Creepy - The Sisters of House Omega

Episode Date: June 12, 2020

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The Sisters of House Omega, written by Sarah Fetke, and narrated by Danielle Hewitt. I was never the type to join a sorority. My twin sister, Chelle, begged me to rush with her the summer before our freshman year approached. But I think she knew deep down, I was a lost cause.

I was a band geek in high school, and a band geek I intended to remain. Don't get me wrong. This isn't some not like other girls bullshit. I was happy for chel. I even got trashed on celebratory wine coolers with her when she pledged her sorority. We just had different interests. As long as she was happy, that's all that mattered.

And I knew she felt the same about me. How did I miss that she was so deeply unhappy? She threw herself off the bell tower and the center of campus less than three weeks before the end of the spring semester. I hadn't seen her in a couple days. I was hold up at the library, pulling double all-nighters to finish my final paper for Greek and Roman mythology. I woke up in the early afternoon on a Sunday to ten miss calls from Mum and a text from Shell. Love you forever, Lou. I'm so sorry. 255 a.m. Witnesses said she jumped at three. I skipped finals, took incompletes in all my classes, and headed home to be with my mom.

Alex, our best friend from high school, offered to bail on the rest of his semester, too. But I didn't want him to lose his scholarship. Still, he made the two-hour drive home every weekend to hang with me. We didn't talk much. It still hurt too much to remember the good times. And I didn't care much about the present. but I was better than drinking alone and Alex was generous with sharing his weed

My mom insisted I get back into the swing of things this fall I decided just to do a half-time course load Mostly focused on finishing up my classes from last semester I moved into a solo room in the dorms That's more the size of a closet than a real livable space I don't mind being alone Kind of preferred it that way Alex, though, thought that the solitude was bad for me.

Or at least that's what he claimed when he dragged me along to a Greek party last weekend. Shell was popular among the guys in his fraternity, he said. And they'd all been asking about me. Worried. I really didn't want to go, but Alex wouldn't let up. It's what Michelle would want, Louise. Asshole. Even if he was right. That's how I found myself last Saturday and the peasant.

passenger seat of Alex's BMW, driving out in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. I quickly realized I had no idea where the hell we were or where we were headed. I'd never gone to a frat party, which hell. Navigating a sea of sweaty dudes

who smell like PBR isn't my ideal night out. But I was pretty sure most of the frat houses weren't 45 minutes from campus, tucked away off a dirt road that didn't even have a name on Google Maps. I picked it fraying thread on the hem of my sweater, one of Chels. It was bright green and haphazardly

cropped at the waist in a homemade chop job. It wasn't my style at all, and I never would have worn it before Chell, before she was gone. But that night, wearing it gave me confidence like she was there with me. So what's the deal with this party anyway? Or are you just driving me out to the middle of nowhere to murder me? Alex rolled his eyes and fished a few. Alex. Alex of black cardstock out of the mess of napkins on his center console. Paper was heavy, expensive, with gold emboss letters glittering in a scrolling font. You are cordially invited.

The sisters of House Omega welcome you to our fall semester calling. Attendance is mandatory. Only the chew of heart will remain until dawn. Will that be you, Alex? Did all the guys in the house get one of these? I turned the paper over where an address and time was listed. County Road 5. Midnight. Yeah, about a week ago.

We're still trying to figure out who's hosting. It's not this Omega sorority? Alex laughed at me, not unkindly. There's no such thing, Louise. I frowned. A party in the middle of nowhere hosted by nobody. I was already starting to regret abandoning my resolve to live this semester as a hermit.

"'None of this is creeping you out? "'What does it mean by culling anyway?' "'Ah, it's just for dramatics. "'See who can stick it out all night, you know? "'Maybe there'll be a prize, and, you know what?' "'He grinned and slapped me on the thigh. "'I slapped him back. "'We're not going to pussy out.

"'We'll be the winners. "'Last one's standing just like old times. "'You with me?' "'I turn into a pumpkin after two. "'I'm serious, Lou. "'So am I, Alexander.' He knew I hated being called Lou. Shell always called me Lou.

Besides, aren't they even going to let me in? I didn't get one of these. I shook the invitation in his face. I was starting to have a really bad feeling. If I'd known about all this weirdness beforehand, I would have already been in bed. Tossing and turning on my lumpy twin mattress, brainstorming ways to beg Professor Dixon

for yet another extension on my first paper. sounded better than stumbling into the plot of the Texas chainsaw masker. Come on, Louise. If it's lame, we'll bail. And they'll definitely let you in. I mean, you look just like her. They'll feel sorry for me. I took grim satisfaction seeing that smile slip off his face. No, absolutely not.

His lips pulled down into a frown and I looked away. Louise, his large hand grasped my fingers gently. His voice had gone soft. I just mean that everybody loved Chell. And they'll love you too. Just like she did. I looked out the window and blinked hard once, twice, before clearing my throat. Fine.

But the second I'm ready to leave, we're leaving. Prize be damned. Alex squeezed my hand and let go. Deal. We continued the drive in silence. Alex drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and I scanned the empty fields on the side of the road. We'd pulled off a county road over ten minutes ago. We'd almost missed the turnoff, which was only marked by a small weathered wood sign,

embossed with a gold omega symbol. There was still no sign of a party. Alex shifted in the driver's seat and hunched over the steering wheel squinting into the darkness. Yeah, it's, uh, I feel like we should have seen it by now. He laughed, high-pitched and thready. I continued unraveling the loose threads on the hemorrhundred. of chill sweater. The BMW crested a large hill and I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding.

A large white farmhouse stood in the valley below us. A fleet of land rovers and Mercedes parked haphazardly in the grass out front. Alex laughed, much more genuinely this time, and patted my knee as he parked next to Alexis. Relax, it's gonna be fun. I mustered up a smile but didn't say anything. Alex grinned and hopped out of the car. I peered up at the house. The facade was bright and cheery, freshly painted with bright blue shutters flanking the windows.

The front door was a bubbly yellow. The interior glimpsed through the open blinds looked warm and inviting. And I could already feel the bass beat of a shitty pop song vibrating softly in my chest. It all looked pretty innocuous. Maybe I could have a good time. For Alex. For Chelle. The loud clunk of the passenger door opening startled me.

Alex arched his eyebrow, forearm braced on the roof of the car. Are you coming, or were you planning to wait in the car all night? I rolled my eyes and unbuckled. I socked him on the arm as I climbed out of the car. Let's have some fun, or whatever. I didn't need to worry about getting in the door. There was nobody checking invitations. We were greeted by a loud cheer of Alex when we entered the living room,

the party well underway. A few guys ran up, thumping Alex on the back and nodding my way in Polaro. acknowledgement. I was suddenly enveloped in a bear hug by a man whose name I couldn't remember. Overwhelmed by a cloud of axe and sour beer breath. We're so glad you can make it, Lou. We miss Chell so much.

A chorus of drunk voices chimed in, booming in the small space of the foyer. Chell! Sour breath let me go, to pump his fist in the air. And all the boys started chanting Chell's name. I couldn't decide whether I was endeared or disgusted. Alex flushed and elbowed one of his brothers in the ribs.

I was about to give him shit one another, much more slender arm wrapped around my shoulders. Oh, Louise, I didn't know you were going to be here. Anna, the president of Chell's sorority, had to crouch down to hug me. Her words were slurred, her movements languid and clumsy. But her big brown eyes were clear and focused when she pulled back. Anna had always liked Chell. Took her under her wing when she first started. pledging. And she'd always made me feel welcome in the house. So it was out of the ordinary that

she looked concerned rather than pleased to see me. Uh, yeah, um, Alex said it would be cool. I glared in Alex's direction. He just shrugged. Anna's brows furrowed, but before she could answer, another voice chimed in, rich and melodic. Oh, I didn't realize this was Alex's party. Anna froze and her eyes widened. Slowly she turned to face three of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. Despite their striking appearance, I didn't know that I could describe any of them now. It's all kind of fuzzy in my memory. But I do know that they were supermodel tall, willowy, with bright eyes that seemed to stare right through you. One of the women. Sparkling green eyes boring into mine, spoke again in the same resonant tone. Anna,

"'Who's your party-crasser friend?' She smiled when she said it, and her tone betrayed no ill-will, but I still shrank back behind Anna instinctually. I looked around again for Alex, but he had wandered off already. That set off distant alarm bells in my head, after all his promises that we would stick together,

but I couldn't focus on anything but the woman in front of me. Anna grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. Another of the three women, gray eyes this time. Steped around Anna in one smooth motion, interrupting her rambling. She grabbed my hand out of Anna's and clasped it between both of her own.

Her skin was cool, almost cold, but her grip was soft. I thought I was just rocking a stupid crush at the time, but the world seemed to tilt off center when she bent down to meet me and eye level. Voice whisper soft, yet strong enough to carry over house music thumping through the floorboards.

Darling, I'm so sorry about your sister, but I'm really not sure this party is your scene. Anna looked downright panicked by this point, falling all over herself to apologize to the trio. I scanned the crowd, and aside from Alex and a couple of his fraternity brothers, I only saw one other person at the party who looked familiar. A girl from Chelle and Anna's sorority,

Beth, Stacey, who I knew almost nothing about. Shell had never introduced me to her. A distant part of me registered that I should be embarrassed, or that if Anna was panicking, maybe I should be too. Instead, I felt a strong sense of calm, content to follow wherever that voice might lead me. Of course, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. The third woman stepped forward and rested a graceful hand lightly on my shoulder.

Bright blue eyes danced kindly. I couldn't look away. No trouble at all, sweetheart. Just let me walk you. to your car. Anna looked on helplessly as the two women guided me slowly to the door. A tiny splinter of logic somehow managed to pierce the haze that had settled over my brain. I don't have a car. Alex drove me. Gray eyes and blue eyes looked at each other for a few minutes, seeming to have a silent conversation. Blue eyes finally sighed and turned back to me.

Well then, I guess there's nothing for it. Want to keep me company in the kitchen? I could feel the dopy grin splitting my face. I nodded a bit too enthusiastically to be cool. Blue eyes laughed. It sounded like bells. My mind sunk deeper into the fog. It didn't even cross my mind to go find Alex. I forgot about Anna's frantic worry from just moments before. I let Blue Eyes take my hand and lead me further into the house. I felt safe while I was with her, a peace I hadn't felt since Chell's death washed over me. The next day, as the memories came back to me in flashes, I would realize how off everything was. The whole house had this shimmery glow about it,

like something out of a dream. Alex's fraternity brothers, and the handful of girls from Chal's sorority drank from seemingly bottomless red solo cups and danced feverishly in the living room, pressed tightly together in a writhing mass. The rest of the partygoers did shot after shot in the kitchen. A never-ending supply of vodka and tequila flowing freely. Ported generously by the mysterious sisters of House Omega.

The sisters themselves, each as stunningly gorgeous as the last, stood around the party's periphery, laughing easily at the revelry, without actually partaking in any of it themselves. All the while, those piercing eyes swept over the party with a calculated, unsettling intensity. hindsight of course is twenty-twenty at the time i was too swept up myself too enraptured by the ocean blue eyes to notice anything odd i wish i could remember her name blue eyes in spite of everything that happened i still find myself yearning to know more about her she pulled me into a cozy bench seat in the corner of the kitchen away from the worst of the noise she tucked a stray hair behind my ear with long graceful fingers, and the whole world fell away. She asked me to tell her about myself, so I did. I poured my heart out. I told her about what it was like coming out in high school in a small town in the Midwest, and how supportive Chelle always was. Even when Alex wigged out and didn't talk to me for a month, I told her about my dreams of becoming a songwriter and making a break for the coast, about how the

dream died with Chell, because I couldn't imagine anybody else singing my songs but her. I told her all about my hopes and my desires, about my guilt at moving on to live a life that Chell and I had always planned to live together. I told her about my deepest fear, that I don't know who I am without my twin sister, my other half. Maybe without Chell? I'm nothing at all. Looking back on it, I can't remember what Blue Eyes actually said to me throughout all of this.

She certainly didn't give away anything about herself, who she should be. was where she came from, not even her name. I remember this overwhelming sense of comfort of her telling me. Maybe not in so many words, that I was somebody. I was important. I mattered. Even though she didn't, couldn't have known me. Somehow, she did, and she loved me. She held me as I laughed and cried, and it felt like she was laughing and crying with me. feeling everything just as deeply. The next part gets even fuzzier. At some point, blue eyes took my hand and invited me upstairs.

Usually, this is the part where I lose my cool, especially with a woman so gut-wretchingly beautiful, but the nerves never came. I felt like I was floating all the way up the stairs, to her room, to the edge of her twin bed. When she finally kissed me, and press me back into those soft sheets, galaxies exploded behind my closed eyes.

It didn't go any further than that, but it was somehow the most intimate experience of my life. I have no idea how long we stayed there, arms around each other, lips sliding together softly, sweetly. At some point, she pulled away to give me another one of those deep searching looks. She opened her mouth, as if to speak, when somewhere in the house, a clock started to chime midnight.

Her head snapped toward the door. She ducked her head inside. Wait here, Lou. I nodded. It wasn't a question. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. With one last press of her lips to mine, she was gone. I flopped back onto the bed, idly wondering how long she would be gone

and what we might get up to when she got back. Before I could follow that train of, thought too far, a high-pitched, harsh shriek, rent the night, painfully loud even over the pounding baseline from downstairs. More inhuman, screeching voices soon joined in. I shot up in bed, just as the dance music cut out with the painfully grating sound of feedback from the speakers. There was a series of terrible thundering crashes, and a chorus of panic scream sounded from the partygoers below. The peaceful veil clouding my thoughts lifted in an instant.

It finally caught up to me how wrong the situation was. I don't even really remember coming upstairs, and I hadn't seen Alex in hours. Shit, Alex is down there. I ran to the door, but it wouldn't budge. Distantly, I thought I could hear Alex screaming my name, scared and in pain. I started slamming my body into the door, calling out to him until my voice was shredded. I looked around frantically from my phone, but it wasn't anywhere in the room. I couldn't remember where I left it.

Footsteps pounded down the hallway outside. A terrified scream coming closer and closer, abruptly silenced, when something slammed into the other side of the bedroom door with a wet, heavy thud. I stumbled back until my knees hit the edge of the bed. I sobbed and made a break for the windows instead. I was just about to take my chances jumping from the second story when a small TV in the corner of the room switch. on. Static buzzing at the highest volume. Half wild, I thought briefly of chucking the whole TV

through the window pane before the blurred pixels started to resolve into a familiar face. No. There, on the TV, impossibly. It was Shell. My escape plan was quickly abandoned. I reached out to the screen with shaking fingers as though I could reach through the cold glass and touch her face. The scene on the TV started to play. I couldn't look away. Chell was at a party in what I recognized as the basement of Alex's fraternity house. She was trashed, drink sloshing all over the room of her cup onto her sweater.

The sweater I was wearing that night. Alex stepped into frame, laughing and pouring more liquor into her cup. Easy, Chell. You're going to lose the rest of your drink. Can't have that. Whooped a frat brother in the background. Alex turned and shot him a glare. One of the other girls going to get here? Chell's voice was slurred, humbling.

Is Lou still coming? A chorus of giggles sounded from a small handful of girls in the background. I recognize Beth Stacy is one of the onlookers. Alex looked back at the crowd and swallowed. He smiled at Chell. Yeah, Chell, she's on her way. Listen. How about we play?

a game while we wait for her. My stomach felt like stone, bile clawing up the back of my throat. Distantly, I could still hear the rampage continuing in the house around me. Whales of pain and fear, shrieks of rage and triumph. And under it all, a thick, fleshy ripping sound. A game? Chell looked at Alex with unfocused eyes, brow furrowed. Something was seriously wrong.

Chell never got that drunk. Yeah, it'll be fun. The men were circling up around Chell on TV. The hair on my arms and neck stood up. Somebody in the real world was pounding on the door to the room begging for help. But they sounded distorted and far away, like my head was in a fishbowl. I don't know, Alex. I don't feel so good. Chell swayed on her feet.

Alex was practically holding her upright. It's okay, Chell. Just one quick game and then we're done, okay? Alex was smoothing Chell's hair away from her face, almost tenderly. The ugly, sinister anticipation in my gut was building. Chell and Alex always had a bit of a thing, but this didn't seem like their usual flirting. It was a mockery of the sweet way Alex usually treated Chell. His eyes were filled with an odd mix of determination and regret, lust and anxiety.

The Chell on the TV was too far gone to have any of those. same misgivings. Shell was always too trusting of people, quick to see the good and everyone. She smiled broadly and dropped her head onto Alex's shoulder, wrapping her arms around him in a loose hug. Alex's frat brothers were circling like sharks. I wrapped my arms around my own waist and fell to my knees, tears streaming down my face. Spin the chel!

Somebody yelled. Chell looked up confused, and Alex grimaced and spun her quickly in a circle. She stumbled into the arms of another fraternity brother. She tried to push at him, but her movements were slow and weak. Guy forcibly kissed her and then shoved her back to Alex. We did the same. This continued. Chell tossed around like a rag doll, sobbing my name in fear and confusion.

She looked so lost, so young. I quit watching as soon as more hand started grabbing at her, pulling at her clothes. It wasn't hard to guess what happened next. I covered my ears and hunched in on myself on the floor screaming, begging for it all to stop. I don't know how long I stayed there. I didn't even notice that everything had gone quiet

until I heard the click of the bedroom door opening behind me. It was as loud as a gun shot in a sudden silence. I stood up slowly and moved toward the door in a daze. I stepped forward and barely read. registered the sick squelch of the rug under my feet. Red soaked the floor in the bottom 18 inches of the wallpaper, splattered in wide strokes on the upper walls and ceiling. A pile of gore that had once been a person slumped at the top of the stairs.

A river of blood ran down the center of the staircase, thick and dark, flowing like a grisly red carpet to the open front door. I stepped around mangled limbs and stringy viscera as I made my way carefully down the stairs. My mind was completely numb to the carnage. The sound of Chell's helpless tears still filled my ears. Two steps from the front door, a faint voice gurgled to my left. Lou, part of me wanted to ignore him. To just walk back out into the night, down County Road 5,

back to my tiny, uncomfortable bed in my shitty dorm room, where I would fall asleep, and this all would have been a nightmare. Please, Lou, movement. rigid, I force myself to turn toward the living room. My breath hitched in spite of my detachment. There on the floor in the middle of a sea of shredded bodies was what was left of Alex. His blonde hair was tinched pink with blood.

One of his eyes dangled loosely from its socket. Both legs were missing below the knee. He dragged himself toward me with his right arm, nails cracking against the hardwood floor. His left arm, flesh ripped down to the bone and in you, reached out for me pleading. I didn't move. I couldn't.

This was Alex. My best friend since kindergarten. Chell's prompt date. My first and last kiss with a man. This was Alex. The man who threw my sister to the wolves who raped her. The reason Chell was dead. Did Chell say please?

Alex. Alex choked on a bloody sauce. I could see the guilt and shame awash in his one good eye. It wasn't supposed to go that far. He coughed. Blood spewed in a chunky froth across the hardwood. Please, Lou, I'm sorry. Groaning in agony, Alex inch closer to me.

I remained still. Body frozen with indecision. Shall we spare him? Ice trickled down my spine. The voice belonged to blue eyes. There was no doubt, but it was different. A sonorous echoing whisper, sighing on the wind like it came from everywhere at once. A long-fingered hand settled on my shoulder.

In the corner of my vision, I saw shiny, curved black talons resting near my collarbone. Just around the corners of the living room entryway, beyond my line of sight, I could make out the shadows of huge wings, feathers rustled, claws tapped and clicked on the hardwood floor impatient. Alex looked toward the noise, face twisted and fright. Blue eyes squeezed my shoulder gently. I'm sorry, child. You weren't supposed to be here, but we wanted you to understand. Alex looked at me again, pleading.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. He's all yours. As whatever monsters lurk in the shadows began to advance, The hand on my shoulder turned me away and steered me toward the door. Smooth black feathers filled my peripheral vision. A large wing curled around my frame to block the sights and muffle of the sounds of my former best friend's demise. I stepped into the cool night air and closed my eyes. Lips brushed tenderly across my temple.

Be at peace, dear one. Everything went black. I woke up late last Sunday morning. Back in the dorms, took safely into my bed. For a couple of hours, I almost convinced myself that I had dreamed the whole thing. Every trace of the house Omega Party had been scrubbed from existence. All my text messages with Alex about it were gone. None of the sleek black invitations were made.

I thought briefly, hopefully, that maybe it had all just been a grief-induced nightmare. Until the news broke that Alex's entire fraternity and a handful of Chell's sorority sisters had disappeared into the ether overnight. The police have no leads. I know they won't find any. I drove back out to County Road 5 a few days ago. After half a week of field and concern phone calls from my mom, there's nothing there.

Just an empty field and an abandoned, decrepit farmhouse rotting in the prairie sun. Alex's mom has been calling me to see if I've heard from him, if I have any clue what happened. I haven't told her the truth. I've decided that I won't. Sometimes, uh, sometimes lies are kinder. She doesn't need to know what kind of monster her son was, and what kind of monster he was killed by.

I spent most of the day-to-day at the cemetery. I sat cross-legged in front of Chell's headstone, tracing the letters of her name and thinking of everything I should have seen earlier. Everything I missed. A shadow fell over me, breaking my reverie. Mind if I join you? I squinted up into the afternoon sun.

It was Anna. With everything else that had been going on, I had almost forgotten that she had even been there that night. I guess I had subconsciously cataloged her as one of the missing. Apparently, officially speaking, she was never at the party either. She helped fill in some of the gaps. Chell came to me right after it happened.

Anna said, voiced tight. She sat down beside me in the grass, close enough our thighs were touching. I was furious, ready to call campus police, but she begged me not to. The boys and some of our so-called sisters had taken video of the whole thing, she said, and threatened to expose her if she got too sensitive about it. I promised her I wouldn't call. I wish every night that I had anyway. I had decided I would connect her with campus resources instead, you know,

support groups for survivors, counselors, that kind of thing. I convinced myself it was good enough. But before I could make it happen, she... Anna choked on her words. She cleared her throat and breathed out harshly through her nose. Well, I was too late. I would apologize to you, but an apology isn't good enough. You have nothing to apologize for, Anna.

You tried to help her. I squeezed her hand. She squeezed mine back. Still, I felt like I had to do something. Something. Anna stared at Chal's headstone, eyes hard. People like the men and women who hurt your sister, they think they're invincible, untouchable. And they're not entirely wrong these days. With enough money, you can get away with anything, right? She laughed, dry and humorless. So I knew I had to reach out to a higher authority. What did you do? Anna smiled grimly.

My family worships the old gods. I shivered at that, a chill dancing across my skin. I called upon a long-forgotten sisterhood, ancient and hungry. If I could deliver them the guilty parties, they promised they could deliver justice. Her expression softened as she finally looked at me. You were never supposed to be there, though. Oh, honey, I am so, so sorry. I didn't tell her it was okay, because it really isn't.

But I appreciate her apology, nonetheless. I nodded and squeezed her hand again, blinking back tears. So, what now? The deed is done. Anna stood up and dusted the grass off the back of her leggings. They'll have moved on. Anna looked at me long and hard and bitter lip. She nodded to herself and reached into her purse.

Um, they did ask me to make one last delivery, though. Anna pulled out a very familiar piece of black cardstock, embossed with gilded lettering. She handed it to me and I took it with a trembling hand. There's no pressure and no expiration date. She started to go, but turned back one last time with a sad, sweet smile. I really am sorry, Lou, for everything. Jill was the best of us. I waited until her figure faded into the distance to look down at the paper in my hands.

It was a new invitation. to me this time. Louise Teller. True of heart and strong of will. The sisters of House Omega invite you into our fold. A black candle to summon us. A white candle to turn us away. We will heed your call.

I thought of Shell crying and confused, stumbling in a dark basement. I thought of Shell. The last time I'd seen her in life, head thrown back and laughing. I thought of chel, cold and still on the ground beneath me. I crumpled the invitation in my fist. It's quiet tonight.

Not even a breeze rustles the dying leaves. And yet a soft wind is disturbing the flame of the black candle I placed in front of my open window. A low, sweet voice floats in on the breeze, speaking in old language. And feathers flutter in the dark just past my line of vision. I was never the type to join a sorority. but I think there might be something to this whole sisterhood thing after all. For more information, including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast, or to suggest stories for future episodes, please visit us.

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