.
The cars pulled around the drive way and came to a stop directly
before the front porch. Wrought iron pillars held up a solid balcony to the
second floor, vines of an unnamed kind wrapped all throughout the flaking
black metal. Patches of moss grew up haphazardly all along the first floor
exterior wall of the graying brick and one of the white wooden shutters hung
loosely from its post.
As we all climbed out of our vehicles, still in awe, the double front
doors slammed opened and my mother stormed out. She was dressed in blue
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slacks and a flower print blouse, both hung somewhat awkwardly on her
frame. In was obvious she had lost a good deal of weight in the last month
and her hair had been pulled back severely in a tight bun. She tilted her head
back and looked down at all of us. We were quite stunned for the moment,
but just as Jonathan was about to say something, she spun on her heels and
returned inside, leaving the front door open.
Looking at one another with many a raised eyebrow, we gathered our
minor things and headed inside. The foyer was gigantic, with stair leading
off on both sides and wide duel corridors in front of us. The effect was
somewhat dampened by the boxes of my parent’s thing still cluttering up the
room, however. Why, after all this time, they still hadn’t got to unpacking
everything weighed heavily on me as Jonathan called out into the house.
My mother appeared out of one of the corridors and promptly
admonished Jonathan in a loud voice that there would be no screaming
within her house. As Neil began to come to his little brother’s defense she
shot a finger up and told him, in a voice dripping with venom, that her rules
still applied no matter what the roof, no matter what our age.
Needless to say, we were shocked. My mother had been a bit
overbearing in our early days, before she had grown at ease with her age and
started taking medication for various aches and pains. Regardless, we had
never seen her act like this. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bryce,
the most argumentative of the four boys, getting ready to lash out verbally at
her. Stepping forward, I asked as politely as I could to the whereabouts of
our father. Our mother sneered and flipped her hand dismissively towards
the left corridor as she stomped to the stairs.
Glancing at Bryce, he nodded in agreement and we all proceeded
down the hall to find him.
The corridor itself has beautiful natural wood paneling, and I knew
that Bryce was itching to examine it. His time as a contract woodworker
may not have brought him in riches, but it made him happy. He was lagging
behind as the rest of us moved into a library. The dismay we had felt upon
seeing our mother did not prepare us for our father.
When we had last seen him, he had been a strong and fit man of sixty-
six. He now appeared feeble and withered, what little hair he had left had
turned white. Sitting back in a beaten up out recliner with a blanket over his
legs, he smiled at us. Rachel couldn't hold back a sob and Amanda clutched
for Bryce. Poor Emily didn’t even recognize her grandfather. Jonathan and
I scrambled to his side, asking about him. He had a far away look in his
eyes, but managed to concentrate enough to look at me and say “Aaron,”
while patting Jonathan's hand tenderly. He said he was very tired and
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needed to rest. We backed slowly out of the library and returned to the wide
hallway.
There we discussed what we had witnessed so far. At the time, we
assumed that our father had taken ill and the stress of this had broken our
mother. Why they had neglected to inform us, we couldn’t deduce. No
longer young children, we felt we had the right to know if our father was
sick or dying. Bryce suggested confronting our mother, but Rachel pointed
out that in her state, she might forbid us to see him again and force us to
leave. How were we to aid him then? We all agreed to stay the weekend as
planned, taking in as much information as possible, then regroup as a family
come Sunday evening at Bryce and Amanda’s home to figure out our next
move.
That, of course, never happened...
That Friday evening progressed normally enough, I suppose. My
mother wandered the house, rarely speaking to us unless to snap a judgment
or speak ill. Father never left the chair in the library, although we peeked in
on him constantly. We explored the house and found that perhaps only three
fourth of our parent’s belongings had been unpacked. The home itself was
huge and we all joined in a friendly squabble about what wings we were
going to take for the night. Much of the house was still lushly furnished,
and I began to wonder just how my parents had afforded this place. Why it
had been so cheap? Bryce, a fan of horror related movie and books, told me
because it was obviously haunted. As I write this, I wonder how right he
could have been.
We had pizza delivered that Friday evening and although our mother
screeched not to get any messes on the floor, father seemed mildly thrilled at
such a delicious treat. I could tell Bryce was getting irritated with out
mother’s attitude, but Amanda was doing her best to soothe him. Rachel
was playing happily with Emily while Neil looked on with a certain gleam in
his eyes. Jonathan and I spoke of his schooling. Eventually the five year old
started to wear out and her parents decided to put her to bed in a room
adjacent to theirs. The rest of us decided to stay up a bit longer.
After a few more hours had passed, we all decided to call it a night. I
must have taken a wrong turn or something, because I ended up on the
second floor left wing instead of the right wing where I had chosen to bunk
down. Chuckling to myself, I prepared to turn when I heard a moan. I crept
further down the hall, when the moan started yelling out words that I won’t
repeat here. It was Amanda. It would seem she and Bryce had not simply
gone to sleep. I found their actions a bit odd, considering the circumstances,
but shrugged and made my way back to my room.
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It wasn’t until Sunday that I noticed the changes, but as I look back
now, I realize that they began on Saturday. That morning when I came
down to find the kitchen, Amanda and Bryce were already making coffee.
Amanda had on a robe that was draped open a bit more than should have
been appropriate. Bryce didn’t seem to notice or care, but I did my best to
advert my eyes. When I asked about Emily, he grumbled something
pertaining to Rachel. I must admit, I didn’t think much of the behavior at
the time, nor of the fact that Neil didn’t appear until around noon.
Most of the day went along well. We checked in on our Father, who
after we had hassled to bed last night, had promptly returned to his chair in
the library. Bryce seemed to be in a bad mood, although Amanda seemed
more pleasant than usual. He was only brought out of his scowling when
Jonathan told some particularly disgusting jokes he had heard recently. Neil
roamed the house and Rachel worked Emily into such an excited frenzy that
afternoon, she had to be put down for a nap.
We had all discussed going out for dinner on Saturday the previous
evening, but come the time, no one wanted to be bothered leaving. We
raided our parent’s fridge and found enough supplies to make dinner for
everyone. Of course, when mother saw us in the kitchen, she threw a fit.
Jonathan laughed at her and Bryce told her quite bluntly to leave. Eyes
wide, she shook a finger at all of us threateningly and marched out. We ate
a bizarre meal, concocted of various items and everyone sat around the diner
table in a relatively good mood. Even Bryce had perked up a bit.
That night when Amanda and Bryce excused themselves to put Emily
to bed I wasn’t surprised. What I was surprised by, was how exhausted I
was. I had done practically nothing all day, but my desire to sleep seemed
overwhelming. I dragged myself to bed and was out as I hit the pillow.
The next day, it was noon before I crawled out from under the covers.
As I was coming down the steps, I found Rachel calling out for Neil.
Asking me if I had seen my brother, I told her that I had just woken up.
Throwing her hands in the air in exaggerated exasperation, she stormed off.
Unconcerned, I strolled into the kitchen. This time I was greeted by the
sight of Amanda in a robe that was fully undone, her sheer bra and panties
exposed.
I know I should have turned away and walked out. I should not have
looked. The thing was, I didn’t even care. Amanda was a beautiful young
women, Bryce had married well, but I didn’t feel the least bit of a stirring. I
remember thinking this was strange as I watched her pour herself a cup of
coffee. She asked me if I wanted to sit, and I responded by asking about
Emily. Amanda shrugged. I wandered out of the kitchen.
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bunk beds. If I could just make it there and move the furniture, perhaps I
could wait out the ensuing insanity. Perhaps I could survive.
And survive I have, I suppose. Not for much longer, however. I
made it to Emily’s room and immediately fell asleep. It was only by pure
luck and Bryce’s madness that I wasn’t found before I woke and could move
the bunk beds. Next time I awoke, it was to Jonathan’s screams, so I assume
my eldest sibling turned on him. I have no idea if Amanda or my father are
still alive, but two days ago I saw Emily running on all fours outside the
window, her clothes in tatters.
I have no food and I’ve been disposing of my waste in one of the
closets since this window refuses to open. Whenever I’m conscious, I write
what I can down before falling prey to my flaw of apathy. That’s what it is,
you see. This house brought out all of our darker aspects, our most subtle of
faults. It latched on to them, so deeply buried but so deeply a part of us and
brought them to the surface. It’s the only thing I can deduce and I’ve had
the time to think about it, locked away here in my niece’s former bedroom.
I’m just glad that the fool English teacher in me always kept a pen
handy and that my brother and sister-in-law promoted Emily’s love of art.
But it’s all coming to an end now. My bouts of slumber are getting more
frequent, and during my times awake, I’ve heard Bryce smashing through
rooms about the house. It’s only a matter of time before I no longer wake or
he simply finds me.
Really, I don’t much care. Although there is a small part of me inside
that I think grieves for my father, wherever he may be. And Neil, I wonder
what happened to Neil...