Pass It Along/4

"Hey Brittany," Aaron whispered as the tour group continued walking, "do you really think there was no one there?"

"I dunno." Brittany was as much amused by the whole thing as she was puzzled. It's not like mom and dad to lie about that sorta thing, but someone must've give you that note!"

"But how come no one else saw them, and why'd Mister Mollister seem so nervous all of a sudden?"

"I saw'd them." Amanda, who had clearly been listening in to their whispers, shocked them both to silence at her nonchalant intrusion. "Those big kids outside? I saw'd them like you did."

Aaron and Brittany both looked at each other curiously. The more they discovered about this bizarre place, the more they were excited to pursue their own investigation.

"Hey Mist Mollister." Brittany quietly got the man's attention to the back of the group.

"Please, call me Frank."

"You said this place was worse than a haunted castle right? What'd you mean? Are there any ghost stories?" FrNk looked nervous once again. Brittany knew she had him, and she wasn't about to let him get away with finding out who those children really were.

"I shouldn't. It's best you just let it all out of your mind."

"Please sir." Aaron chipped in, as eager for information as his sister. "We promise we won't cause any trouble."

"Any trouble? Ha! That kinda trouble is more than my life is worth..."

"Mister!" Amanda's small voice chimed in once again, much to the frustration of the thirteen year old. Why can't she just butt out of it. "It's just a story. There wasn't really anyone there, we just likes making scary stuff up." She sounded so sweet, so innocent, in the way she spoke. She was the perfect menacing genius, hiding it all beneath her princess looks.

Frank thought for a while, before he figured he couldn't hold out against such an adorable face. In truth, who could?! "All right, you you got ta promise not to tell yur folks. The story says not so long ago this forrest was home to a Pixie, who roamed 'round 'ere like 'e owned the place, when a fam'ly moved in to this 'ere mansion. The Pixie was curious, so he took shape of a boy , but never could tell much o' the difference between us and girls, so he still looked girly like in the face. The fam'ly had two boys who took a fancy to 'im, and convinced 'im to stay the night with 'em. That's when they did some nasty things to 'im..."

"What kinda nasty things?" Brittany and Aaron were deeply intrigued by this point.

"Must I spell it out for you? They raped 'im. The folks wouldn't believe of course, not over their own flesh n blood. Says the Pixie was 'urt, an' angry. I would be too kind you! He put a curse on this place, so the story says."

"What kinda curse?" Amanda chipped in again, mimicking her sister in the way she spoke. Brittany reeled at the thought that she was even still a part of this conversation, but supposed she couldn't exactly shake her now.

"The kind that drives a fam'ly mad is what kind. The youngest son, he was about eleven he was, started goin' mad, refusing to wear clothes, always kissin' the other kids he met, even doin' who knows what else with 'em. Boys and girls, mind! Says he even got one lass pregnant. But 'e always had a way of gettin' their permission first. The rest of 'em all started forgettin' things more and more, 'til a year later they left to a new home, one son less than they'd came with. Story says they didn't even remember they had a second son."

"But that's just stories though, right?" Brittany quizzed. There didn't seem to be nearly as much concern in her voice as there should have been. It seemed, like her brother, she was more curious by this mystery than they were before. "There's no such thing as a Pixiet that would make us want to have sex?"

"Well that's what I thought when I started workin' here and was told them stories. But then the last family came, with a daughter. Only nine years old the poor thing! She started goin' mad like the boy did. Gymnaphobic when she arrived, but before long it was a struggle to get 'er to wear a stitch o' clothin'. And then there was the games she wanted to play with other kids. They stayed two years 'fore the girl went missin'. The folks left forgettin' they even 'ad a daughter. I was 'opin' it was all just a trick of the imagination, but then you twos saw those kids in the garden."

"You saw them too?" Aaron asked, startled a little.

"Nope, an' I never will I don't doubt. But you 'ear me right kids, you best be fogettin' those stories and thinkin' nothing of 'em. Now, where were we..." Frank traield off as he prepared to lead the group. He left Britttany and Aaron wondering why he even told them the story in the first place if he didn't want them investigating it for themselves. Aaron looked slowly at his sister, who shared the same look he did.

"We're gonna investigate right, 8pm at the swimming pool?" He asked, more hopeful than he needed to be.

"Duh! What kind of Schultz's would wee be if we didn't?!"

There was one small detail they had forgotten as the glowing, irresistible eyes of a six year old looked up at them.

"Can I come?"

--Jackmaster (talk) 01:10, 19 August 2018 (CEST)

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