The House: Part 2 [by SilverOwl]

The House: Part 2 [by SilverOwl]

The Henderson family spent the next week in the house, with few incidents. The sounds of fluffies laughing and playing has played a few times a night every night. The sudden sound of fluffies playing and chattering spontaneously occurs, and then stops after 6 or 7 seconds. Amber grew increasingly more agitated, with anything concerning fluffies. Sunshine now slept in her carrier in the garage, as opposed to the foot of the bed where she use to sleep.


Week 2


Monday morning

Jeff leaves for work at 6:00am, and Savannah catches the bus at 7:30am. Amber is left alone in the house on her day off. She wakes up naturally around 9:30am. She gets undressed and heads towards the shower. Turning on the water she puts some music on, and relaxes under the hot water. The smells of her soaps filled the air with steam. She felt hot steam lift off her body when she turned off the water, and grabbed a towel. A loud voice, “MEANIE MUNSTAH GET SOWWY POOPIES!!!” Amber was suddenly covered in a spray of fluffy shit. The smell was rank and sour in her nose and mouth, as half of it was caught by the towel and the other half her body. As suddenly as it appeared, the smell, and the physical manifestation of it disappeared. Amber was breathless for a few moments. Looking herself over, she could not find any signs of shit anywhere. Amber got dressed and stormed down the hall to the kitchen, to make coffee. Sunshine was out of her carrier happy to see Amber, “Sunshwine wuv ou!” Amber glances towards the fluffy wagging its tail happy to see her, and her expression turns to anger, as she kicks the fluffy in the side. Sunshine immediately, “SCREEEESS!!! Worstest hurties mummah!” Amber is tempted to kick it again but restrains herself. The rest of the day is without incident, but the smell of random fluffy shit can be smelled periodically.


Tuesday


Amber goes to work at 8am, and Savannah left about a half hour before, for school. Jeff sits on the couch and starts watching TV with Sunshine. The “dancie babbehs” channel was her favorite. Jeff played on his phone during the mindless dancing show, as Sunshine was pressed to the screen loving every minute. The sound of a fluffy crying was noticeable in the room. It was accompanied by the sound of another fluffy crying.

Huhuhuhuhu Tee-bee is a meanie!!!
Huhuhuhuhu Fwuffy wan make dancie habs no weggies!
Wan weggies wan weggies!!!
Munstah take fwuffy weggies!!! dey wuz gud weggies!

The physical manifestations of dozens of pillowed fluffies, all crying about their lost limbs filled the room. One was on Jeff’s lap and then he noticed it. The fluffy looked dead but it was animated and crying. Its flesh smelled like it was rotting and it had signs of decay over its skin and fluff. Jeff let out a loud scream, and Sunshine began to cry. The two of them had not looked behind them on the couch to see the figure of an old man in a button up shirt and slacks standing behind them. His face looked decayed and leathery, with vacant black eyes, that seemed dead in the light. About 5 seconds after the fluffies appeared, they disappeared again. Sunshine let out a lot of “scardie poopies” during the incident, and ruined the couch. Looking back at her mess and then to Jeff, “SunShine sworry daddeh all thos scawy fwuffy make me hab worstest scardies daddeh!” Sunshine starts to cry as Jeff looks at her coldly, “You made bad poopies, Sunshine. It’s time for a sorry stick!!!” Sunshine begs him from the couch still sitting in her mess as Jeff goes to the closet and grabs her old training sorry stick.

He looks at the size of it, and reasons it won’t suffice. He goes to the kitchen and gets a wooden stirring spoon. Without warning he SMACK the spoon into Sunshine’s thigh. The fluffy “Scrrreeeesss!!” in agony, and then CRACK! the spoon lands a different spot on her thigh closer to her butt. The fluffy has tears streaming down its face, SMACKKK as the spoon lands right between her butt-cheeks. The fluffy is howling as he repeats that same spot, turning the spoon on its side and landing a hard blow WET THUD to her “poopie pwace an speacial pwace.” The fluffy’s eyes widen as it screams and cries, “Poopie pwace hab worstest hurties!!!” Jeff lands a few more blows to the fluffy, before picking up the couch cover and throwing it in the trash. Hearing from Jeff about the incident she nods almost accepting the paranormal activity, and instead lands another swift kick to Sunshine, who now hides from mommy and daddy. She still seeks attention from Savannah who seems largely unaffected by this.


Wednesday


Jeff and Amber both went to work in the morning, and Savannah went to school. Sunshine is left alone in the crate in the garage. It is getting cold out, and even being a fluffy, she still shivers in the cold crate. She can hear the other fluffies, the “meanie, and scawy ones”. It sounds like they’re laughing and playing all around her crate, and sometimes one pokes its face into the carrier window and scares her with a gruesome face. One had its eyes removed but still looked straight at Sunshine, “Fwuffy cee-pwaces hurt, munstah took them”. Sunshine let out some “scardie poopies” seeing the eyeless fluffy. Another had missing teeth and a missing lower jaw, and just gushed some fluid into the carrier when it tried to speak to Sunshine. The fluid pooled on the floor as Sunshine trembled and let out some more “scardie poopies”. All of the fluffies chattered, some seemed happy, while others seemed scared, sad, or in pain.

Fwuffy wuv wun an pway…munstah take weggies
Babbeh am dancie nu-cee pwace babbeh
Munstah is comin hide frum munstah babbehs
Fwuffy wuv bwockies
Wingies gon munstah take wingies
Skettie wand is a wie
Fwuffy gib munstah sowwy poopies…munstah take fwuffy poopie pwace gib hurties
Hewwo fwuffy in bawk! Am gud fwuffy bu nu moar pwetty from munstah

The fluffies were all mutilated and deformed in some way. They carried with them a dank smell of old shit mixed with a stale antique store smell of taxidermy. The fluffy chatter stopped in an instant and Sunshine was left trembling covering her “cee an hear pwaces” with her hooves. The sound of office shoes on the garage floor made her blood run cold. The footsteps approached the crate slowly. The sound got louder the closer the steps came, and then they stopped. The presence of something cold and menacing loomed over the crate. Sunshine noticed the inside of the carrier lost most of its light from a shadow of something, but she couldn’t see what it was from. She trembled feeling the presence over her for the next 6 hours, until it suddenly vanished as the garage door opener sprung to life and lifted the door.

Car headlights flooded the inside of the nearly dark garage, as Jeff pulled his car inside. Getting out of the car and walking towards the door to the house, Jeff passes the crate. He looks inside, smells fluffy shit, and rolls his eyes at Sunshine, walking into the house. Sunshine spent another two hours in the create, before Amber’s car pulled into the garage. Amber got out of the car and approached the crate. She didn’t lean down like Jeff, she just stood over it for a minute, before picking it up and taking it into the house. She walks the crate through the house, and to the back yard. She takes out the garden hose and blasts Sunshine with cold water, “You filthy shit-rat” she mumbles under her breath. The cold water blasts Sunshine cleaning the shit off her, “BAD WAWA COWLD WAWA NU GUD FO FWUFFY!!!” The fluffy “SCREEEs” and protests as its cleaned aggressively with the freezing cold water. She turns the hose off having cleaned the shit off the fluffy, and the crate, and leaves the crate out on the deck in the cold to dry. Sunshine shivers as nightfall slowly eliminates all light from the backyard, and the only thing that can be heard is Sunshine shivering in her crate with ice crystals forming on her fluff. Shivering with her teeth chattering, “Ssssuuunnnnshhhwiiinnee hab worsssss wwosssstestt coooowwllddy hurttiess.” A voice joins Sunshine, “It always cowld fo fwuffy dat foreba sweep”. A “nu weggie” fluffy is suddenly in the crate with her, its face has been scraped away to expose muscle and bones of the face. One of its eyes has a safety pin through it, and the other eye looks red and raw like someone had taken sandpaper to it, blinding the fluffy. It’s teeth are also mostly missing, having been removed by pliers. The fluffy also has various sharp objects sticking out of its flesh, tooth-picks, sewing needles, and thumb tacks. Sunshine’s eyes widen as she lets out some more “scardie poopies” at the sight of it, “mmmmunnstahhh nu gib fwuffy ffwwufffyyy hurrtiess pweasseee”. The fluffy starts to oddly laugh before just sitting there still as if dead, quietly bleeding in the crate. Other fluffies can be heard in the backyard chattering about being cold, or being buried in the ground.

Fwuffy wiv in gwound noa
Fwuffy nu go skettie wand when munstah make go foreba sweepies
Where mummah, babbeh am cowld
Fwuffy wuz nummed by buggy munstahs
Huhuhuhuhuhu worstest cowldy

Sunshine almost use to the creepy fluffy chatter, shivers from the cold. Her blood runs cold when she hears the sound again of foot-steps walk towards the crate. Again the footsteps stop as they come close to the crate, and a presence looms over Sunshine. Sunshine is too scared, cold, tired, and hungry to even think straight as her little fluffy mind races. All she wants is to be warm, stop being scared, and have “nummies”. An old man’s voice full of malice breaks the silence, “Death is cold.” The old man can be heard wheezing over the crate. Sunshine is again blasted with cold water, as her “scardie poopies” are washed away, but she is again soaking wet and freezing. It was like the old man’s presence suddenly became Amber, and she was angry about the “scardie poopies”. She maliciously washed Sunshine, making sure to get the hose pressure on high, and blasting her in the face as much as possible. Amber hated Sunshine, she didn’t really know why, but the fluffy made her feel cold anger mixed with disgust. She aggressively picked the crate up, and threw it in the dark garage as Sunshine “huhued” and complained of “worstest heart hurties mummah nu wuv Sunshwine nu moar.” Amber didn’t care, and closed the door to the garage leaving the fluffy in darkness.

The darkness was soon filled with fluffy chatter, and then the sound of office shoes again which made the room fall silent. The shoes stopped at the front of the crate, and in the darkness Sunshine thought she could make out two legs standing in front of the crate. Eventually she fell asleep shivering.


Thursday


Amber and Jeff both went to work in the morning as Savannah went to school. Sunshine spent another long day with the fluffies chattering around her crate. Their chatter took on a tone of recruitment for Sunshine. Sunshine had grown accustomed to their monster like appearances and they started to invite her to play with them. A foal with no back legs, dragged itself with its front hooves towards Sunshine’s shivering mass, “Sunshwine come pway wif babbeh foreba! Babbeh wuv ou.” Sunshine trembled, “pwway…pway foreba?” Another fluffy face that had been worked over with a steak-knife with stab wounds and lacerations over it appears next to Sunshine, “Munstah gib Sunshwine foreba sweepies an ou pway wif us foreba.” The crate door opens by itself, much to Sunshine’s amazement, as the fluffy laughing and chatter quiets and is replaced with a single fluffy voice not associated with any body. The voice motions Sunshine out of the crate, “Come out an wet fwuffy helwp Sunshwine hav foreba pway an fun.” The voice leads her a step ladder in the garage, where the voice tells her to climb it. The step ladder has 6 steps, and stands approximately 5 feet tall. She awkwardly climbs the ladder with her clumsy hooves. At the top looking down she sees the floor so far away. It looks really high up and she feels her stomach sink at the dread of falling. The voice assures her that “If fwuffy fwy off wadder den pway foeba wif fwuffys. We am gud fwuffies make gud poopies in witta-bawk.” Even in death, these creatures bragged about shitting where they are supposed to. The voice gets closer to Sunshine, until it seems right on top of her, and then the voice seems to come from inside Sunshine’s head. Sunshine looks expressionless, and jumps forward in an arch. She soars about 8 inches up into the air and begins a downward trajectory over five feet in the air. She feels so free and weightless for about 1.3 seconds. The dull sound of cracks are heard as Sunshine lands on the concrete, and fractures all four of her legs. She doesn’t notice the pain at first, and looks over at her legs with compound open fractures, as bones stick out of her legs now in sharp fragments. Then the pain sets in, “worstest hurties!!! weggies hab worstest hurties!!!” Sunshine is in agony with her eyes clenched, as she hears the sound of office shoes, approach her position in the open garage.

The footsteps stop, standing behind the fluffy and its broken limbs. A gnarled hand reaches forward with its index finger extended, and gently begins poking Sunshine’s broken limbs. A phlegm filled laugh resonates in the garage as the fluffy squeels in pain from the tapping of its fractures. The old man tortures Sunshine in this fashion for three hours until Jeff’s car pulls up, and runs over one of the fractured legs, smashing it into paste. Jeff doesn’t even care that he thinks he just ran over Sunshine, and goes into the house to find food. An additional 45 minutes pass until Amber’s car pulls into the driveway, running over Sunshine’s tail, which elicits a loud “SCREEEE” as this is a new hurtie. Sunshine sees Amber, “Mummah! Sunshwine hab su many hurties! Hewlp Sunshwine!” Amber rolls her eyes, and picks Sunshine up from her mane, with her tail still under the car tire. The resistance causes Amber to yank the Fluffy upward which rips its tail off. The bloody end of tail hit the ground with the other end under the tire. With smashed and fractured legs, Sunshine is tossed back into her cold crate, and loaded into the trunk of the car. Her body shivers going into shock from all the trauma.

Each bump in the road is agony as it jars her broken bones, shes cold, hasn’t eaten kibble in a couple days and has the worst “tummeh hurties”, and is exhausted. The fluffy clinic is cheap, and full of abusers. Amber checks Sunshine into the clinic and fills out some papers. She’s told by the front desk receptionist that the fluffy would be patched up and ready to take home tomorrow. Sunshine watches in pain while “huhuing” as Amber or “Mummah” walks away abandoning her, making her cry harder, “Weggies an heart hab worstest hurties.”

Sunshine is sedated, and her legs crudely amputated by the Fluffy Clinic technicians. Her tail is simply cut off as it was too mangled from the car, and her stumps were crudely stitched up to form ugly knobs. Sunshine is picked up the next evening by Amber who aggressively tosses the crate into the trunk of the car without saying anything to Sunshine.


Saturday


Sunshine quietly sobs in her crate in the cold garage, “Sunshwine huhuhu is huhu nu weggie fwuffy noa…fwufffy…huhu neba gonna wun or pway bwockies huhuhuhu.” More than the loss of her legs but her family stopped caring for her. She cried and cried for hours in her crate. She felt the temperature in the crate drop enough to see her breath. Something behind her was like ice. Sunshine wiggled her stumps to try and turn to hide in the corner when she felt a cold presence behind her. A dank antique store smell filled the crate as it did every time they appeared. Sunshine closed her eyes tight and started panicking, “Mummah sabe babbeh frum munstahs!!! Mummah!!! HEWWWLPPP!!!” Her cries were interrupted, “Shadup dummeh mare! Ou gib smartie gud feewls!” Sunshine feels two cold hooves plant on the side of her hindquarters as the smartie ghost mounts her. She feels her insides invaded by the phallic member of the smartie that is as cold as ice. Her entire hindquarters are freezing as the smarty releases a freezing spray, “GUD FEEEWWLLLS!!!” Sunshine is left in the crate shivering cold from the ghost rape, and shaking in fear unable to move without legs. She cried for a few minutes until another smartie announced himself, “Dummeh mare gib smartie spwecial huggies or gib foreba sweepies!” Sunshine once again felt two ice cold hooves plant on her thighs mounting her, and again an icy cold phallic erection pushed into the warm mare, until, “GUD FWEEELS!!!” This process was repeated with various smarty ghosts appearing, having their way with Sunshine and vanishing. The smarties ran train on Sunshine all night. Every time one of them shouted “GUD FWEELS!!” Sunshine would feel the equivalent of liquid nitrogen.


Sunday


Savannah Henderson was now 12 years old. Her old fluffy Sunshine wasn’t fun for her anymore. She didn’t want a walking talking plush. She was entering a dark goth stage where death and the finite nature of life were heavy on her mind. Living in the house for the past two weeks had thrilled Savannah, as she thought the paranormal and death were awesome. She had heard rumors from kids at her school that she was living in the fluffy murder house. It was explained to her that an old man use to live there, who tortured and murdered fluffies for fun.

Ironically, Savannah had recently seen the appeal in fluffy abuse. She had started in the past week to buy foals in a can. She would like all novice abusers, kill the fluffy within minutes and it would be over. One she held it under water, and it died in less than a minute. Another she shocked with a car battery and a pair of jumper cables, and the fluffy was toast in 0.001 seconds. One of the cans she held a lighter against, until the flame caused the foal to “CHIRRPPP!!!” before the can popped from the build up of expanding gas. The idea of fluffy death was starting to appeal to her, and the idea of taking on the mantle of the old man which had been the abuser town hero, appealed to her. She gave the guy credit, he didn’t just abuse fluffies, he caused a geographic location to have paranormal activity due to his abuse. That was epic level abuse, that Savannah hoped to live up to.

Listening to her Garbage album on loud, she brings Sunshine into her room and places her on the desk. She smirks at her pathetic girlhood pet, now a dull yellow lump of a fluffy, with ugly scars. It had been a day since Sunshine’s rapes at the hands of the ghost smarties, but she looked physically plump. Savannah looked Sunshine over with a quizzical look, “You look fat Sunshine”. She wondered if maybe some other fluffy had been with Sunshine at the clinic because she was showing the early Fluffy signs of pregnancy. Savannah was going to torture Sunshine, but if she could get some foals to torture in front of Sunshine, she would be stepping up her abuse game. She gave Sunshine a pet on the head with a cold smile, and turned off the light, and went to bed. She would get a Fluffy pregnancy test for Sunshine tomorrow, but she was pretty sure she could get some good psychological abuse out of Sunshine’s foals.


Stay tuned for Part 3

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This has taken a turn for the darker. I’m loving it.

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Each foal will be a new vessel for a fluffy soul to escape through~ until they die again at least… ~chuckle~ All smarty litter.

…Unless this is going a ‘freddy kreuger’ direction (bastard son of a 100 madmen) and the old man will be reborn from Sunshine’s 100 smarty ghost train?

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I am glad you’re loving it. I begin by getting a 40mg Delta-9 smoothie. After about an hour, I begin writing. I’ll work on Part 3 tonight.

This fuckin sucks

That does not sound comfortable.
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