Fanon:The Sunset Valley Murders: Difference between revisions

==Prologue:==

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">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 old home. My dad wanted a fresh start.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">We pulled up to the small, cozy, 1-story house. It was built out ofwith grey stones, and had a grey roof. There was a space for a garden out front, at which my mother immediately gravitated to.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“Well, the soil will be ok, I guess.” She said, feeling the dirtsoil. Carol gurgled and slapped the dirt. I watched them for a moment, and then looked at the house.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">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.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">My brother walked in, and pulled my hair,. screamingHe screamed, “BOO!” and runningran away.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“I’M GONNA TELL MOM!” I shouted, running outside. The face inbehind the window was completely forgotten.</p>

<h2 style="text-indent: 0.5in">Chapter 1:</h2>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and it was both Carol and Spencer’s birthdays, a fact which Spencer hated, andbut 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.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">We were all standing around the birthday cake,. It withhad two candles,: one pink, one blue, one for SpencerCarol and oneSpencer for Carolrespectively. 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'Happy Birthday',” I turned around.[[File:Party.jpg|thumb|264px|Party, with Sabrina, Carol, and Spencer, and Rhett in the background.]]</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">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.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“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 cryingto cry.</p>

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

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

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

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

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">“…You don’t have to follow him!” Carol said with 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, eyes glaring.” “<span style="text-indent:0.5in;">What are you doing?!” she yelled at me as she stood up.</span></p>

<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 wasshe obviously never even started. She pushedbrushed past me and walked to her room. As she entered she looked back at me.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Her normally dark blue eyes were now a paledark, glowingmalevolent greenblack. “Leave me alone, Irene”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>

<h2 style="text-indent: 0.5in">Chapter 3:</h2>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">I woke up to bright, industrial, sterile white light boring through my eyelids. There was an incessant beeping noise close by. I opened my eyes, squinting into the bright light. I looked around me. I was in a hospital room. InOn the chairs next to the bed, my mother sat, sobbing quietly into a handkerchief and my father sat, stone-faced. Confused, I said, “Mommy? Daddy? It’s OK, I’m OK now.” I whispered. They looked at me, and Dad stood up. He sat on the edge of the hospital betbed, the starchy blanket crinkling underneath him. He reached out, and I leaned forward, so that I was wrapped in his arms.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Car accident. That’s what killed my teenage brother. He and his friends were drag racing around the back roads of Sunset Valley, swerving into people’s yards and hitting mailboxes, when they lost control. They swerved into the Goth Manor, and crashed in throughinto the living room, where the Goth family was sitting. The car itself exploded, killing both Cornelia and Gunther Goth instantly, and mortally wounding Mortimer Goth. Cornelia and Gunther used their bodies to <span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 11pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">shield</span> Mortimer, which iswas how he survived. Spencer and his friends, VJ Alvi and Lisa Bunch, all died instantly, too.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">For two weeks, I refused to eat. I refused to sleep. I was failing in school. I couldn’t stop the constant flow of tears. I didn’t speak to anyone, and preferred to spend every moment curled up underneath my brother’s bed, going through eachevery memory of him;: some good, some bad;, in my head. Even though he was a rebellious hot -head, he was still nice to me.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">After his death, none of us ever returnedrecovered tofrom normalthe incident, exeptexcept Carol, who seemed completely unaffected and even amused at the sight of our parent’s tears.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Years passed. My parents began to show their advanced age. I was close to graduating High School, with honors. Carol was only a freshman, and she was failing. My father still worked at the Landgraab Science Facility, and my mom stayed at home. andShe usually tended to her garden. I’d seen my sister converse with herself three times over the years since Spencer’s death. Each time, a major tragedy struck Sunset Valley. First, while I was in the 8^th grade, Claire Ursine’s young son, William, fell off of a cliff, near Agnes Crumplebottom’s house. As peoplePeople began to blame Agnes herself,. sheShe was then found, hanging in an unfinished baby’s room in her home, with a suicide note, laying out her guilt over seeing the boy play near the cliffs, and not stopping him. I saw my sister smiling to herself throughout his funeral.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Next, when I was a sophomore, the boiler in the school exploded which killed sitteensixteen people, ten of whom were teens. I knew my sister was the last one who was last tasked to fix it, but when I tried to tell my guidance counselor, she told me it was an accident, and that the machinery in the boiler room was outdated by thirty years outdated. Nobody would listen to me. So, I resigned myself from ever being able to get my sister to suffer the consequences of what she’s doing.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Later, The Goth Manor, after being renovated afterfrom the car accident, was burned completely to the ground, killing Mortimer and his pregnant wife, Bella Bachelor, and her elder older brother. Carol came home during the wee hours of the morning, smelling of smoke and gasoline. Later the same week, the library burned down, and although I have no proof, I feel Carol caused that one too.</p>

<p style="text-indent: 0.5in">Sunset Valley became known as “cursed” over thosethe years. People moved, businesses closed, and the skies turned permanently grey. There was no end in sight, and Carol relished in the sorrow.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">The Visitor was a little girl named Victoria. She had lived in a city called London, hundreds of years ago, with her wealthy parents. She had beenwas an only child, and so she was spoiled and lonely. After she turned 8 years old, her parents decided to move to a small city, now called Riverview. As they traversed the ocean in a boat, the little girl strayed too close to the edge of the ship. Little Victoria fell overboard, but she did not immediately die. She was alive to watch the large boat get farther and farther away. By the time her parents had noted her absence, it was far too late. Her parents tried desperately to find her, to no avail.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">About a year later, Victoria’s mother found out that she was pregnant, and later gave birth to triplets;: two boys and a girl, who she named Henry, Simon, and Emily. Victoria was outraged. She had been replaced! She vowed to get her revenge. And she did.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">When Emily and her brothers became children, Victoria cast Emily’s soul from her body and took it over. She then excitedly told her parents that she, Victoria, was alive again! Her parents were horrified. They begged her to leave Emily’s body, to bring Emily back, but Emily was gone. In a fit of anger and jealousy, thatas her parents wanted the other girl back, she grabbed Simon, her slightly younger brother, and jumped out the window.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">And there's very little I can do to stop her. When she takes over, all I can do is look out from eyes that are no longer mine, as hands I no longer control to cause suffering on unsuspecting Sims.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">I was more than exitedexcited to leave Sunset Valley. The part -time job at the Bookbook Storestore gave me plenty of time to pursue my writing, and givesgave me enough money to save up for Universityuniversity. Two years agobefore, months after I graduated Highfrom high Schoolschool, my father died of old age. My mother still liveslived in the house we first moved into, all those years and tragedies ago. I lived in a small house near the town center, close enough that I walkedcould walk to work every day. Carol lived in a small house behind the City Hall. We never spoke., Untiluntil one day, when things truly changed.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">            </span>I was restocking the shelves when I heard the door slam open, along with heavy panting. I stood up quickly, upturningoverturning a nearby box of cook bookscookbooks.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">           </span>"Irene! Please, help me!" I looked up, and saw Carol, dripping wet withfrom the rain.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">            </span>"What in the Netherworld are you doing here?" I asked her, with barely contained anger in my voice. "You ruin my life for years and expect me to HELP you?" I take a deep breath when I realizerealized that I'm was yelling. My boss came out from the back room.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">            </span>"Irene, take the day off. I can see you have something you need to resolve." he said, nodding to my sister. I nodnodded my head and punchwent out,. allAll the while Carol followsfollowed me, whimpering.</p>

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">            </span>When we getgot outside, I looklooked at Carol closely for the first time. Her light eyes were bruised, her pants were torn, and her blonde hair was stringy. She looked sad and pathetic. Her eyes darted around the parking lot. "Irene, please. I-I did something..." And then she did something I hadenhadn't seen her do since she was a toddler. She began crying. Great, heaving sobs wracked her small frame. I awkwardly hugged her, unsure if this was some kind of trick.</p>