Haunted Heist : La Casa Manavi

Chapter 01

5 years later, on All Saints' Eve, as teciqla roams over the cups of every men, woman and children in their homes with heavy rain taken over the entire town, flooding every gates and streets whilst people are gathered around the gates of La Casa Manavi, for the wonderful life to death game show, presented by the very same, WIC Company itself.

Anthea, flowered from a crying little girl, to a strong brave phoenix who is now surprisingly good in her English as she stands towards the shut gates of La Casa Manavi, as crowds of people are staring through the masses of crowds that falls eager to listen to her words of speech, cameras brought in from all structures and press, thanks to her new position within the WIC Company.

"5 years ago, on this very day, I lost my friends and my life at this very place, today, it remains as one of the haunted places ever to exist, with no one having returned alive from setting foot within this place." said Anthea (jeez, look how she speaks out, girl really knows her language now, wish Max could have seen this, but I'm getting ahead of myself, anyways with rather a strict tone utters this speech, which I understand, losing the lives of everyone you know can be quite.. fragile, but anyways, she hasn't shut her mouth yet, so here it goes.

"Today, that stops, after years, with the help of the WIC Company and Cadlerman Associates, The Gold with the ghost program is back, telecasting live from what's going on within the mansion, rather than what went through the place while they were gone, with the help of this." said Anthea with a splinter of pull towards the cloaked gadget, only to reveal a camera that could reveal the secrets of this beauty to the world.

Camera light through the place, with hundreds of media struggling to take photos of this bad boy, but why? can't they just carry the camera instead of building a badass one themselves, they might ask?

Well, the answer is simple, five years ago, as well as the exploration teams back, were all sent with cameras, only to get dark footages with screams of every spirits that linger there.

So, we stopped and forgot about it, until however a lucky guy managed to c***k it, this lucky guy, you're about to find out, but let's go on with Anthea's epic announcement.

"As we stand here, witnessing this amazing tech, which will allow us to see what exactly will be going down there, but who will lead? not me, since I have more destructive memories about it.

And I will not let anyone else to go through what I did, then frankly, who will? you might ask, the answer is simple, if we can't sent out the best, we'll send the worst, and I mean just the worst." said Anthea with a hint of thought she may have done the wrong decision, but who can say? maybe this will turn out to be good, or so they thought.

From the tips of rainfall flood, a large caravan of armoured trucks approach, and like a king making his way through the people, the crowd made way for me and my friends, that's right, here I come.

The once empty roads, the filled pedestrians, the umbrellas clashing onto one and another with unspeakable opera.

"Make way, for our new contestants, in the game of Gold, with the Ghost, who will win this epic prize, who will heist the most dangerous place in the whole wide world, with ghosts as guardians of it, Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our fighters against spirits!" screams out Anthea, with celebration of my welcome.

The crowds cheer out my name as I, Tokyo step out of the very truck, held within shackles, but a goal to trap myself within a house to win my freedom, I thought.

Still, it feels weird, are these people celebrating my deaths? or are they just too happy to see me? Soon, we're about to find out.

"Okay, okay, settle down, make way, make way!" yelled off Anthea with a global warm welcome. As me and my crew stand towards the gates as well as Anthea herself.

"What a freak." I thought for a second, but a hinting sight of glancing catches my eye, and when I turn my eyes towards it, I find him, the love of my life, or is about to be soon enough.

"Listen up! all of you, those who stand here, are the only contested, each of you are verified, tested, and offered with various types of intriguing offers before, but now that you're here, it's all down to s**t, what I say here are the rules, there will be no adjustments to that, understand?" asked out Anthea to which no reply comes.

Quite surprising to see criminals stay silent, but times are weird, we have criminals for presidents now, anyway, let's let the b***h continue her speech now.

"The rules are plain and clear, just as always, but with a few tinsy winsy changes, each of you will enter in as contest towards the game show, some of you can collaborate, but no fighting amongst yourselves, the moment you do that, you're disqualified, and you're on your own.

Next, once your step in the house, your bidings will be up, the more dangerous stunts you're off to do, the more money you can take it home, and that includes with the cash prize, and thirdly..." continued Anthea boring every little s**t about some godamm rules, like it's going to save our lives, Phhf, she has no idea.

Although, this rule explaining gave me all the time I need, to stare at the gorgeous piece of blondie, who doesn't seem to care he's being watched by his bride to be, such a pity.

"Okay, that's it, let the games begin, here we go." said Anthea, bursting down the gates once again with the kick of her leg.

Me, and my friends to be step inside the gates, with the wave of crowd beneath our back. "What could go wrong?" I thought, and for a second, had I realized what type of a freak show I would have entered, I never might have stepped here in the first place.

The screen shifts off towards the techy geeks, all busy with telecasting our broad walk in onto the Haunted doors of La Casa Manavi itself. Horrified?

Yep, they can be, but, aren't all houses haunted? when was the last time you slept there probably. Anyway, let's cut to the chase.

First time stepping in there, I didn't think much, only that I found the place to be dusty, damm, they haven't even thought of cleaning,

"What is that smell? did something die in here?" I thought.

"Better get your flashlights on, cuz we can't see s**t!" yelled the operator through our mic. Just as each of them start turning in on their flashlight, the very beam of light bashes through my flashlight onto the cold corpse of a ancient dead body.

"Jeez! what the s**t is that!" I yelled for a second, with most crew being horrifed as their flashlight are expanded, more of these pile of bodies are revealed, their scent of rotten smells taken over the entire place.

And to think, this leads us towards the first entrance, god.. anyway, it's not like I stepped in peitu paradise, it looks to be a part hell, so might as well think think I am in one.

"Alright, stop wasting in time, let's go." said the thick headed freak within the group, every group has they right? you don't? maybe you're the one.

"Shouldn't we introduce ourselves first? what would each of us call each other if we're in danger?" asked the love of my life, god, I love calling him that.

"He makes a good point, introduce yourselves, now!" yelled the operator, thinking it would be a better way to attract viewers to a terrifying point of drama, no wonder the WIC Company hired him.

"He's right, we need our names to call out, I'll start off with mine, name's Tokyo, safe cracking and mugging are my thing (and men, I thought) what about you guys?" I asked towards the others. Suddenly the hint falls down towards the plain dust op soldier, yeah, he's in prisoner outfit, but he's a soldier, trust me, I know, I dated one.

"Well, my name is Brandon, Sgt Brandon, until I was dishonourably discharged, don't ask why, next." said Brandon, wow, what a nice name, and you're a sergeant, interesting, I thought.

"Kinze, Kinze Pavlodar, but you can call me Kinze, computers are my thing, and as for why I'm here.. well, I don't have a single clue." said Kinze to which my love draws his concern further towards her.

"What do you mean?" asked him.

"Sorry, what I meant is, I didn't do anything wrong, the WIC Company, they love..." said Kinze as her final introductions forever when operator bashes his voice towards the mic.

"Alright, that's enough, we all know your sob story, yes, computer hacking, p**n watching.." said the operator which pissed of Kinze to a point she roared. "I didn't watch p**n, it was you guys, you did it to cover up.." said Kinze right after the operator interrupts again, the nerve on him.

"Yeah yeah, you want the prize or not? well if you want it, better keep your mouth shut about it, now! you can't piss off WIC Company within a WIC Channel, got it? next please!" said the operator to which the love of my life opens his pleasant tone, drawing his sweet voice almost like a vodka springing on Christmas Eve.

"Fine, My name is, my name, you can call me Tulio, I've worked in alot of places, I know a handful of skills, one of them includes safecracking." said Tulio glancing through they pretty little eyes of his, realising how much we have in common. Until he turns away of course.

"That's it, nothing else, don't ask, next please." said Tulio cutting it short as bald muscle bag opens his mouth.

"The name's Dwayne, I worked with Tokyo here for a about a week, got myself in deep s**t, so I.. pleaded against her, we're cool with that, and my skills, well, I'll let my body talk about that, isn't that right Tokyo?" asked Dwayne with that goatish smile of his.

"Piss off." I replied, knowing this idiots signed up for their deaths, regardless of their excuse, I know the moment those bastards from WIC Company showed up at my cell, I am facing certain death.