(This is going to be a different kind of OC. Rather than being a neighbour, she...well, just read and you'll find out.)
As you exit the terminal, you see a strange sight you never noticed before. Across the street is the most dilapidated house you've ever seen. The grass was extremely overgrown, even by monster standards, the paint was peeling, there were holes in the room, and all the windows were either shattered or boarded up.
The ground begins to shake as footsteps approach, and a massive shadow looms overhead. "Hi Rick!" You know that voice, and turn around smile as you look up at your grootslang friend, Josephine. "Hello Josie." She bends down and her snake/trunk gives you an affectionate lick.
"What brings you to Summer Side?"
"Phyllis told me they're we're some new neighbours in town, so I decided to pay some of them a visit."
Josephine picks you up and holds you in her palm. "I could give you a lift if you want. Then later we could go back to my place for some lunch." So you spent the morning going door to door with Josephine welcoming the new arrivals to the neighborhood. For the most part, they seemed friendly enough. But there was one, a grumpy old werewolf named Walter, that rudely told you to piss off and slammed the door in your face.
Afterwards, Josephine took you back to her house. She sat you on the table and started fixing lunch. She always kept human food on hand for when you came to visit. As you ate a sandwich she made for you, your mind drifts back to that strange house you saw.
"Hey Josie, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"I was just wondering...do you know anything about that abandoned house down the block?"
Josephine freezes, and looks up from her spaghetti and eyeballs with a mix of fear and hesitation on her face. "Why do you ask?" You shrug. "I just thought you might know why it was abandoned, since you've lived here for quite a while."
"Well....it's abandoned because a serial killer lived there."
For a moment, there was awkward silence. Then you burst out laughing. "That's a good one, Josie. I actually believed you for a second!" Josephine scowls. "I'm serious! That's Kitty's old place!" You only laugh again. "Kitty? Sounds more like a stripper's name than a serial killer."
Josephine snorts angrily. "It's no laughing matter, Rick. Fifty years ago, there was a rakasha that lived in that house named Kitty Kooger, but the news called her The Summer Side Slasher." "What's a rakasha?" "Basically a weretiger, but able to use magic. Anyway, she would lure unsuspecting monsters into her home and..." Josephine hesitated to continue. "And what?" You ask "Let's just say the stuff she did to them was unspeakable, and leave it at that. She was eventually caught, but was released on a technicality. After that, the residents of Summer Side formed a mob, and...well..."
"What?"
"They killed her. No one has lived in that house since."
After you finish your lunch, you bid Josephine farewell, and head back to your home in the tree. That night as you lay in bed, you think about what Josephine told you. So, even Scream Town, the nicest place to live in the monster world, has it's dark secrets. In this case, a local mass murderer. You figure at least it was a long time ago, long before you were even born, now there's nothing to worry about.
The next day, you're on your usual morning jog when you pass by Kitty's house. It looked a creepy and foreboding as ever, but there was something about it, something hypnotic that forced you to stop and stare at it. You know curiosity killed the cat, but you just had to see the inside of the house for yourself.
After spending an hour fighting your way through the jungle that was the front lawn, you reach the front door and crawl under the small space beneath it. Just as you expected, it was even creepier on the inside. Old furniture, peeling wallpaper, dust everywhere, etc. Then, you hear a voice whisper on the wind.
"One, two, Kitty's coming for you...."
That's when you had enough this place, and you scurry back under the door and outside. Just as you make it out, you hear a loud scratching noise on the other side of the door, like claws on a blackboard. You run back across the lawn, and all the ay home, not daring to look back.
Later that night, you're just getting ready to go to bed, when the phone rings.
"Hello?"
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