The Horror At The Bruja House

The Horror At The Bruja House
By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright 2012)


DISCLAIMER – This is a work of fiction. All similarities to anyone living or dead is in your imagination. Only fictional characters were hurt in this story – its not real.
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The pretty dark haired girl climbed from her little yellow VW and after smoothing out her short denim skirt turned toward the gas pump. After swiping her card she waited for the prompt telling her to proceed. Once it did she unscrewed the gas cap before lifting the nozzle from its holder and raising the lever.


“Hey sweetie, do you want some help with that? After I pump your gas maybe you let me pump something else of yours?”


The comments were followed by the sound of crude and raucous laughter. The girl turned and scowled in the direction of the man who had spoken. He was standing on the other side of the island filling his big black pick up truck while his two friends sitting in the cab laughed and watched. He appeared to be rapidly approaching middle age and already had a paunchy midsection though his arms were still muscular as well as being adorned with some bad inkwork. It appeared as if he was a construction worker or something similar as he was wearing blue jeans with work boots while his shirt was sleeveless and his skin appeared to be burnt a bronze tone from too much time in the sun. The girl turned away and ignored him as she filled her gas tank when she heard the sound of wet kisses from him followed by some more comments.


“Oh come on sexy girl, don’t be that way. Here I am trying to help you out and you won’t even talk to me. What are you, some kind of stuck up snob bitch? So what’s it gonna be sexy, you wanna give me a ride baby, if you know what I mean?”


She whirled in his direction and without thinking let him have it.


“You don’t have a chance in Hell with me so stop dreaming, okay! Not if you were the last man on earth would I look your way. So just do me a favor and get lost!”


“You don’t have to be like that bitch. Your loss though ‘cause if you took me up on my offer you would be the one dreaming about me every night.”


The girl did her best to ignore him as she slammed the nozzle back into place and put the gas cap back on. Without a look back she got into her car and started the ignition. There was a diner across on the other side of the parking lot and she pulled into a space next to it and went inside. She originally had planned on just grabbing something quick to eat but she was now upset and figured taking the time to have breakfast would improve her souring mood.


She slipped her slim frame into a booth and within a minute the waitress had brought her a steaming cup of fresh coffee. She ordered the pancakes with blueberries and sipped the strong beverage as she waited for her food. It was very good and definitely helped to relax her. Shortly after the waitress brought her plate and asked if she needed anything else to which the girl politely declined. Leaving as large a tip as she could afford the dark haired beauty headed out after eating. Even though it had taken less than an hour the lot already seemed much more crowded than it was before she stopped.


Sighing to herself as she pulled out she realized that it would only get busier. She had started later than she planned as her mother had asked her to do a favor and drop something off for her at the pharmacy on her way. With breakfast it was now already past eleven in the morning. There went her chance to enjoy some solitude at the beach before the hordes of people arrived and ruined it for her. As she drove a red convertible flew past filled with some of the kids from her school. They took no notice of her as she wasn’t part of the popular crowd and consequently barely registered to their minds.


Great, just what I need she thought to herself as she drove. If it wasn’t bad enough the beach would be crowded with people it appeared as if the elite from her school would be there as well to further make the day a rousing success. A mile later she came upon a stop sign and hit the brakes. The road to the beach continued straight forward with another road bisecting it. Turning to the left her green eyes followed the other road as it wended its way up into the rocky hills that overlooked the coastline.


On the spur of the moment she signaled a turn and took the left hand road. For the next fifteen minutes her car mostly ascended although there were some slight gentle dips down but overall it climbed until reaching the hill’s summit. She motored forward at a steady speed until she saw what she was seeking. There before her were the stark walls of a lonely and abandoned structure. The Bruja house everyone in the neighborhood called it as allegedly in the distant past a suspected witch had lived there.


Be that as it may no one had lived there in her lifetime though on occasion young people from the vicinity would hold parties there in order to escape the watchful eyes of their elders. It was during one of those nocturnal gatherings five years earlier that a bonfire had gotten out of hand and engulfed the building. No one had been hurt thankfully and the town had considered razing the place totally but in the end decided the cost was too great. Instead they agreed to let nature finish the job for them but so far the building was winning. It had been built in the previous century when things were made to last and though the fire had destroyed the roof and the floorboards of the upper level the outer walls seemed as strong as ever.


The girl parked her car on the shady side of the house and a moment later emerged carrying a small bag. Pebbles crunched under her sandals as she approached the doorway, the door itself long gone. A few birds took flight and she thought she heard the scurrying of tiny feet from somewhere nearby when she entered the house. The sun was just beginning to peak in over the wall as she looked around.


The girl had been there a couple of times previously but only at night when the place was filled with music and teenagers. It seemed so different to her in the daylight, somehow lonelier and more desolate. Two of the walls had been blackened by smoke from the fire and there were many sections where the plaster had cracked from the heat. The other walls hadn’t been damaged but they were virtually covered with graffiti. Most was just names or curses crudely scrawled but one section had been done by someone of a more artistic bent. They had turned the wall into a virtual rainbow of colors, arranged in somewhat geometric patterns.


The girl walked across the concrete floor as she explored the place but there wasn’t much else to see. In one corner there was a stone stair that led down to blackness to what she assumed was the cellar but she had no desire to explore down there. There was also another empty doorway in the back wall that led outside. Putting her bag down on the floor she headed out to the back. Around fifty feet beyond the structure the ground sloped down steeply as it headed in the direction of the beach. She strolled that way and cast her eyes in the direction of the beach below.


There was already a fair number of people she could see who appeared to her eyes no bigger than bugs from the hilltop. Gulls wheeled about in the sky from over the azure waves and beach up to the surrounding hills and she could hear their shrill cries filling the air. Somewhere in the distance she thought she heard something else but the wind had increased in intensity so she wasn’t sure what. She listened for a minute but when she heard nothing further she turned and retraced her steps.


Once again entering the house she knelt by her bag and pulled some items out. First was a large beach towel which she set out in the center of the floor where the sun was already warming with its rays. Next she took out sunglasses and sunscreen and finally a bottle of water. She pulled her white scoop neck shirt over her head revealing her bikini top beneath. It was white as well and contrasted dramatically against her tan flesh. She sat on the towel and began to carefully apply the sunscreen to her delicate skin as she promised her mother she would.


Once finished she slipped her sunglasses on and lay back on the towel. She had a book in her bag but at the moment didn’t feel like reading, instead she enjoyed the feeling as the sun’s rays warmed her. She was just starting to feel drowsy when the unmistakable sound of a sole scuffling against the floor came to her ears. Sitting up with an alarmed expression she turned toward the front entrance where she was confronted by the man from the gas station who had entered the house and was walking in her direction with a leer on his face.



“Well, well, well. What do we have here? It seems we meet again baby, only this time in a much better location for a little fun.”


The dark haired girl sprang to her feet and backed away as he continued to advance towards her.


“What are you doing here? And what do you want?” she said in a trembling voice as she tried to keep some distance between them.


He smiled at her before replying. “I could ask you what you’re doing here as well but it really doesn’t matter, does it? Fate has brought us together baby and I plan on taking advantage.”


Suddenly the man lunged for her and his speed caught her off guard. She had tried to sidestep him but he was too fast and his burly arm encircled her waist and pulled her bodily to him. She placed her hands against his body and attempted to push him away but he just laughed before he leaned down and forced his rough lips against hers. He tasted of tobacco and tequila and she felt sick as she continued to struggle futilely against his greater strength. The stubble on his face irritated her smooth skin and the man smelled of stale sweat and smoke. His tongue had forced its way between her soft lips and hungrily explored her mouth when she felt his free hand roughly grab her covered breast.


The dark haired girl reacted instinctively, her hand clawing at his face and leaving four long scratches. For a moment he loosened his grip and she took advantage slipping free of his grasp. She sprinted past him heading for the front entrance when a large man suddenly appeared there first blocking that path. Once she turned she saw the third man from the truck slipping in the rear entrance and cutting off any chance of escape.


The hard slap that caught her unexpectedly knocked her sunglasses off and sent her reeling into the big man who caught her with one arm and easily held her. The original man was still nursing his wounds with one hand but his other had delivered his response, which restored a measure of pride to his wounded machismo.