The House of Fallen Trees
A Sims 2 Horror Story
I haven’t finished my Sims 3 story yet. I will, but probably not in time for Hallowe’en, so here’s an old tale of mine told with The Sims 2 premades (a house and sims!), inspired by survival horror video games, pitting an unsuspecting heiress against the eerie dead.
(This was a Sims 2 challenge for the Maxis-taste community over at LJ a long time back, but I hope some simmers may still enjoy this.)
Warning: Blood, death, and creepiness. Lots of CC and horror movie logic.
In every neighbourhood, there is always that one strange house. Usually it’s big. And old. And creepy.
They called the house by the graveyard, The House of Fallen Trees. It has sat abandoned for a very long time. And now it belonged to Rainelle.
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Any other time would have been a good time to explore the old house. But Rainelle worked long, odd hours, and she couldn’t get away any time there was sun out. There really wasn’t anything to be afraid of, she thought. There were no such things as ghosts.
She snapped her head towards the sudden flutter of startled crows that were roosting on the rafters.
… is someone in the window?
Just my imagination.
She took a deep breath, scolded herself for her irrational fear and walked up the steps.
The place was old. There was a layer of dust and cobwebs over nearly everything. It smelled of must and earth. As she stepped over the worn carpet, the floor boards underneath creaked and groaned.
Strangely enough it seemed that no one has touched the place in all the time it has been empty. She took out her flashlight and began to look around. The electricity seemed to work. She found a light switch and flipped it. The lamps lit up, then dimmed considerably. Still, darkness clung to the weaker light like the webs on the wall.
Strange… she wondered what those dark stains on the carpet were.
The lights flickered a few more times before dying again. Rainelle sighed. Rewiring the house properly would probably be the first thing she’d need to do.
Getting rid of the creepy art would also be high up on that list.
As she walked into the kitchen, her footsteps alerted the current denizens of house. She shuddered at the sight of the rats scurrying under the counters.
Time to go upstairs. She braced herself. There was still nothing to be afraid of, she repeated to herself. There’s no one here…
This door is locked.
She went the other way towards the second bedroom.
This door opened into what must have once been a child’s bedroom. It was extremely cold in here, and very dark. Even with her flashlight, it took a while for her eyes to adjust.
The lamp was on in here, though it flickered erratically. Her eyes must not have adjusted… she had to blink a few more times.
She thought she heard wind chimes. It sounded like a lullaby.
Something in here was casting strange shadows…
She chuckled nervously. She was only scaring herself. There was no one in this room. Obviously.
Up to the third floor.
This room is empty.
It’s cold here. I can feel it down my spine.
She headed towards the last bedroom.
What is this?
Cute, she thought. Someone did manage to break in here. Kids probably, playing with a ouija board just for kicks.
She lit one of the candles. She wondered if this thing worked.
Someone had left a note… maybe the ouija’s last message?
“They locked him up and threw away the key…”
She thought of the locked room on the second floor.
She stepped out onto the balcony.
Something was moving in the wind across the backyard. It was catching street lights in an odd way. She wondered what it could be.
“…and threw away the key…”
Rainelle headed back downstairs.
The yard was in sore need of landscaping.
And the garage was full of junk.
She was careful to walk on solid earth around the pond. Last thing she needed was to fall in. She wondered how deep it was.
She shivered. There were headstones back here! She wondered if it was part of the lot, or maybe graves from the neighbouring cemetery.
She found what was glinting.
There was a key hanging from this tree’s branch.
Rainelle had an idea that this must be the key that opened up the first room.
She headed back into the dark house. For some reason, she had to know what was in there.
This couldn’t wait until daytime? A voice inside her nagged.
She had to force it a bit, but the key fit into the lock. And it turned.
Just another empty bedroom. What did she expect?
This room was just as cold as the child’s room. It was a strange kind of chill that seeped into her skin and pricked her like small needles.
She gasped as the lights buzzed and flared on again….
They locked me here and threw away the key.
Her scream seemed to drown and get lost in the darkness of the house. She’d never screamed louder in her entire life.
She had to…
… get out of here…
Her heel caught a crack in the old wood stair…
The last thing she heard was the snap of her own neck.
Rainelle’s ghost still walks through the House of Fallen Trees to this very day. They say she died of fright…
Thank you for reading!