Up on the hill of the small town called Withervale was a old, dark, haunted house. When children went to sleep their parents would tell bed time stories about the house, all with the same warning at the end of the story; to never go nearby the house. In that house, there would live a supposedly crazy girl who had never experienced the warm feeling of a parent. 

A group of teenagers had tried to break in the house at night, feeling sick of the stories their parents had told them at night and wanted to go and see for themselves. With one step in the dark house and they could feel their and see their own raggedy cold breath. Their flashlight stopped working, making the whole experience worse for the teenagers.

 A cool shudder trickled down one of the boy’s spine. Glancing around nervously, James saw old, livingly portraits staring at him from behind layers of dust, seemingly penetrating his soul. Fuck the boy thought. I wanna go home. The boys walked in a ground forward, glancing around and invincibly flinching with every slight sound. James, too walked behind his friends, forward, he couldn’t help himself as he looked behind him, feeling that someone or something was following him. No, he told himself. If you back out the boys will not leave you alone for months. "Wait for me!" He harshly whispered to his friends, not wanting to be left behind. A creak behind him made the boy whirl around. He saw nothing but the empty hallway and the faces in the portraits staring at him. Turn back they seemed to warm him. The teenager didn’t listen, catching up with his friends so he would feel less scared. 

James saw Cody grabbing his phone, using the flashlight from it. The other three friends followed his lead. The boys entered a dark room. "Do you feel that?" Cody asked, grinning weirdly enough. "Goosebumps." "Cool." "Awesome." The friends mumbled, fascinated. James felt a chill going through him, like actually going through him. The boy swallowed a nervous whimper, not wanting to tell his friends. Seriously, if he died he would haunt his friends, lifetime. "Guys, we should go.. I don’t feel good anymore." "What a loser," Cody laughed, making the two other friends immediately laugh along with him.

The chipped golden chandelier above them started flickering on and off, making a low sounds as it did so. "Woah," the boys said at the same time, staring with open mouth and wide eyes at the old chandelier. Carlos looked around him, hearing the wind howling, sounding like a woman laughing. He shone his flashlight, unknowingly he strove off from his friends, following the softly voice, thinking it was a woman. A door closed by itself, spooking the teenager as he let out a shaky breath. The boy turned around, wanting to laugh with his friends, wanting to be reassured by them that it was just the wind. But, when he turned he around, they weren’t there. The boy’s mind went jumble, not knowing what he could do. His friends had left him fucking alone? The boy unlocked his lock screen, calling Cody. No answer. He tried to walk back, figuring out he wasn’t far away from them. 

Cody unpacked something out of his backpack, revealing knifes and paintballs, even a few cans of graffiti. "Let’s fuck this place up," he said "yoooo," his friends howled, liking the idea. Cody tried to hand James a graffiti can. The boy refused. "No thanks." Ugh

There was a thud heard on the ceiling,making the boys turn around. There was another thud. "Those are mice," Cody shrugged it off. They began to vandalize the place, making holes in the walls, tearing off the wallpaper, finding gross, old, dark blood underneath it. 

James watched his friends, he was very religious. You couldn’t do this to a demon’s house. You will be getting cursed. The boy didn’t wanted to do anything with it. He looked at the portrait next to him of a big breasted lady, looking at him like she was judging him. I know the boy sighed. I don’t even want to be here. He looked at his friends, just fucking it up. The boy looked at the door, thinking of running away. 

The boys stopped, hearing a thump above them, it sounded like somebody was walking. And then it just stopped. 

"Guys," James asked, shuddering and shaking as he spoke. "Where’s Carlos?" The friends looked around them, whispering their friend’s name. "Should we split?" Kendall asked, immediately getting whacked at the back of his head by Cody. "Are you fucking insane? Didn’t you see horrors?" "What’s wrong Cody? You scared?" Kendall taunted the boy who became red in anger and embarrassment. "Fuck you," he said, walking in a direction he chose, not caring which direction he went, just wanting to let his losers of a friends know that he wasn’t fucking scared. 

Cody entered in a dark room, whispering out words to lure his friend in. "Is that you, Cody?" He heard Carlos’ voice. Cody’s heart skipped a beat, not expecting a immediate answer back. He was glad though, now he wasn’t alone. "Can you turn the light on?" Carlos asked. "Dude, I don’t think the fucking lights work, just come here so we can get out of this room. Givin’ me the fuckin’ creeps." "Turn on the lights." "Don’t be a fucking pussy and come here before I leave you behind. "Turn on the lights," it sounded more commanding, something Carlos never was. "Alright, calm the fuck down." He stepped more in the room, ignoring his gut to turn around and run. His heart began to sunk to his stomach, hearing the door close loudly. He turned around, quickly trying to open the door, but the knob just wouldn’t budge. "Turn on the lights." Cody’s hands petted the wall, furiously. Then his hand went over something. Fucking finally, the boy could cry. He fumbled with the light switch, flipping it up and down, frantically, but the room remained immersed in darkness. Something brushed his back. Cody turned, but there was nothing. Nothing he could see, at least. It was the straw for him, his eyes getting used to the darkness and seeing a shadow in the corner. The boy screamed a high pitched scream, alarming the other boys in the house. The door flew open, there standing Carlos, asking what the fuck Cody was screaming for. The teenager looked like he had fucking lost his mind. "B-but y-y-yo.. no." Cody’s mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening, running out of the room, and hugging his friend, shaking like a scared cat. "Dude," Carlos awkwardly patted the boy on his back. "We need to like, fucking leave bro," he said, not wanting anyone to see his tear stained face. 

The sound of the door closing spooked both guys, looking at each other before walking fast back, surprisingly finding the group back. "What?!" Cody snapped at his friend who was watching him with a glint in his eyes. "You have something wet on your cheek." With that he got the rest of the friends attention. "Let’s get out of here," Cody mumbled. 

They opened the heavy door, feeling at less ease, now they were almost outside. James looked back, the portraits turned to him, their eyes solemnly on him, some even having the guts to smile warmly at him.  

The group of friends jumped on the two huge rusted metal gates, standing a proud 14 meters hat  were always closed, trying to keep unwanted visitors out. — didn’t helped though— There was always a looming, menacing shadow over the house and it wasn’t any different that night, too. Cody made the mistake of looking at the house, seeing a shadow at the window, watching him. The boy almost fell, quickly jumping on the ground. Shit, he didn’t pee, right? 

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Big  Afro curls hid the brown girl who was sleeping peacefully in her bed with no worries. Her nose twitched, a sign she was going to be awake soon.Gluttony watched the girl, panicky singing false a bedtime song for her. It didn’t worked as he saw her eyes moving under her closed lids. The Sin, as quick as he could, turned around, hoping he came off as he wasn’t just in the girl’s face.  The girl tiredly made a sound, sounding like a whale in need. Something she always seemed the do before she could start her day. She woke up, already in a bubbly mood, seeing Gluttony’s back. "Good momo," the girl said, her arms wide, waiting for a good morning hug. "In my ears, it will always sound like you say ’good peach,’ " "of course you will," the girl said, her smile engraving as Gluttony engulfed her in a big, comfy hug only he could give. 

"Teenagers broke in again," the chubby Sin broke the information. He had to tell his friend, that was a bad side of him. He had promised the other six Sins they would handle it. They could see the breaking ins were visibly tiring the girl out. "Wrath is dealing with it, though." "What did she do?" The girl curiously asked, sitting up as the chubby Sin went to sit comfortably on her bed, a bit too conscious to lay. "Spooked some guy." He sniffed in the air. "You got candy?" A grin creeped up between his lips as the girl pulled out lollipops and sweet sugary candy from under her pillow. "You deserve them." She said, petting his dirt brown curls she had liked to braid always. 

"How many of them?" She asked, Gluttony shrugged, he hadn’t counted. He was in the kitchen as they broke in. But, he was a bit ashamed to tell the girl. Not that she would judge; she never did. "I should see the damage for myself, right?" The girl was scared to see what they had done to her house. This would be the th time they would have done that. Not the same people, but still. She didn’t knew how the stories had begun, but she wanted them to stop. She wasn’t either in their houses, vandalizing their stuff. Believe it or not, everything in the house was expensive and acient. The girl stood up from her bed, immediately slipping into her warm slippers with 3D koala’s faces on it. 

"Let’s see the damage," the girl sighed. Most people would find it hella cold in her house but she got used to it. Besides, her bed was warm. She walked downstairs with Gluttony following her, sucking on three different kind of flavors of lollipops. "Did you know that if you mix watermelon, strawberry and banana you get this amazing flavor," he groaned with his eyes close before sticking them in the girl’s face from behind. "Taste it," he pushed the slippery lollipops against her lips. "Take them all in once" The words had just left his mouth and Lust stood already in front of them. "Take what in once?" She asked in a seductive tone. Not that she had to try. "Lollies," Gluttony adorably grinned, thinking Lust was sharing the same excitement as him. "Are they yours?" She asked, her lips in a pout as she talked. His blue eyes widened, nodding yes. The girl ignored them, trying to get her mouth wide to suck all three lollipops in. Sloppy, she got them in their mouth, looking like a chipmunk. Spit dropped out of her mouth, as she sucked the lollipops. Delicious the girl thought. Lust didn’t listen to Gluttony anymore, her breath hitching as she watched how spit dropped from the girl’s mouth. She caught the spit with her finger, sucking on it, looking them both in the eyes. "Delicious," the woman purred before she got whacked at the back of her head. "You little whore," Pride grinned, walking away from her. He went upstairs, not in the mood to help and clean up the mess the teenagers had made. Gluttony pulled out the lollipops, feeling like the brown girl was sucking them too small. The sound of him popping the lollipops out of her mouth got Lust’s attention again as she grinned. "Let me taste it, too," she purred with a glint in her green eyes, not caring they were still standing in the middle of the stairs. 

Lust was a beautiful one; that was the truth.  Her hair was a rich shade of flaxen. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, green leaves, seeming to always flutter seductive. She absently twirled her golden hair in her slim fingers, not knowing the author was describing her with the best she could. But Lust was just.. too beautiful to describe. You had to see her in person to fall in love. Time slowed down when she batted her long dark eyelashes, smiling like she knew every secret you kept. She stepped into the kitchen, her smooth, thick legs moving gracefully. Her long purple dress hugged her hourglass so right. When she walked pass a mirror or just her reflection, she couldn’t help but look. Her rose red lips pouted, no one had complimented her today. Even thought it was night at the scary hour, everyone was awake. The phone ringed, and Lust immediately perked up, walking to the landline phone. "Hello?" She asked, smiling as she heard the woman on the phone, immediately asking what she was wearing. "Hello Gina," she giggled, biting softly on her nails. "Didn’t you forget to ask how I am? Everyone’s being meaaaan," she pouted playfully. Thank God, the woman understood her. 

Gluttony sat in a corner of the house, talking with one of the portraits. He forgot his name, sadly. But he was too shy to ask, afraid the man will get mad and leave him behind. But, the man used to be a president. But, which one? 

"And then she asked ’Is it your lollipop?’ " he said,  seeing that the big breasted lady was listening into their conversation. She walked over to the other portrait, seeming interested. The president blushed, standing up and asking if she wanted to sit in his seat. The woman giggled, thanking him. "And then Pride came and whacked her on her head!"

Gluttony had deep blue eyes and brown hair that almost fell to his eyes, each thread falling perfectly, weaving together into curls, framing his pale face. He wasn’t like any other guy and well built with big ass muscle. No, Gluttony was a rather cute chubby guy.Instead of a six pack, he owned a chubby tummy. Instead of muscles on his arms, he got thick arms that not saw a lot of sunlight. He didn’t had a jaw you could get cut of. Instead, he had a cute chubby face with rosy cheeks and thick pink lips. Sometimes, the Sin cursed his behind, being hit on from behind, people seeing his thick thighs and big butt, thinking he was a woman. He bit his lip, most of the times nobody bothered him when he was inside the house. The only time it had bothered him the slightest was when he was outside, but Pride was always there to cheer him on, telling him the words he wanted to hear and snatching some candy out of his pockets sticking it into the boy’s mouth.

"I shall call this taste waterstrawba!"

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