Fucking Ghosts
by Nuala Madigan
Copyright 2012 Nuala Madigan
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Fucking Ghosts
by Nuala Madigan
Liana had been here before. The supposedly haunted house from the story she had written two months ago loomed before her like a promise. The outside was broken-down, boards across the windows and door. She had not been allowed to cross the threshold of the house while writing the story – they did not have the permits since the building was deemed far too unsafe to step in, but she knew occasionally a homeless man or set of horny teens slipped in through haphazardly nailed-in slats of wood that were supposed to keep intruders out.
The story told that two brothers had died here, murdered in their beds by a jealous girlfriend. No one was entirely sure why she had killed them both, but hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and she seemed to have enough fury for two.
Liana eased herself under the wooden boards, opening the door itself with little effort – it had been left unlocked. The insides were in as much of a state of disarray as the outside, a collection of beer cans, graffiti and grime. Her voice recorded was flipped on now, and she dictated:
“The Jenkins house is best known for the double murder that occurred here, in which Vivienne Lee murdered her boyfriend, James, and his elder brother, Jeff. Vivienne, enraged by some affront James had committed, stabbed him thirty-two times before turning her knife to his brother, whose throat was slashed. Since the reported deaths, the house has fallen into despair. A record of ten families have previously tried to purchase it, only to be chased out by what they described as paranormal activity, normally focusing on the women of the house. It has been seven years since someone has lived here.”
She made notes on the state of the front room before moving on, walking up a flight of steps to the room where the bodies were found.