Haunted

   A haunted house.  A beautiful house of  Colonial style, so  elegant on its ten acres ground and its connecting three-cars garage.  It stood alone on its hill, isolated from neighbors.  A dream for any young family.  On the market for the last ten years, but no takers.  Zero.  
   The town weighted its options. As it would cost close to  a half-million dollars just to tear it down and make the grounds presentable, they preferred to simply give it away. Yet, people were not standing in line to take advantage of the offer, so they were very happy when Jane and Bruce McNabb presented themselves, they were happy to give them the keys.  
   They were new in town, looking for peace and quiet after the craziness of their last ten years in the heart of a huge and very expensive city, where having a small  garden in an equally small backyard was considered a  luxury.  They were not in the least superstitious and the awesome stories they heard were just that, stories.  
 
   YEARS BEFORE.  
 
   He drove home alone after the ceremony at the cemetary, his last good-bye to his parents, dead in that plane crash. A shy young man who never had to work a day in his life.  He had graduated with Honors from a nearby university, having studied Classics.  No big stress  for this bookworm withan excellent memory.  Shy and recluse he made an acquaintance or two but no lasting friendship and these acquaitances were left behind.
   His friends were the women on his porn videos.
   But he was looking for other forms of videos to watch, so he paid a discreet technician to install all the necessary equipment behind the wall facing his king size bed.
   Satisfied with the result, it was time to do something about his urges.  He was not a heavy drinker, a glass of wine on occasion but he went out and bought different bottles of expensive alcohol.   On the Internet he also purchased a variety of meds, pills and drugs of choice. Once it was all ready he set out on a late Friday afternoon and cruised by the bus station.
   Jeannie was glad to be away from the dreariness of her pitiful job at the convenience store. She had more talent, more ambition.  This bigger town would offer more opportunities, she was sure of it.  True, she had a limited budget and, as yet, no definite place to stay other than the YWCA.   But luck was on her side and she was very happy to see the charming young man in his late model car offering her a ride.
   The Ladies Y? He would not hear of it.  He had plenty of room  at his house, would be glad to have her over for a few days until she found her bearings.
   So it was settled.
   She was awed by the  majestic house, blessed her lucky star for such an amazing development in her life.  She was already forming visions of a future with this nice, but somewhat shy fellow.  George.  Shy and very polite.  He suggested that they  celebrate their chance meeting with a glass of wine. The one he offered her was already drugged, so even before she realized what was going on she was already dozing away.  Once he was sure she was  quite unconscious
he took the already prepared syringe and injected its lethal content in her arm.
   He carried her to his bedroom, placed her on the bed, activated the recording devices and went back to disrobe her.  Easier for him to be intimate with this young beauty.  He explored it all, feasting on her full tits, concentrating on one nipple, bit hard, bit so hard that it started to bleed.  He discovered that he had a taste for blood, bit harder, took  a knife, cut a piece and ate. Loving it, he cut more and had a feast.
   It is later that he cut her to pieces, put assorted parts in trash bags, put them in the trunk of his car and drove to the woods where he finally dug some holes and buried the bags in different locations.
   All her belongings he burned, except for small trinkets he kept for souvenirs,  In this case, a cheap necklace with her name engraved.  This trophy he put in a jewelry box which belonged to his dead mother.
   Then Laura, Martha and Claudia  in turn disappeared without a trace.  One day her friend Paul went to the police, but as he was not a member of the family he had a hard time convincing them of her disapperance. He insisted, kept insisting. Nothing.  But there were rumors nonetheless.  Then a huge stroke of luck.  A person was on  a Nature walk in the forest when her dog sniffed something, started digging and came up with a bone.  A human bone, as it turned out.
   Teams of experts were sent out.  Eventually DNA tests led tot he identifications of the victims and. luckily for the experts, further research in the victims' past led them to George Blaine's house.
 
   NOW
   Jane and Bruce were happy to moce in.  What they saved in the price of a new house, they would spend on renovations.  Major renovations.  It is when they removed all the furniture from the master bedroom and threw that in the dumpster that Jane started to have doubts.  Removing a part of the heavy carpet revealed encrusted blood stains on the floor.  Not too flustered, she could deal with that.
   That the floors were creaking was not disturbing in the least, not even when she walked the long way down to  the guest room with the adjoining bathroom. Weird sounds came from every direction in  such a huge house.  She was not bothered.
   But it was when she was half way down the corridor and passing by the  portrait of the former lady of the house that she heard it  moaning and saw it shedding real tears of blood that she let out a scream that could be heard way beyond the walls of the house.