Fanon:The Sunset Valley Murders

My name is Irene Funke. I’m here to tell you how my entire family died. I’m not here to blame anyone. I’m here merely to state the facts, how I remember them.

My family moved to Sunset Valley in its heyday, when the only major nuisance was the occasional burglar, or maybe some ghosts. Otherwise, children played in the park after school, teens hung out at the beach, and everyone was living the suburban dream. We were all bunched into the car; me, my brother Spencer, my toddler sister Carol, and my mom and dad, Sabrina and Rhett. We had just moved from Riverview, because a house fire burned down our home. My dad wanted a fresh start.

We pulled up to the small, cozy, 1-story house. It was built out of grey stones, and had a grey roof. There was a space for a garden out front, at which my mother immediately gravitated to.

“Well, the soil will be ok, I guess.” She said, feeling the dirt. Carol gurgled and slapped the dirt. I watched them for a moment, and then looked at the house.

I could have sworn I saw a face looking through the living room window.

I ran inside, and into the living room, but the only thing I saw was some furniture, an old T.V, and an ancient-looking teddy bear.

My brother walked in, and pulled my hair, screaming “BOO!” and running away.

“I’M GONNA TELL MOM!” I shouted, running outside. The face in the window was completely forgotten.

Categories: Fannon Horror Chapter 1