We have a 2 storey house but we only ever use the ground floor, the upstairs has been occupied since the forties and nobody wants to try and get rid of it after the carnage of the last attempt. I swear the damp patches on our ceiling from all the blood they spilled still haven't quite cleared up and at this rate I reckon they never will.
The worst of it is that we're effectively trapped here. We can't sell the place to anybody in town and after the damned news spilled about the 'massacre' as they're calling it (as if five bodies counts as a massacre to begin with) nobody out of town wants the place either.
So we're left either dropping the house and starting from scratch, trying to bribe someone to demolish it and damn the fuckers living upstairs or just accept that we're always a few feet from murderers who are seemingly unkillable to the point where the police won't even try again.
I've never even been able to see who lives up there save for a few curtain twitches when I'm leaving or in the back yard so lord only knows if they're human at all or how many there are. I know there's at least three from the way their footsteps sound as they move about upstairs.
I guess as long as they stay put, we're staying put.
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