I was moving into a new house. It was located in the country, and the former owners had sold it for a ridiculously cheap price. When I had seen how cheap it was, I bought it immediately. Though it was quite a nice house, the family seemed to have been desperate to get rid of it.
I pulled up into the driveway in my small car. It was summer time. I looked up at the house. It was a decently sized house, especially for just one person. It was painted bleach white. The yard had two maple trees, and the rest was unkempt cornfields. there was a barn and a tiny silo in the back, painted the traditional red-and-white. I felt extremely lucky, but I puzzled about why the family who lived here before sold it for such a ridiculously cheap price, or even wanted to sell it in the first place. It was a mystery that I couldn't solve.
I opened the door to get out when my phone made a ding sound. I pulled it out and looked at the text from my brother. Hi George! did u check out your house yet? I cant wait to c it!! read the text. Frank was my younger brother, only twelve. I was a freshman in college. Now you know exactly how cheap this house was, if a college freshman could afford to buy it with cash.
I sent a reply; It's really nice I typed, and it was, too. The property had nine acres and the house was in excellent condition. I walked up to the front door, pulled out my new key, and walked inside. I explored everywhere, eventually arriving at the master bedroom. I walked in, and the first thing I noticed was the excellent condition it was in, just like the rest of the house. The second thing I noticed was a large crack in the hardwood floor. I walked over to examine it, noticing that there was some black goopy stuff in it.
Gross. I thought to myself. I went downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a cloth, then headed back upstairs. I scooped out the goopy black stuff and went to rinse out the cloth in the sink. Suddenly, it wriggled a little bit. I jumped and stared at the cloth, waiting. It didn't do it again.
"Must be my imagination," I muttered. I went over to the bathroom and rinsed it off in the sink. Immediately a putrid smell filled my nostrils and I gagged, dropping the cloth. The sink began to pour out disgusting gas that smelled strongly like rotten fish. I gagged again and left the bathroom. I waited for the smells to go away, and then I went back in and thoroughly cleaned it out. What on Earth is this stuff? I thought, disgusted. I almost gagged again at the memory.
At supper time I ordered pizza. I waited until the doorbell rang and I went over to answer it. I opened the door to the pizza delivery guy who gave me my pizza. I paid, brought in the pizza, and ate four slices. I put it in the fridge and went upstairs to go to bed.
As I entered the room I noticed that there seemed to be more black goop in the strange crack. Weird, I thought. I'm sure I had gotten it all. I guess not.
After I had cleaned it out, (not in the sink; I did it outside this time), I went to bed. I felt uneasy. A strange dread of the tar-like goop filled my head. I glanced down at it, almost expecting it to jump up at me. What is wrong with me? I told myself. It's probably just some old food that the former owners left on the floor and didn't clean up. I forced my uneasiness away, and eventually fell asleep.
I awoke the next morning and got out of bed. The morning sun shone through the one window in the bedroom at a spot on the floor. I stared down, and frowned. The crack was somehow filled with goop again, overflowing, even. Definitely more than what was there before. I got up and cleaned out the crack again, which also seemed bigger, all the while trying to ignore the uneasiness that started attacking me again.
My Mom dropped Frank off to see my new house, and he went around exploring it, moving on to the backyard when he was done. I thought about the black substance in my bedroom all day, and uncomfortably remembered how cheaply the nice house had sold for. I googled the black goop, but couldn't find anything like it online.
At supper time I went outside to find Frank. I couldn't find him anywhere. I called his name multiple times, and I combed the entire property, but he wasn't there. I began to get seriously worried. I called my Mom. It wasn't like Frank to disappear for a long period of time. He usually got bored pretty quickly, and would eventually just end up playing videogames. I hope he's not hurt. I thought.
"Hey, Mom, I can't find Frank. He's not on the property," I said.
"Who's Frank?" asked my Mom. my blood ran cold. My Mom never did any sort of pranks.
"What?" I said. "You know, my younger brother."
"What younger brother? You don't have a younger brother, George," answered my Mom.
"This isn't funny, Mom. I really can't find him," I spoke, concluding that this was some sort of sick prank. My Mom never did pranks, but I couldn't think of any other explanation besides amnesia.
"I don't know what your talking about, George. I don't have any son other than you," said my Mom. I hung up, my legs weak. What on Earth was happening? I went up to my room to think, my head pounding. On the floor, goop was completely covering the crack, in a mound the size of a dinner plate. I cleaned it up yet again, my hands shaking. What is this stuff? I thought. I began to hate it, even though it hadn't done anything yet. I recalled uncomfortably how it had wriggled in my hand the day before. I really, really hope that was my imagination. I thought desperately.
I freaked out the whole day, worried about Frank, and about my Mom for not remembering him.
I went to bed, feeling like something was super wrong with this house. I tried to tell myself that I was just unlucky, but I couldn't quite manage it. I couldn't explain away the impossibly expanding goop, or my Mom's coincidental loss of memory. It was several hours before I went to sleep, and I didn't sleep very well. I had a dream about someone putting Jell-O on my leg and sloshing it around.
the next morning I realized that my leg had some black goop on it.
"Gross!" I yelled, horrified. I jumped out of bed and almost stepped in a mountain of the disgusting tar-like stuff. It was the size of a large sleeping bag and was spread out in a horribly obvious direction towards my bed. I was shaking all over. I ran around it and barreled down the stairs. I couldn't believe what was happening. It's a sick prank. It has to be, I wished. I began to see why the owners had sold it so cheaply.
I opened the fridge and ate the rest of my left-over pizza cold. I felt like I was going insane. I called my Mom again, but she still denied knowing anybody called Frank. I decided that I had imagined that I knew someone called Frank, and that I was truly going mad. The whole day I tried to distract myself, and I tried to remember Frank not being real. I couldn't.
When evening came I was scared to go to bed. I eventually did, but I didn't go to sleep until one o'clock a.m. My dream was like the last one, except the Jell-O spread up my leg, with big oozing sounds. The guy spreading Jell-O on my leg suddenly pulled out a knife, and he began jabbing it into my leg. I awoke screaming. Then I looked at the disgusting black goop on my leg and felt another flash of pain. I screamed even louder. I pulled away from the stuff, but it stuck like glue.
There was tons of it. It was all the way from the crack to my leg, and it was super thick. Then I noticed something; it was moving. It was slowly oozing up my leg and was coming up in different parts of my bed as well. I screamed involuntarily.
As the goop oozed up my leg, I continued to feel intense bursts of pain on the parts that the goop was touching. I felt it wriggling into my flesh like a giant army of maggots, eating away. I tried to move away but it began to pull me out of bed, oozing under my pants and shirt. Where I didn't feel pain I felt the goop oozing up my body. It felt horrible, like a bunch of slugs were crawling up me under my clothing.
It spread up to my chest, me screaming the entire time. I looked over the bed, and saw a most horrific sight. Half enveloped in the goop were skeletons, picked completely clean. Some were still intact, yet others were spread out. One of them, I noticed with absolute dismay, was wearing my brother Frank's ball cap.
His leering skull grinned up at me as the goop spread up to my neck, pulsating and bubbling. It began choking me as I felt it dig it's way into my gut further down. I couldn't feel my legs anymore, and when I saw part of my foot lift out of the goop for a split second, I saw it had already been stripped to the bone. The already unbearable pain became even worse, and I blacked out as the goop went into my mouth and down my throat.
I died as the repulsive goop psychically wiped everyone's memory about me.
After the goop finished digesting me, it slowly oozed back inside the floor where it had been living and devouring people for the last twenty years.