Voices

Subject: Voices Fri Jun 29, 2012 3:13 pm

Back in 1975 the Gore Albino Orphanage opened and was a very successful orphanage from the outside, but On the inside, it was a total mess. Madame Jezebel the woman who ran the orhpanage treated the kdis so bad that some of them considered suicide as a plausible option to escape the hell hole. In March of 1993 the orphanage was burnt to the ground but only for a few months before it magically rose from tis grave otu of nowhere. Madame Jezebel is back and ready to start her vengeance.

Chapter 1

“The Misses! She’s coming, hide!” a small frail voice would be shout-whispering in the dark to others around it. Little feet could be heard skidding across the small wood floor as a storm was brewing outside of the Gore Albino Orphanage. All of the necessary elements to make this scene even scarier for the children running from their fears were added in the storm. Lightning cracked, thunder boomed, the wind whistled loudly swaying the building a bit from left to right. The rain was soon pouring down after the third crack of lightning and it poured down hard.

The Gore Albino orphanage is located smack dab in the middle of Texas. It is on a large hill and is surrounded by trees and nothingness. The women who runs the orphanage, refers to herself as Madame Jezebel. If you were to take a first glance at this lady you would think she was a rich Hollywood actress, who is all about saving puppies and all that “popularity” stuff. Well the rich part is correct, but who she really Is, isn’t something that would be worth mentioning to other people.

She has had over nine husbands. All she used them for was sex, drugs and money. Her ninth husband and herself opened up the Gore Albino Orphanage on March 23^rd, 1975. All was well—I guess that’s not really the right word to use. How about all was interesting? — With the two of them living together. Not much really happened other than the usual. She and her husband got into it countless times over, they took in orphan after orphan, they did drugs together, and other things, and all of a sudden, he vanishes, but she is the list bit worried out of all people.

Some think she murdered him, others think he left her. Whatever the case maybe she was involved with it someway somehow. However, going back to who she really is, Madame Jezebel is the most grotesque minded person in the whole world. After her ninth husband, she began to do things with the orphans that she did with him. She used them for sex, she taught them how to deal drugs, she even had them find other orphans for her to raise her drug dealing business and use the money from that to make her orphanage more renown.

Once the orphans were in the orphanage, they weren’t able to live the premises at all. They only went outside when Madame Jezebel needed them too, which was never.

There are days when a orphan will fail to complete a task, and those days were ones Jezebel loved the most. It meant that she got the chance to “have her way” with the orphan. She would take them down to this room below the ground floor of the orphanage. It would reek of sweat, blood, and torture. As the orphan was brought down to a large room, she would chain them to a wall as she got herself settled. She would talk to them as she sat down on a heart shaped bed, lighting candles and sewing their name in a diamond on this quilt she had sprawled over the bed.

In each quilted diamond was a different name, and whenever she brought a child down there, she would add their name to their own individual quilt. As she did that she would talk to the child as if he or she was her own child just walking in the house after a long day from school. Once she finished the sewing, her tone would change and she would walk over to the child and rub her porcelain hand across their cheek. As she removed her clothes she would throw them on the bed and do the same with the child. The room that she was in she would call “Home”, now why she called it that no one really knows, but aside from that screams and pleads could be heard from the room as she had her way with the child, and when she was finished she would send her “slave” back up stairs naked.

The other orphans looked after each other always so they had clothes ready for when “She” was finished with one of them.

“Hurry, or else she’ll find us! We are supposed to be in bed!” The child will still continue to whisper as high heels would slap the wood beneath them echoing in the storm. The children had to hide and duck underneath a small table in the dining room area. There are two of them and they are up past curfew, which Madame Jezebel hated.

“Hush! She’ll hear you,” one of the two said covering the others mouth as she would walk by. Each step she took you could hear the children’s heart beat louder and louder. It was then when everything went silent. The wind was whistling through the hallways and the children were quietly panting heavily as they waited for the coast to be clear.

“Found you,” a voice emitted from the darkness as the two children yelped for help. The hands of the women were all too powerful for them both to take her on so they gave in. Then the screams filled the night for hours as the begged and pleaded for her to stop. It was such a horrible noise, you could imagine what it might have looked like but I’ll save you the details.

After the terror was over, and the door to Home swung open, a sudden waft of cigarettes and perfume filled the empty spaces of the orphanage. The orphans did their usual routine when this event would happen. That would normally involve them tending to the mental scars Madame Jezebel had left plastered in the eyes and mind, cleaning them up of the blood that was around their wrists because when she tied them to the walls she tied them tightly to make sure that they would have the opportunity to escape; as if she’d give it to them.

The storm still brewed on and Madame Jezebel was sitting in the dining room, sleeping robe on smoking a cigarette as the chandeliers dull light was the only thing keeping the dark away from the table. It was a long dark mahogany wooden table with porcelain-like legs that curved up at the ends.

Her hands gave her head support as she rested it in them, the cigarette pointed away from her so it wouldn’t burn her at all. It was then when she smelt the subtle scent of smoke. You would think it was her cigarette but it wasn’t. It was a far different smell and it seemed to have been growing and growing.

When she had walked down the hallway to see where the sell was coming from all she saw was the colors red, yellow, and orange flickering and flashing and she instantly began to run to get some water, but when she made it to the kitchen the fire somehow was in there as well. Within moments she saw that she was surrounded by a giant orange and yellow beast. The fact that the fire happened in a wooden building wasn’t the best thing in the world, for her it was terrible, and for the orphans as well, because they all got caught in the chaos as there was no escape and they were in the middle of nowhere.

No one coming to their aid; no phones to call for help; nothing. The way the whole situation was set up you would have thought the fire would have happened a long time ago, but why would it start now? And a few days after summer had started to. How could it have started anyway? So many questions could be asked for so many days and so many years.

Several hours after the fire had started people from afar could see the smoke filter the sky in a giant darkish grey almost black puff of smoke. That’s when they called the fire department, but they were already too late. When almost a whole town of people made it to the orphanage it was already burnt down to the ground. There were no survivors to be seen or discovered and nobody knew what to do about it. They didn’t have the equipment at the time to take all of the rubble with them so they left it

In the event of them leaving behind what use to be an orphanage, several years later the building somehow rose itself from the grave and appears the same way it did the day it opened. People began to investigate this strange mystery on how could that possibly have happened but no one came to a plausible conclusion. However one bit of information did seem to spark people’s interest. They said that they could smell cigarettes and perfume throughout the whole entire building.

A man went there on a investigation trip for his job and three days later he was sent to a mental asylum because he kept rambling on about how he could hear them and how he saw her.

People kept saying, “Who, who did you hear?”

The man would just repeat the words over and over again, “Voices, voices, voices,”