The Kegar house has a story so infamous everyone from around here knows it. See, about 8 years ago a family by the name of Kegar moved into the house. The Kegar’s were a family of 5. There was the dad, Clark, who worked in the salmon cannery by the docks, the mom, Susan, who was a crucial part of the neighborhood ladies society, two kids, Danny who was my age, 8, and Lilly, who was 10. A normal enough family, right? You haven’t heard about the last member yet.
His name was Carey Kegar. Carey was in his twenties, and never was mentioned. Most people didn't know he existed. Carey was Clark and Susan’s oldest son. Danny mentioned him to me once, but only briefly.
“Carey used to like ice cream sandwiches that way.” Danny had said pointing to where I had spread peanut butter over the top before biting into the creamy goodness.
“Who’s Carey?” I asked
“He’s my brother.” Danny said simply, “At least he used to be, before he got disowned...” Danny trailed off, looking dejected. I was about to ask what disowned was when Lilly ran over.
“You idiot!” she said in hushed tones to her brother, “Mom and Dad say we’re not supposed to talk about Carey!”
Danny’s eyes widened slightly, remembering his parents rule.
“Don’t tell!” He whispered, and refused to talk anymore about it.
Later that night, I asked my parents was disowned was, and I got hammered with questions about where I learned that word. After a little while I caved and told them. That next week the Kegar’s came over to dinner, and my dad mentioned the incident.
“So,” my father began cooly after dinner,
“Kalin told us about a sibling of Lilly and Danny’s we haven’t met. His name is...Carey or something.”
Mr. Kegar’s eyes widened slightly, and he looked very angr. Mrs. Kegar paled, putting her hand to her chest.
“Where did you learn about Carey?” Mrs. Kegar asked in a hushed voice.
“Oh, Danny mentioned it to her.” Mom said just as cooly as Dad. Danny glared at me. The Kegar’s stood,
“It’s getting late, we’d better go.” Mr. Kegar said. His voice sounded pinched, and angry. The others stood and one by one left. Danny went last, but before running out the door he punched me, saying “That’s for telling!” The Kegar’s never spoke to us again.
Three months later The Kegar’s stopped showing up to things. After five days of no one seeing them the police got involved. The Kegar’s door was pounded on, and after no answered the police broke down it down. During a search of the house they found all five family members. Dead. Each had been murdered in a gruesome way. Danny had been drowned in the tub. Lilly had been raped brutally, then her throat had been slit. Mrs. Kegar had been suffocated. Mr. Kegar, he had been choked by a noose. Later, words were found carved into Danny.
That’s for telling.
On a father search of the house, a man was discovered hiding in the attic. He had dark blonde, messy hair. A crazy look in his brown eyes. He was handsome though with tanned skin, and a tone body. When the police cornered him he laughed.
“I had to get revenge!” He’d said, “They had to die! After what they did to me!” The man laughed more.
The police dragged him from the house, and he laughed still more. I watched him being taken to the police car. He laughed, and laughed as though he’s heard the funniest joke in the world. Until he saw me.
“Hello little girl,” he’d called, “Come and play with me pretty little girl. I won’t hurt you, I promise. My name’s Carey, pretty little girl, what’s yours?” He practically sang the words. For some reason I was drawn to him. The man, Carey, was fascinating, yet, completely frightening.
“Kalin,” I said, softly, “My name is Kalin.”
Carey cooed, “Such a pretty name little Kalin.” he called, my name sounded different on his lips. Alluring almost. The police shoved him in the car, and slammed the door. I didn’t connect him to the Carey I’d heard about from Danny right then. That night I realised they had to be the same man. I uttered not a word to my parents.
During the next few weeks everyone was glued to their TVs. They had to know more about him. About Carey. We found out, through TV, what we were all asking each other. Carey Kegar was, indeed, Clark and Susan’s eldest. A few years previously Lilly was walking home from a friends when she saw Carey slip into an allyway. Lilly followed him. Carey, in the shadowy depths of the ally was raping a girl. Said girl was, maybe, 12. Lilly was five. The girl was gagged, and tied up. She had cuts from a knife up and down her bosom and torso. Lilly was horrified and watched, frozen, as her brother finished with his victim, and murdered the girl.
Carey saw Lilly then, and told her never to tell, or the same thing would happen to her. She said nothing. Then, something worse happened. Carey started to take Lilly out for a “fun night.” He would make child play witness to his rapes. All the victims had something in common. None of them had hit puberty yet. One day, when Carey could find no victim, he turned to her. “Come here Little-Lilly, let me play with you.” He cooed.
A few years passed, and one day, Danny walked in on Carey raping Lilly in her bedroom. Danny didn’t freeze like his sister had. He ran for their parents. When the Kegar’s discovered what had happened, they called the police. When the police got there though, Carey was gone. He’d left a note pinned to his sister. Pinned with a safety pin, through the skin of her hand. The note read
You’ll regret this.
Lilly denied all of it, and had no memory of what happened. She only knew she wasn’t supposed to talk about him. The Kegar’s moved far away, to the other side of the country, and tried to start over. They stayed hidden, with no phone number, no address listed, praying Carey wouldn’t find them. He did. You know the rest.
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This is from a story about my OCs Kalin and Matt. It seemed short story-ish, so I'm sharing it. This is probably one of the darkest things I've written.
