The Legend

“Come on,” the girl said, “it will be fun.”
I look up at the deserted mansion. It had a sort of look like it belonged in the set of some cliché scary movie.
I glance over at the Goth chick I met an hour earlier at Oliver’s Café, the street light casting an eerie white glow across her face. It gave her a dark looking facial expression with all the sharp angles.
“I don’t know…it doesn’t look too safe,” I say, glancing over at the withered veneer of the house.
She slowly flips back her glossy black hair, smiling. “Please,” she says giving the house a once over, “if it wasn’t safe, it wouldn’t be up for sale.” She raises an eyebrow, “Although, I don’t know why, considering the history.”
“History?” I ask.
She smiles. “We will get to that later. So, you in?”
I look down at the cracked sidewalk and bite my lip, considering my options. Finally, I look up, meeting her gaze and sigh, “Fine, only if you promise to take me straight home afterwards.”
Her face lights up and her lips slowly spread into a Cheshire smile. She gives a little jump showing her excitement. “Yes! Okay, deal. C’mon lets go.”
I reluctantly follow her up to the house as she pulls me behind her. We reach the door and I watch as she tries the doorknob, and I let out a a groan of disappointment when it opens. I step in as the door slowly swings open on the creaky hinges. I’m assaulted with a strong smell of dust.
Goth points to the stairs and whispers, “Up there, on the balcony, is where Aaron Williams jumped.” She turns and begins walking up the grand staircase before I have a chance to react to what she said. I follow her to the second floor closely behind her.
“Where…” she mumbles to herself, looking around. “Ah, there we go,” she says setting her eyes on the French double doors that lead to a balcony. She grabs my wrist, leading me to the balcony. Letting go of me, she pulls open the doors, stepping outside. I follow her, tucking my hands in my jacket pocket. She turns to me laying her hands on the rail at either side of her. “So, I’m guessing you haven’t heard the story yet? Of why he jumped?”
I shake my head no. “I haven’t heard any stories. I just moved here last week.’
She smiles. “Right. So story goes Aaron Williams, the son who lived here, went crazy one night. No one knows why but he killed everyone in the house. Family. His girlfriend. Anyways, once he realized what he did, he jumped. He ended up surviving but died like 2 years later in his room for unknown reasons,” She pauses, turning around. I walk up alongside her from the French door, waiting for her to continue. “So the legend goes, every night on the anniversary of his death, he shows up to kill anyone who dares to enter the house. Crazy, right?”
I nod. “Creepy. Anniversary of his death? When is that?”
She gives me a sardonic grin. “Tonight.”
I look around. “Well, sorry to break it to you, but no one is here.” When I return my gaze to her, she’s not looking at me. I smile. “Second time is the charm,” I whisper. And the last thing I hear is the thud of her body hitting the ground.