The sun had begun to rise over the trees and Leonard Mallory was preparing himself for an interesting day. Leonard had earned a reputation in the small town of Williamsville. He was what one might call a volunteer sheriff; always sticking his nose in places where it didn’t belong. Last month, he had proposed a deal to the mayor and together they thought up a plan that would benefit the two of them. They decided to build a mall in the outskirts of the city. Leonard had marked his calendar for June 13th and now, after months of waiting, the day had finally come. June 13th, the day mayor West was going to sign the papers to make it all official. Leonard couldn’t help but smile as he got dressed. He had worked so hard on this project and all the pieces of the puzzle were finally coming into place. Everything was going smoothly, with the exception of the old Salem house. It was proving to be a real thorn in his back. The townspeople seemed much more attached to it than Leonard could have ever imagined. He couldn’t help but wonder how such an old building could mean so much to so many people. He was aware of the story behind it but it was just an urban legend, a myth that should not be taken seriously. In his opinion, the men and women of Williamsville had to stop living in the past and start living in the present.
Leonard walked outside and stepped into his Mercedes. He decided to take the scenic route toward the mayor’s office so he could see the Salem house for himself. It was the only thing standing in the way of his plan going through. The building had to be torn down or else all he had worked for was for nothing. As he approached the house, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was still early and there were no crazed protestors tying themselves to the house yet. Not one person, not one sign. Seeing as there was no one around, Leonard decided that he might as well check out the inside of the house. As he stepped out of his car, he felt an unexplainable chill travel up his spine. Something about the house gave off an eerie sense of being watched, and Leonard Mallory, the man of few superstitions, was feeling it. He brushed it off and followed the cobbled walkway toward the house. As he reached the front door he took a deep breath; as he exhaled he could have sworn he saw vapour escape from his mouth. “That wouldn’t make sense” he thought to himself, “it’s the middle of June for God’s sake.” He gazed up at the house and couldn’t believe how such a run down place could strike such a fear in the people of this town. Were they really still frightened by it? Even after all these years? He gave the large oak doors a large push and they opened with a creak. Leonard gave a quick look around, making sure nobody was watching him and walked inside.
Leonard walked outside and stepped into his Mercedes. He decided to take the scenic route toward the mayor’s office so he could see the Salem house for himself. It was the only thing standing in the way of his plan going through. The building had to be torn down or else all he had worked for was for nothing. As he approached the house, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was still early and there were no crazed protestors tying themselves to the house yet. Not one person, not one sign. Seeing as there was no one around, Leonard decided that he might as well check out the inside of the house. As he stepped out of his car, he felt an unexplainable chill travel up his spine. Something about the house gave off an eerie sense of being watched, and Leonard Mallory, the man of few superstitions, was feeling it. He brushed it off and followed the cobbled walkway toward the house. As he reached the front door he took a deep breath; as he exhaled he could have sworn he saw vapour escape from his mouth. “That wouldn’t make sense” he thought to himself, “it’s the middle of June for God’s sake.” He gazed up at the house and couldn’t believe how such a run down place could strike such a fear in the people of this town. Were they really still frightened by it? Even after all these years? He gave the large oak doors a large push and they opened with a creak. Leonard gave a quick look around, making sure nobody was watching him and walked inside.
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