House of Corpses (Preview)

My name is Billy Bedoe, and in the sweltering summer of 1969, I encountered the devil incarnate. Her name was Jolie Wheeler, who was 57 years old at the time, and what we nowadays know as a psychopath.

I was 17 that summer and looking to earn my first dollar, so I offered Jolie to do landscaping jobs at her home. It wasn’t long before I became suspicious and fearful of the place and of that woman.

One day that summer, as I was outside trimming hedges, I thought I heard a scream from inside the house. So, naturally, I made my way to the back door and, noticing that it was ajar, I gently pushed it open, only to be hit with a stench that nearly made me faint. It was as if the stench had physical form and was moving right into me. The next thing I noticed was with my eyes, and it was the low light inside. Within that dim, yellow light, there were thousands of flies buzzing aimlessly around.

I had no idea what I had walked into. But something in my spirit told me to brave the flies and run in, looking for Jolie, whom I presumed was in some trouble, as I heard another scream, this time louder and closer.

I lifted my shirt over my head and bolted into the house where I found myself within the most depressing clutter I had ever seen. There were dirty plates stacked on the stone floor. And to my horror, as I was looking down, the stones I was standing on were headstones! Their engravings were facing upright and clear.

Then I scanned around and saw something that both appalled and horrified me…