"Euronymous I don't think we'll all fit." Kirsten stated.
"Of course we will, it will only be you girls, Dead, Hellhammer, and I." He reasoned.
"Kirsten let's go inside. I'm sure there is more than we can see." Hellhammer said resting his hand on Kirsten's shoulder.
He then jogged up to the house and bounded up the steps.
They walked in. Ahead of them the house continued backwards where the kitchen sat. On the right there was a stairway leading up to the upstairs. To their immediate left was a living room. To the back of the living room were stairs leading to the basement. There were three rooms upstairs. There was a large master bedroom and two smaller ones.
Euronymous said the girls would have the largest one; Euronymous and Hellhammer would share one, and Dead would have the third and smallest room.
They all soon congregated in the living room.
"I figured we'd move today. I wanted to get settled. So let's go." Euronymous said.
"Hey Dead are you ready?" Benedikte asked him as they walked outside.
"I guess so; I just have a bad feeling about this place." He said as they got into the car.
It took them three hours to get everything packed and into the house. Thank goodness the rooms were already furnished. They all had a bed and a dresser.
Later they all went into the town of Kråkstad. Metalion helped them with some money to get something to eat at a local diner. Benedikte took a picture of a Dead with her disposable camera. Everything started moving fast and the days started to blur.
For the next few weeks Dead worked on lyrics, they played one more gig in Oslo, and Metalion being the only one helping with money.
One day Benedikte and Kirsten went into town for the day and noticed people whispering as they walked by. Women were giving them weird looks and pointing.
"Kirsten what's going on? Everyone is pointing and talking about us." Benedikte asked.
"I don't know," Kirsten said.
They saw a young man with a leather jacket that had patches all over it. They went to ask him what was going on.
"Excuse me why are all these people pointing and talking about us?" Kirsten asked.
"You're the girls that live in the Devil's house."
"What do you mean," Benedikte pressed on.
"Well people saw you coming out of that house on the outside of Oslo. They tell the children it's the Devil's house. The stupid church is so superstitious. When your friends, the tall blonde and the two stocky gentlemen, come into town the little old ladies run out of the shops. They just wonder how two pretty girls would live in the devil's house." He said chuckling.
"Thank you," Kirsten said to the boy.
"So that's what it is. Well who cares let's just keep going." Benedikte said.
They just continued walking and spent the day together.
The minute the girls walked into the house all they heard was, "well maybe you should kill yourself."
Dead came from the living room walking straight ahead and up the stairs.
Kirsten and Benedikte walked into the living room to see Euronymous' guitar in his hand.
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Welcome To Hell
FanfictionI'm currently editing. No big changes to the plot just some added things hopefully it's a little better writing. Once I've edited, I will add it to the chapter name. Benedikte was a young girl who was introduced to a new kind of music called black...
