NEIGHBOURS -- the story of 2014/2020 St. LAURENT --
It has been said that this house is cursed…. the matter is subjective, as who can say if it was a curse that caused the horrifying events that occurred here…or if it was these very events that cursed the house. Many years ago there was a couple, the Jansen’s; full of hope and expectations they bought this brownstone in a burgeoning part of town with the wish of turning it into their dream home…. renovating both apartments to rent out the downstairs and move in upstairs.
Sure enough, the plan seemed to work perfectly, in a short time they’d rented the house to another young couple…Alistair and Sadie Chonaire. The four of them became fast friends and all shared their aspirations of success, of happiness, of starting a family. It was this very thing, one could say, that proved to be the first signs of a curse. Where Sadie and Alistair quickly became pregnant with twins…the Jansen’s had tried for the better part of 3 years to no avail. How cruel it seemed to them to hear the late-night cries of a newborn child when their nursery lay empty. One October morning it seemed the curse was lifted…through tears of joy and shrieks of disbelief the Jansen’s ran down to their friends to let them know they were expecting…finally, they were expecting! The couples got to work at getting the nursery ready…even the twins helped… how long they’d waited for this day… their joy would not last. On the morning of the 31st, just a few weeks later…the shrieks heard from the Jansen home were altogether different. When the Chonaires made it up the stairs and into the bathroom, the blood on the sheets and the floor made it clear that the child had been lost.
It has been said that it was really this event that changed things in the Jansen home. The love, the longing they had felt for this child was lost with it…and slowly it turned…. it turned to wrath and envy and bitterness… it turned and it hid…it hid from them the swamp of what it had become.
Exactly one year after this event, Alistair and Sadie Chonaire came home to find Mr. Jansen had made an elaborate dinner…. he sat in their living room with a bottle of Bordeaux. He explained how long it had been since they had time to themselves…time without the constant needs of the children…time away from thinking about what was lost or what could’ve been. He explained that his wife had taken the girls to their grandmother’s and would soon join them for this surprise meal they had prepared. It wasn’t until later when Mrs. Jansen failed to show up that Sadie had the misfortune to worry and check for her upstairs…she and her husband would pay for that, with their lives.
When her friend was nowhere to found, even after the meal…Sadie ran upstairs to check for any call they may have missed…. it was only then that she saw Alice Jansen’s body in the tub…she looked like an angel floating in the water with the sparks flowing through her. She could only have thought it was a suicide…oh how very wrong she was. When she ran down the stairs and broke the news…she and her husband were surprised to see how calm Alice’s husband was after receiving such news…it was only when he started to laugh that they began to realise the magnitude of their mistake. The killing itself, so they say, was quick…. Mr. Jansen was careful that they didn’t suffer…maybe he did so because he broke the news to them, before he killed them, that the last meal they’d had had been their children…their beautiful little girls…. maybe he thought that was suffering enough…
The moment of true horror for Mr. Jansen, after his neighbours lay dead, after consuming their children…as he stood over his wife’s lifeless corpse the truth of what he was feeling was staring him in the face and he could no longer hide from it… he was aroused.
He turned that same brownstone from a dream home to a whorehouse… where nightly he would play out his deranged fantasies, and afterwards punish himself with torture and regret. Patrons of the brothel have attested not only to Jansen’s loss of wits…but to seeing his wife, on repeated occasions seeing the Chonaires…of hearing their cries…of seeing their twins…sometimes playing hide and seek…sometimes crying for their damned souls…. some have even attested on the odd Halloween to have seen the playing out of that night’s horrific events…to have smelled the cooking of the flesh and the thick stench of death. Judge for yourselves…and also ask yourselves …how well, REALLY, do you know your NEIGHBOURS?
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