The Mannin house demon — Paul Bennett

Detective Lester looked round the crime scene and sighed he remembered the three strange deaths twelve months ago. Now this a small boy mauled by some kind of animal inside the old house. He watched as the boy's body was carried out of the house in a black body bag the front door had been kicked open by one of his officers. He had heard the stories of course of Mannin house and how two people had been killed in the basement, but that was pure made up bullshit. No one had died in the basement there was no basement, but these four deaths troubled him. Was the old house cursed he didn't believe in ghosts or demons. ========== He rubbed his hands together and put the collar of his coat up. It had taken him a long time to get here, and he hoped he wasn't too late people were going to die he couldn't help them all. That's the way god worked he saved some, but not others why this was only god knew that answer. Some of the windows bricked up some boarded some only half boarded up and others open. It truly looked like a haunted house and he quickly turned off the torch. He was here and he didn't want the demon to know that, he would wait and bide his time.