THE LORDELL HOUSE.

The incident at the lordell house was infact terrifying—and famous. The locals all agreed it was
foul, and that it was not to be spoken of, or thought of for that matter. An ignorant person would have
said this to be ridiculous, but it was infact true. It began as a story then morphing into a popular gossip
topic and it eventually turned into a bedtime story. All but one, Azel believed the story to be a pesky
little rumor.

Azel was not a child—or an adult for that matter. Nevertheless he lived by three rules, don’t eat
the sweets in the cupboard without mums permission, don’t bring the gooey goo in the house, and be in
your room by eight in the night. You would think that these were good rules—excellent rules—or that
Azel was a very responsible child, but it was very far from that. Azel knew something his father and
mother didn’t, that if he didn’t follow these rules, he would for a fact, well—be killed.

It was five months ago on the eve of Christmas, when Azel saw something, or someone that
would traumatize him for the rest of his life. It was a cloudy day on December 24th and his mother had
just told him in a very stern tone “Santa does not exist!”

He was outraged.

Something he had believed in for all his life, shattered in just four words? He never thought such
vile words could come out of his mother’s mouth, “Santa-does-not-exist”. With all this said, he didn’t
believe one word.

He couldn’t.

So he thought: I’m staying up tonight! I have to prove her wrong! And so he did, he stayed up in
the living room at exactly 11:00pm, and sat waiting for Santa to jump down from the chimney.

He waited.

He sat with this chin upon his knees and waited, for Santa to jump down the Sidney, laughing
“HO! HO! HO!” However, thirty minutes passed, and then forty. It was not long after, that it was just two
minutes to midnight. He sat up straight on the chair, widening his eyes.

The clock struck twelve.

Azel straightened hiss pacts and looked in eagerness, whispering “please, please…”

A minute passed.

Azel wasn’t going to give up yet, it was a minute after all, for all we know the clock could have
been wrong.

So he waited.

Two more minutes passed but still Azel waited zealously. And then—not a while after, when
Azel was finally done with it, a sound echoed in, through the chimney.

HE KNEW IT.
 What his mother said wasn’t true, so he stood in front of the chimney, excited. He thought Oh
how iam going to tell mum she lied! Oh how iam going to tell Billy I saw Santa! And it was only a
moment after when he saw it. Someone—or something.

He was horrified.

He screamed, and he remembered nothing after that.

Years later, when it all came back to him, he lived to tell the tale of how he saw a monster and
how it whispered something in his ears. That’s how the people of Kingstone came to fear the lordell
house, and that’s how Azel came to learn that he should listen to his mother,