The House - Epilogue

" I thought they weren't gonna last long when I first pointed them in the right direction. I shoudl 'ave 'eld them back, but I didn't."

The Old Man was talking. The House was surrounding by police cars, and an ambulance was coming down the drive. One body was wheeled out, and then a second.

"What 'appened to the poor sods?" The Old Man asked a nearby paramedic.

"The first body was found down underground. There was some massive tunnel complex, you see. Anyway, we found his body underground, but he was hollow. The rest of him, his organs, his blood, was all over the House.

"The second body was also underground, except this one still had everything except his blood. It had all drained into a strange pit. But we got him out. And the third body..."

Another body came out on a stretcher, and was loaded into the ambulance.

"...She was found lying with her back on the floor, and an axe in her face. Something with great strength drove it down upon her, for it took ages to get out. Do you know if there were anymore people?"

"No, it were just the three, unless more were planning on coming soon."

"Then there was no point getting the ambulance out. Everyone, we're leaving."

The paramedic got into the ambulance, and headed back down the driveway. The Old Man took one more look up at the House, and was certain that he saw The Spirit in one of the second floor windows and heard a manic laughter. He closed his eyes, sighed, and walked back to his home. His time on Earth was nearly up, but he wasn't going to waste it by trying to figure out the mystery of The House.