Fanon:The Sunset Valley Murders







Prologue:
My name is Irene Funke. I’m here to tell you how my entire family died. I’m not here to blame anyone. I’m here merely to state the facts, how I remember them.

My family moved to Sunset Valley in its heyday, when the only major nuisance was the occasional burglar, or maybe some ghosts. Otherwise, children played in the park after school, teens hung out at the beach, and everyone was living the suburban dream. We were all bunched into the car; me, my brother Spencer, my toddler sister Carol, and my mom and dad, Sabrina and Rhett. We had just moved from Riverview, because a house fire burned down our home. My dad wanted a fresh start.

We pulled up to the small, cozy, 1-story house. It was built out of grey stones, and had a grey roof. There was a space for a garden out front, at which my mother immediately gravitated to.

“Well, the soil will be ok, I guess.” She said, feeling the dirt. Carol gurgled and slapped the dirt. I watched them for a moment, and then looked at the house.

I could have sworn I saw a face looking through the living room window.

I ran inside, and into the living room, but the only thing I saw was some furniture, an old T.V, and an ancient-looking teddy bear.

My brother walked in, and pulled my hair, screaming “BOO!” and running away.

“I’M GONNA TELL MOM!” I shouted, running outside. The face in the window was completely forgotten.

Chapter 1:

After living in Sunset Valley for a few weeks, we were quite settled in. This little girl named Bella Bachelor and I became best friends, and my mom and dad were doing great in their new careers. We were all settled and happy.

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and it was both Carol and Spencer’s birthdays, a fact which Spencer hated, and Carol didn’t care about. All she cared about was cake, and getting gifts. I was a little jealous of the stack of gifts I saw, but I was pretty happy just to be getting some cake.

We were all standing around the birthday cake, with two candles, one pink, one blue, one for Spencer and one for Carol. My dad was just beginning to light the blue candle, when I felt something cold. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. As my parents began to sing “Happy Birthday,” I turned around.

In the corner of the room stood a little ghost girl. She was blue, her hair was in long pigtails, and her dress looked like it was from hundreds of years ago. I screamed and reeled back, bumping into the table, and knocking over the cake. The cake fell to the floor, with the candles lit. My mother screamed “PUT OUT THE CANDLES, RHETT!” as Carol began crying. My father quickly stomped out the candles before they could set fire to the carpet. Spencer began yelling at me.

“You stupid little klutz! You ruined my cake! You’re just jealous I’m going to be older than you!” he shouted at me, as I began crying.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“But, I saw a girl! A ghost girl! Over there!” I said, pointing to the corner where I saw the ghost, but there was nothing there.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“You just want all the attention on my birthday! You ruined my cake! And you’re crazy! Ghosts are only at the graveyard! You’re stupid and crazy!” He kept yelling at me, until my mom came over and told him to stop.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“Hey, Spence? Look!” My dad said, opening the freezer. “We still have ice cream!”

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“Good, I guess Irene didn’t mess everything up!” Spencer said, stomping to the kitchen. My mom came up and hugged me.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“Sweetheart, do try to be more careful?” She asked me. I dried my tears and nodded. “Good,” she said smiling. “Do you want chocolate or vanilla ice cream? She asked me.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Everyone forgot, and we just enjoyed the rest of the birthday.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">But, for the rest of the time I lived in that house, I never went near that corner.

<h2 style="text-indent: 0.5in">Chapter 2:

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">A few months after the incident, and a few weeks before my birthday, the true tragedy struck my family. Once Spencer became a teen, he fell in with the wrong crowd, sneaking out at midnight, drag racing, doing drugs, and getting into my parent’s nectar cellar with his new “cooler” friends. Mom and Dad were worried for him, yet to me, it seemed like normal, teenage behavior. Honestly, I was much more preoccupied with my impending birthday party.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">One night, as I was finishing my homework, I looked over to Carol. She was sitting in the corner, facing the wall, and whispering into the air. I slowly walked towards her, hardly breathing, to hear what she was saying.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“…You don’t have to follow him!” Carol said desperation evident in her voice. “He’s my brother, you don’t have to kill him! Kill someone else!” She said. A chill went up my spine. Carol gasped. “Behind me?” she said, and quickly turned around, glaring.” What are you doing?!” she yelled at me as she stood up.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“Uh, who were you talking to?” I asked, afraid.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“Uh, Nobody! Duh! What are you even talking about, you creeper. I was doing my homework, before you interrupted me!” Carol said, holding up a work sheet that was obviously never even started. She pushed past me and walked to her room. As she entered she looked back at me.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Her normally dark blue eyes were now a pale, glowing green. “Leave me alone, Irene” she said, sneering. “Leave me alone, if you know what’s good for you. I mean it.” She said, and closed the door. It locked with a quiet click.

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">I gasped, taking a step back. I tripped over one of Carol’s toys, and I fell backwards, and I screamed as my head struck the edge of the coffee table. As my vision faded, I saw my mother and father run over to me, and Carol’s bedroom door opening slowly.