Haunted House

 He came to village for a couple of days to rest himself. One house was looking interesting to him and he decided to rent it. People around the village were saying that the house was haunted, because some woman who lived there hanged herself. She was named Anne Sheridan, they said. He didn't mind it so he rented the house. It was big and dusty, with filth covering tables and chairs. Obviously no one entered the house for a long time, probably from fear of ghosts. On the table in the dining room there was picture of Anne Sheridan. She appeared handsome, but somehow strange. Nevertheless he pulled out his stuff, and cleaned the house a bit, and then he walked out to walk a little. Village was a good place for vacation. A lot of people were walking and swimming in nearby river. People were going to parties and enjoyed themselves. A single man could spend great time there, and in the air sense of peace could be smelled. He was walking through the street sellers. One girl attracked his attention. She was selling some necklases and rings, and she looked very much like Anne Sheridan, she was just younger than her. She had deep black eyes, long black hair, and was little pale in the face. She wore black dress. He approached her and started talking.

"Good day.", he said to her.
"Good day. Do you like my necklases?"
"Yes, they are pretty. Are you from around here? What is your name?"
"My name is Julia Sheridan."
"Sheridan? Are you in relationship with deceased Anne Sheridan?"
Girl suddenly felt ashamed while continuing to speak.
"Yes, i am. I am her daughter. My mother was not a good person. She always abused me, and in the end she killed herself. I had to live on my own from that point, and here i am, selling necklases and rings..."
"That is so sad...", man replied.
Some people were walking through between them, so he coudn't see her. When they passed by, the girl was no longer there. He asked some old woman where she went.
"Where did Julia went?"
"What Julia?", said old woman looking him strangely.
"Girl that was selling necklases here. She was right there."
"There is no girl there, young man, Sophia is working there. Oh, here she is."
He saw some old woman approaching. She was rubbing her hands on her dress.
"How can i help you, young man?"
"Where is Julia?"
"There is no Julia, i work here."
He was standing some time there, estranged with mysterious happenings. Old women were watching him curiously, and some of them laughed at him. He leaved that place and started walking by the river. Cold wind was blowing while birds were flying over the river. He walked some time and then he came back to the house. He wanted to know more about Anne Sheridan, so he walked to the nearby house where some old lady was living. Her name was Maria. She made him coffee and they sat in her dining room. The room was full of some strange asian sculptures. He started asking her about Anne Sheridan.
"What do you know about her? Why did she killed herself?"
"Young man, you are asking me some strange things. Anne was married to John Sheridan, worker from village factory. They lived together for about ten years, until she gave him daughter. I don't know what happened, but as soon they got her, Anne was not same old woman. She went completely mad."
"Oh, my god. So she had a daughter?"
"Yes, young man, she had a daughter, and she obviously hated her, because she never let her out of the house. She was living inside like a prisoner. Day after day i heard shouting and screaming from that house, like screaming of cats, it was indescribable. Anne was rarely getting out of the house too, all washed up and crazy."
"And what about John? What happened to him?"
"He was going to work, but he was so sad. They didn't accepted guests, nor they were going to others. They totally confined themselves. And couple of years went by, when Anne hanged herself. She was found two days after, she still hang from the rope in the dining room. John leaved the house after that and became an alcoholic. I still see him in front of the drugstore how he drinks with low-lifes. Poor man."
"And what about their daughter? Did they found her?"
"They never found her."
Shaken by this story, he drinked coffee and thanked to old lady Maria, and he went out. Whole this story was keeping him interested, and he wanted to go all the way to the truth. He came back in house and began searching for answers through the papers that were pilled up in the attic.
He didn't found nothing, so he sat on a chair to rest a little. He got little sleepy when he heard knocking on the door. He jumped and opened the door, but there was nobody in front of the house, just blowing of the wind. He closed the door and turned around when he noticed some passing through the room.
"Who is that?", he asked, but nobody answered him. He didn't know what was going on, but there sure were dark things around. He lied to bed to get some sleep. During sleep he heard some strange noises throughout the house, like some child was weeping, some scratching, banging and walking. He woked up in sweat even more tired than he was before sleep. He looked himself in the mirror and noticed that his beard growed drastically in the past few hours. He washed himself and then got out. He decided to find John Sheridan and ask him some things. All that morbid atmosphere was negatively influencing his psyche. He went to the drugstore where John used to hang out, and in front of it some alcoholics were sitting and drinking beer.
"I'm looking for John Sheridan. Is he with you, guys?"
"What you want John for, huh?", said one alcoholic smilling in his face. Obviously these men were too drunk to engage in meaningful conversation. Just as he began to leave, one man shouted at him.
"I'm John! I'm John!!"
He turned at him and looked at poor man in his late 50's, all dirty and fat. He wore green t-shirt and brown pantaloons. He was totally drunk, and in his left hand he was holding bottle of beer, while with his right hand he was holding on a drugstore wall, so he couldn't fall.
"What you want, little fellow? Sit here so we can talk..."
"I'm interested in your wife, sir. What exactly happened?"
John looked to the ground. Like he was starting to remember things long past, he started talking.
"If only she didn't brought me that damn child! To hell with her!"
"What was wrong with the child?"
"Don't ask, son, you wouldn't believe it. It was a demon child!!!"
John started pissing on the ground, while others alcoholics laughed and rambled some nonsense. He quickly realized that John will not say to him anything reasonable so he went away. While he was approaching house, he thinked about their daughter. Was she born retarded, so Anne hanged herself because of that? But even so, what did happen with the child? It was getting dark when he came to the house. At the entrance some young girl was standing behind street light with her face covered in darkness, and when he noticed her she ran away. He entered the house and turn on the lights. Flies were getting at the light, and he quickly fixed himself some sandwich, and then he lied to bed to sleep. While he was entering sleep, he heard some noises under the bed. Like someone was scratching under the ground to break in. He got himself some shovel, moved the bed and started digging the ground. When he dig enough, he saw some small door below. He opened it and saw horrible monster. It had long hands like some kind of animal, hideous, distorted head and red eyes. But it also had breasts and wore womans dress. So that was daughter of Anne Sheridan!
He moved in side and pointed shovel at monster. Afwul monster got out of the hole below the ground and with its unearthly hands began moving forward to him. He started bashing at it with all his strenght. Monster was shouting with pain, and from its wounds yellow juice was coming out.
"Die, monster, die!"
Monster finally died and he looked at it with horror. Even in its monstrous state somehow it keeped womans character. He was asking himself how this thing could be born at all. Nothing was left to do around here, so he left the house and the village, with promise that he would never again come back.

When he returned to the city he was living in, his stomache began hurting him really bad. It was weird to him that he had stomache problems, because he haven't eat much these days. When he finally got to his apartment on top of 12 floor building, he went to bathroom to take crap. When he looked back in the toilet, he momentarily went mad. In the water there were floating tiny monsters, lot alike Julia Sheridan!
"Oh, no. It can't be. Monster got in myself!", he shouted and jumped out of window of his apartment on to the ground.