Jenny Par's house was owned by a seamstress before she moved in it. The seamstress was a widow and she was driven mad by the loss of her husband. In her madness, the seamstress killed seventy-five men and sewed their skin to the walls. Curtains, wallpaper, the roof, they were all covered in human skin carefully stitched together.
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Tattoos, cuts, and scratches were all over the walls and the lady kept to herself. A few years later, the stench of flesh had been washed out and the skin had been washed thoroughly. It looked as if the house was just painted an apricot flavor. Finally, the elderly woman joined her husband in the sky… if you catch my drift…
Jenny Par moved into the pinkish house in 1991 and fell in love with it. Enormous and spacious rooms, three bathrooms, and the paint job was absolutely gorgeous. Why had no one bought it before? As she lay in bed, looking at the ceiling, it seemed to squirm.
She thought of things she could do with her kids. She had just had an argument with them and lost her temper. What could she do to make it up to them? She knew. They could have a 'camping trip' in the living room and tell scary stories by flashlight.
She got out of bed and walked to the kid's room. "Sabrina, Jared," she sighed. "I'm sorry about earlier..."
The children nodded silently, adjusting the covers. "Us, too, Mommy," they said.
She looked at them. "To make it up, we could have a camping thing in the living room."
The kids jumped out of bed, running around the room, hugging her.
"Yea!" they exclaimed.
She smiled and got a tent out of a shed in the backyard. After setting it up, she got books and flashlights.
"Ready?" she inquired.
They both nodded.
Jenny started the first scary story. "There was a seamstress," she read out of a book she found in a drawer.
"She lived on Eagle Ave. in Massachusetts. She was very sad at the loss of her beloved husband, Scott."
‘How do I know that address?’ thought Jenny. The story went on to say the lady skinned people. This isn't suitable for four-year-olds, she thought. Stains were on the paper, like, like… teardrops. Where had she gotten this book? What was the title?
She closed the book, the hair standing up on the back of her neck. She checked the cover:
The address was hers. The diary was… maybe the previous owner's. But that meant…
She shined the flashlight on the wall. A tattoo. Scratches. Flesh. And it was WRIGGLING. MOVING. She walked to it. She gently rested her hand on the…
It was… sucking her in!
She wrenched her hand away from the hole the skin had opened in the wall. A sickly wet sound rang out as it pulsed and moved. It jutted out, madly sucking for her. "Mommy!" Jared and Sabrina yelled. They dived. They tried to yank her away, but missed and landed in the skin. Within seconds, they were completely pulled in.
"Kids!" she yelled.
Then, arms and legs came from the skin. The seventy-five people. They reached…
She was dragged in. A disgusting wet fluid drenched her, but she kept crawling through the squishy skin.
"Kids…” she whispered. It closed on her, wedging her between the skin.
"Ahh!" she managed to squeeze out before she was engulfed.
She was running. An old lady chased her with scissors. 'Seamstress' was engraved in the scissors. She was wedged between a door. The door was closing and she was stuck.
It pushed the air out of her, slowly crushing her bones.
The scissors merged with her skin.
She woke up with a jolt. She was in the skin, trying to slip out.
She was out, crawling quickly.
"Jared! Sabrina!" She saw them crying in a deep part where there was room to sit. Skinless creatures started to emerge.
Arms jutted from the walls, blindly grasping, pulling. She sat down with her kids. All that mattered then and all that matters now is that she sat with the ones she loved and was able to share their last scary story…