Tekomi Mansion |
Alot has been told about Tekomi, who he was, why his mansion looks like it does today, and why, at night, pittiful shrieks echo through corridors, filling the house with dreadful life once more. A long time ago, there was a noble man named Tekomi. And he lived in a beutiful mansion, with a wonderous and exotic garden. And with him lived his wife, thier three young children, and their servants. |
Tekomi made a living by his share crop plantation behind the mansion. He also had a large private pumpkin patch on the other side of the river Wanoh, which ran through the house for drinking and bathing purposes. Now Tekomi was a very wise man, he fastenated himself with books, and had the largest library in the village. His favorite type of book were ghost stories. Soon after he began to read many at a time, his imagination ran wild when he read. Ghosts began appearing in his kitchen, in his garden. Tekomi had terrifying dreams of his wife killing thier children, eating his money like toffee on a glass plate. Soon he didn't know the differance between dreams and reality. He began to have visions of his servants murdering him. |
That is why, late one night, he crept into his bedroom, where his wife lay sleeping, and slit her throat coating his knife with the dark blood. A deafening scream echoed through the house, then silence. The servants rushed in, and them too, he murdered. Next were his children, two sharing a room, one all by himself. Using his knife he slashed their stomachs and chests, staining the sheets with the deep red liquid which followed. The eldest child ran, deep into the forest, past the river, but was never seen again. He buried his family near the river with unmarked graves at night, so no one would see him doing this dreadful task. |
But the blood of the innocent flowed into the river, making it a deep green. The plants began to wither, the dirt holding the plasma, choking the trees. The pumpkins turned red on the inside, black on the stems. The berries of his fruit tree fell rotten before they ripened. Tekomi, filled with madness more than ever now, began to run the streets at night, stealing children and wives, sometimes husbands, and locking them up in his large under ground chambers. And then, sliced open his stomach as he did with two of his children, and with a deep groan, fell atop his bed. Many years past, the house by what used to be the wonder river Wanoh was forgotten. Until, at least, a group of historians went on an expitition to find it. The insides are tattered, and through the night you can still hear the terrified screams of the captives, left without food or water to have thier weak bodies knawed on by rats and such, till certian death. |
