The Housekeeper

The webs of winter upon ceiling bulbs, dim the lights, the dust built up so high

The spiders crawl from corners of wet, the well has now rusted through, and the room is of dew

The souls of many, roam each room, the eighteen rooms of the mansion, once lovely, now dull

A young professor, and his wife, move into the town, of Tulsa, his wife a writer, and he a teacher of paranormal activity

Come across this, abandoned house, and find the bank, is now the owner, they purchase it for very little, for it is such a fixer upper

The towns people all fear the story, the activity of murder, and the missing family, who once lived in this Oklahoma mansion, on Willow Lane

The cellar leads to a winery, filled with old crystal, dating back to the early nineteen hundreds, the wine is of the very best, and very expensive

The mystery is from those who tell, a family of five, lived here when a wealthy family member inherited it from his Uncle.

They were farmers, and worked in the cotton fields, and cultivated wheat for harvest, the children were rarely seen, they supposedly were found hung to death, in the attic

The mother, found, in the fifth bedroom upstairs, with an ax in her hand, she was shot in the chest, and head, blood was escaping everywhere, soiling the sheets, the walls, and floor

Now, the one person remained, the father, the husband, he was found in the cotton field, crushed by his riding tractor

The housekeeper, was the only one who found this wretched horror, the place was once very well kept, and the housekeeper was sent away to an insane asylum, she completely lost her mind

To lay new carpet, to hang paintings upon the walls, to vacuum the many halls, to sweep the floors, to shine the shoes, to wash the dishes from the booze

A monster, in an apron, wearing her black dress, and her crooked smile, the demon lived within, she was playing with the children, in the attic, when they found them the next day

The story gets pretty scary, as she was the mistress, of the house, as well, she fell in love with the farmer,who took her heart and broke it, telling her he still loved his wife

After two months the new owners of the mansion, had unexplained dreams, and screams that pierced their ears in the middle of the night

Finally, they had enough, premonitions of the housekeeper, shadows of her silhouette, appeared in every room, they found their cat hung in the attic

That, took the cake, eventually, the house would be burned down, no one knew what had started the vicious fury of flames

The professor's wife, has now written a book, with her husbands support, the mystery of the mansion lies, deep, deep within the cellar, and the fingerprints all over, the wine crystals, found in the rooms

Remains, of the bodies, with wine upon their clothing, the name of the book, is quite simple, you might want a drink or two before reading

The Housekeeper