According to reports from the time, in 1934, Jerome Cranston murdered his wife and young son. Then he burned his son’s body in the furnace in the cellar and dismembered his wife, before hiding the pieces of her body behind the walls of the rooms. He then shot himself.
It was in the newspaper. It must be true.
Since then, the house has been largely abandoned. The occasional homeless person has found their way there, as have high schoolers who have dared each other to spend the night there. To date, no one has made it through the night. They emerge shaken, with stories of footsteps overhead; of shadowy figures; of the temperature in the house plummeting in seconds. For the past few years, the house has been firmly boarded up to discourage further attempts.
You are a group of friends (mostly) who are off to different colleges in the fall. Before you go your separate ways, you’ve decided to try to spend the night in the Cranston house. After all, those old stories are nonsense, right? Just a bunch of hysterical kids scaring themselves. You’re way too down to earth to get scared by all that woo-woo rubbish. Or maybe you’re just bowing to peer pressure and don’t want to look chicken.
Either way, you’re going to gather in your favorite coffee shop, pile into one person’s car, and see what the night brings. Should be fun, right?
Despite appearances, this is likely to go more down the urban fantasy/mystery route than the horror route.
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