Haunted House 
Chapter 1

Not one of the boys had questioned the wisdom of their little excursion. They were too excited to think and, even if they had any misgivings, would be too afraid of being deemed a scaredy cat. Earlier that afternoon William, Oliver's older brother, had dared them to venture into the abandoned house at dusk. He had told his little brother how an old, deranged man lived there, and he liked to kill boys who ventured in.
"Na ha!" Oliver had countered his brother’s remark
"Oh yes!" William had assured him.
Of course, Oliver had gone and told his small group of friends and one thing had led to another and now… Now they had mounted an expedition to the Wallace's old place. Henry, a German Shepherd, the oldest of them had taken the lead. He had found a flashlight for each of them, even packed water, and a few snacks and now that the sun was coming close to the horizon, off they had gone.
The Wallace's place was an old derelict house atop a hill in the middle of the forest, far away from town, so it had taken them the better part of day to bike out there.
The boys biked towards their destination, eager to taste the excitement of the unknown. Not one of them had questioned the wisdom of their impromptu little excursion to the Wallace's old place. Exploring an abandoned house at night in the middle of nowhere, supposedly inhabited by a serial killer, who could resist that? What better way to prove their valor to each other than to forge ahead with the plan? 
The kids had set out about three hours earlier after preparing for their mission. They had gathered at Henry's house to ensure they had all they would need. Henry, the oldest kid, having just turned fourteen, was their de facto leader.
"Ok, guys, listen up!"  He said in a quiet voice as they huddled closer together in the basement. "My parents always watch the wheel of fortune; when it comes on, we will sneak out and grab our bikes. I have already told them we are going to stay in the basement all night. So, they will have no reason to check on us. Oliver! did you get your tire fixed?"
Oliver, a tabby cat, the youngest one in the group and will be a teenager next month, nodded emphatically. He was glad to be ready and to prove his douchebag of a brother wrong. Plus, he will get to spend time hanging out with his best friend Henry.
Though he had never said anything, Oliver worshiped Henry and secretly wished he and not his half-brother -William- were family. Who could not like Henry? A superb football player, athletic tall, and well-formed, he is always being followed by a bevy of girls vying for his attention. 
"Ok, Max, did you bring the snacks?"  Henry asked, turning to the just turned teenager. Max, a rabbit, who cherished a good mystery novel, especially if it involved creepy stuff, opened his backpack to reveal a treasure trove of high-quality snacks. Bags of potato chips, licorice, and even baby KitKat! "Perfect!” Henry commented.
"Drinks?" Henry asked, turning his attention to the last member of the group. Aaron, a snake, plunked down a Walmart plastic bag full of soda bottles. "Coke, Sunkist, Mt. Dew, and even a lemonade," He announced in his delightfully accented English. A Cherokee, Aaron looked the part and had even dressed as an Indian warrior for the school's Halloween party.
"Very good," Henry announced, then all is set. Just like clockwork, Henry’s parents watched their tv show and did not see the boys sneak out. It was so easy, they could have stolen some alcohol from the liquor cabinet, but they did not do that.
The trip was hard; especially since the Wallace’s old place is in the middle of the woods. The group went through an off beaten path to get there. But nothing would deter these boys of an adventure of a lifetime. After three hours and a half of traveling, they made it to the desolate house. The full moon shining its light down on it made the house even more creepy. It looks like the house from the conjuring movie, but somehow even worse. 
“Man, this is so exciting!” Max said as he put his bike down by the side of the house to start exploring. The other boys had a tough time trying to see Max due to his dark fur blending in with the surrounding darkness. Each boy did the same thing and turn their flashlights on to help them see except for Max. He was too busy exploring the property. “Hey Max, turn on your flashlight you dummy.” said Aaron, as he starts to speed walk to catchup with him. Max took his flashlight out of his backpack and did what Aaron had told him to do.
The boys split up to two teams to search around the house and property. They search for thirty minutes before meeting up at the entrance of the house. No one was surprised to see that all the doors and windows were boarded up to keep people out. Heck, it be disturbing to see the front door open with a welcome sign by it. 
Henry and Oliver searched the back of the property to find a cellar door that was locked. It looked like it led to the basement. They could possibly break the rusty chain holding the doors’ handles shut if they found something hard to break it with. On their way back, Henry decided to bring something up. “Hey Oliver, want to come over next weekend for a sleepover? Just the two of us!” Henry said, trying to act calm and cool about it. He didn’t want to make Oliver suspicious. “I would love that. The last time we did that, we had a blast.” Oliver said, with a cheery attitude. He is the luckiest boy in the world. Being able to hang out with Henry who is cool, smart, and his smile could melt anyone’s heart. The boys took their time just talking to each other, not in any hurry to get back with the other two boys.
Max and Aaron did not find much around the front of the property other than a way into the house. There was a small hole on the bottom of the front door. Max thinking that all of them could crawl through it. While they wait, Max and Aaron are whispering stuff to each other, just in case the other two boys came back early. “Hey, did you bring the other stuff in your backpack?” Aaron asked, giving a serious look to Max. 
“I did, the first chance we get, lets ditch Henry and Oliver to have our own fun.” Max said, he lightly punches the other boy in the arm, hoping he gets the hint. “I wonder were those two are at. We should have met back up already.” ask Max, being on the lookout for them. “Their probably too busy talking and not paying attention to the time. You know how those two are with each other. They’ve been like that since Spring started” Aaron said, both boys just thinking about it for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter.
When they met back up, they each told the other what they found. After they were done talking; Max suddenly shines his flashlight across his face. Max does an eerie voice, “If the legends are true. Old man Wallace had a hidden room in this place where he would take his victims. They say that the room was soundproof so no one could hear his victim’s scream.” The boys stayed quiet for a minute before bursting out in laughter. “Seriously, Wallace would hang his victim’s upside down naked, put a bucket underneath them, cut their necks open, and watch them bleed out.” Max said, trying to finish the story without laughing.
“Sure, he did! It’s all fake anyways. This suppose legend is just a campfire story every parent tells their kids to scare them.” Aaron said, as he did quotation marks with his hands. Henry gives Max a light punch on the arm. Once the boys calm down, they went to the front door to get inside. Oliver was the first one to crawl through the hole, Max second, and Aaron third. When Henry tried, he found out that he was too big to get through. “Shit! I’m going to have to find another way in. You all go on ahead and I’ll meet you inside.” Oliver protest but was shot down by Henry. The boys agree to continue their adventure while Henry tries to find another way in.
Henry stood around the front door for a minute until he remembered the cellar door in the back of the house. He quickly makes his way towards it while searching for something to help him break the chains. Henry saw a reflection from his flashlight as he was passing a patch of tall grass. He went to investigate it to find a surprise. “Who leaves a crowbar outside, let alone by an abandoned house?” asked Henry when he picked the crowbar up. The thing looked almost brand new with no rust on it. This would break the chains, but he still wonders how it ended up on the property while he finishes walking to the back.
Once he gets to the cellar doors. He uses the crowbar to the best of his ability. He puts it between one of the handles and chain and puts all his weight on it. He did not break the chain but broke one of the handles clean off the door instead. This was not what he had planned, but he would not complain. He had accomplished his goal and open the door. Henry went down to the basement slowly as he did not want to trip on something that could cause him to fall down the stairs.
When he got to the bottom floor, he shines his flashlight around the big open room. Junk laid everywhere blocking his view to where he could not tell where the door that led upstairs was at. Henry slowly makes his way through the clutter while exploring it. A devious thought ran through his mind. He could hide down here to jump scare his friends when they come down to look for him in the basement. As he is thinking this fun little game; he suddenly hears a loud bang behind him. It scared him so bad that he jumped up and almost drop his flashlight.
“What the hell was that? Guys is that you?” asked Henry as he was starting to get scared, he starts shining his flashlight around to where the loud sound came from. He steadily walks over to investigate the area. The only thing he could find after searching the area for a couple of minutes was a paint can rolling around. As he went to take a closer look at the item, another loud bang happens behind him. He turns around so fast to try to see what it was, but before he got halfway, everything went dark for him.
--- 10 minutes later ---
Henry opens his eyes slowly, feeling a sharp pain on the back of his head, not knowing his surroundings. But before he could do anything about it, he hears a strange voice talk to him. “I bet you think your safe little boy. But you would be dead wrong.” said a mysterious man walking out of the shadows. This woke Henry up from his daze. He opens his eyes fully to see a mysterious wolf with gray fur in front of him. Henry thought to himself that this man must have knocked him out, causing the pain in the back of his head.
“Why are you doing this to me!” Henry had tried to sound self-assured, but his tremulous voice and high pitch betrayed him. He was frightened, so much so in fact that he was shaking uncontrollably, shivering in fear despite the swelteringly air in the basement. How had all this happened so quickly! One minute he was prowling the house looking for the others, the next he... All he remembered is that he had come down here in the torrid basement. How he had gotten to this room, he did not recall. But when he realized that he was now naked, and that his wrists had been tied together behind his back. Henry looked at the man who had done this to him, feeling ever more scared. This man was so much larger than him. Towering over him, he was obviously not someone to trifle with. 
The man gave Henry a malicious grin and responded, “I saw you boy’s poking your noses where they don’t belong.”  He took a few slow steps bringing him closer to Henry. The heels of his boots making an ominous thump, thump, thump. With each step, Henry felt ever closer to panicking. 
Trying to find a way out, Henry pleaded, “L... L... Look, untie me, and let me go! Me and my friends will leave and never bother you ever again! I PROMISE!” Henry hoped his plead would persuade this adult to release him and let him go home with his friends.
It was only when the man got even closer to him, that Henry noticed a rope dangling from the ceiling. When he realized that there was a noose tied at the end of it, and that just beneath it there was a rickety looking stool, his eyes opened wide with fear. “I’m afraid we are way past that point child. You broke into the wrong house tonight.”  His voice oozing with evil, his expression that of a hungry predator that has found its prey. 
“Oh God, please mister, I swear I will not say anything.” But his pleads fell on death ears. The man grew tired of talking with the whimpering child. It was now time to start the main event. Well, more like him having fun while the boy suffers. With one hulking hand he grabs the top of Henry’s hair and starts dragging him to the noose. Henry yelped when the man did that and tries to fight back to no avail. The man was too strong; he easily dragged the kicking boy to his doom. 
Thump, Thump, Thump, was the only thing Henry heard while he struggled. Each step the man took just made Henry try harder to break free with no success. After a couple more steps, they were at their destination. Henry looks up to see the noose waiting for him. The man easily lifts Henry up; making the boy stand on the decrepit stool. Then he puts the noose around the canine’s neck and tightens it. Not to tight, but just enough to make it uncomfortable for the child.
It was now or never for Henry to convince this man to let him go. “P… P… Please mister, just let me go home. I’ll do anything you want.” Henry said with tears in his eyes. He did not want to die like this. All alone and naked in front of this sadistic bastard. All he wants to do is tell his parents he loves them, but he knew that would never happen. 
The man just looks at the boy for a minute before he starts to giggle in delight. He would never let this boy, or his friends go. To risky, with police officers after him. But he was thankful for the free entertainment. He bends down to whisper into Henry’s ear, “Tell Saint Peter at those pearly gates, that ‘The Beast’ sent you.” Without any warning, the wolf kicks the stool underneath the boy across the room. Then he takes four steps back to get a better view of the show. 
Henry was scared, but as soon as he feels the stool kicked away, is when he was truly terrified. Terror is the only thing that showed on the poor boy’s face in that split second as he fell before the noose stopped him abruptly. Henry let out a yelp that was cut short when the noose took his full weight. The searing burn of the rope biting around his neck quickly pushed out of the forefront by the crushing pressure against his throat. Immediately, without even thinking, he began probing around him to find a way to support his weight, to lessen the load on his neck, but as his search did not yield any result, he began to panic. Henry knew what a hanging looked like, knew of its ultimate outcome and now… now he was being hung, naked, and exposed.
 And the man... the man stood there just a couple of steps away watching him, enjoying his suffering.
He tried to inhale, and at least he managed a brief raspy inhalation. A pitiful measure of air that felt entirely insufficient to meet his need. Henry needed more air, needed to find a way to loosen the constricting noose! Desperate to accomplish this, he sought to twist his wrists free of the ligatures that bound them behind his back. Even as he felt that his shoulders were about to come out of his sockets, he kept on trying, as he again tried to inhale a fresh bit of air
However, whereas only a couple of moments earlier he had been able to rasp some air into his aching lungs, now, thanks to his frantic kicking, the noose had slipped just tight enough to prevent any air, no matter how hard he tried to force it through, to enter his chest. Unable to inhale, desperate for air, Henry felt his head flush to a full red, his lips balloon, and his tongue swell until it could not fit inside his mouth anymore.
It was at this point that a terrible specter took center stage in Henry’s mind. Death! He was going to die unless... He needed air, now, otherwise...   In his frantic scissoring kicks with his legs Henry had failed to find any means of support, but now, the very tip of his right toe graced the ground beneath him. Could that be his salvation? Could he reach down and release the biting stranglehold of the noose?
Foolishly, Henry looked down to see how far he was suspended above the ground. Unfortunately for him, this motion allowed the stranglehold of noose to tighten further. His mouth opened wide in a macabre expression forcing his already swollen tongue to flop out. But there was a ray of hope for him. If he kicked downwards and stretched his legs as far down as he could, he could just barely rest the very tip of his toes on the ground. 
Alas, no matter how hard he tried, it was pathetically insufficient support to alleviate the murdering pressure of the rope around his neck. And time was ticking by, and his need for air was only growing more critical. Black dots had started to form in his vision, and Henry understood that he had moments to live unless...
Letting out short pathetic rasps as his whole body thrashed in a frenetic dance, Henry again looked at the wolf in the faint hope that he might yet release him. But the man did not only look not ready to do so, but to Henry's horror, he had taken out his dick and was masturbating as he watched him die. That was when Henry realized that flopping between his legs, his own penis had gone erect, making him feel embarrassed tremendously. A fact that would have been front and center in his mind if it were not for the fact that he needed air.
Things were quickly getting worse. The lack of air showed on his face which had gone from a dark red to an unnatural purple. Making his once beautiful features appear monstrously and grotesque. The intense pain he felt was nothing compared to the horrific ringing in his ears as he continued reach for the ground with his toes. Missing by just an inch, “Just one more inch to save myself” is all that Henry could think. 
By this point, the noose had dug so deep into his neck that a steady dribble of spittle was spilling out of his mouth, even as he kept making those ghastly sounding rasps. He needed to get free of the noose now!
Unbeknownst to Henry, his body was already getting weaker with every second that passed by. With every kick and pull on his arms, he was getting closer to the end. He looked at the mystery man in a last-ditch effort to plead for his life. Unfortunately, to his terror the wolf was at that moment shooting his cum onto the floor. The man just smiled at the doomed boy knowing that he would not last much longer.
Henry had grown so weak that he no longer could make his legs or arms move. His legs were spazzing uncontrollably while his arms felt so heavy and numb that he could no longer feel his hands. His eyeballs were starting to go up into his skull. As if this fate of dying like this was not embarrassing and terrifying enough. Henry’s body betrayed him one last time. He felt a pent-up urge in is loins surge through his erection causing him to send a nice load of cum into the air. His last time coming only took five seconds before the final drop fell onto the ground.
Henry last thoughts were that he wished he had never come to this house, let alone, that he could warn his friends of the danger, but specially that Oliver would get to safety. Henry’s stupidity, no, his arrogance had brought them all to their doom. To this monster before him, getting so much enjoyment from his suffering and torment.
Summoning the last of his strength, Henry tried to plea one last time, but the only thing that escaped his lips was a pathetic gasp. The last thing he saw was that the man smiled at him while he zipped his pants up before everything went dark. Now the boy’s body gently swayed in the middle of the room. The wolf admired his handy work while he waited another minute or so for things to take their due course. As expected, the limp body twitched a few more times before the stillness of death took over. Only then did he approached his latest victim and checked for a pulse. He grabbed the canine’s head to look into his eyes. Those eyes that once were bright were now cloudy and dim, with no sign of life. He smiled, getting joy from knowing he would get away with this boy murder just like his last four dozen other victims. He let go of the deceased child’s face causing the head to drop to a down position. As if poor Henry was looking at the floor. 
“Don’t worry boy! Your friends will be joining you soon.”  The killer stepped back to get a better view of Henry and just then, thought of how he wanted his next victim to die. Suddenly excited and looking forward to his next kill, he smiled and set about making everything ready.