Still Roaming

Some people swore the house was haunted. Others were just too skeptical to realize the true mystery of what had happened before we moved there.
It had all started in the end of the summer, 2009. It was just like any other day, simple, boring, i was lying there dreading the return of school, i live out in the mountains in northern virginia. Its a quiet little town called woodstock, we'd heard the stories about what had happened in the area, about one hundred years back a hysterical group called the scarlet crusaders were purging the land of entities, who were unseen and unheard of until then, terrorizing the surrounding villages, people went missing, a few were found dead with gaping gashes in their heads, slashes along their chest and their eyes gouged out.
A group of 75 soldiers were stationed in the area, right below my house on the base of our hill. They sent out a group of scouts to look around the area for anything unusual and it had been hours before the scouts returned, three left and only one returned, bloodstained face, claw like tears in his curiass and too terrorized to speak, the only words said were "we have no chance." As the soldiers suited up, terrified of what the scout had said they felt a small tremor and thought nothing of it, marching in a single file line into the blanket of fog that envolped the land infront of them, the descended, as soon as they were all engulfed it started.
They were being picked off one by one, utterly horrified the general commanded a call to defense, everyone stopped, and got into a giant circle, and then they came. Mercilessly the spirits tore through their defenses and slaughtered everyone but a few soldiers who broke away and ran up the hill into the giant abandoned farmhouse that is now my own.
Cries of terror and agony filled the air, the crusaders lost their witts and went mad, the one was whats called a celric, a glorified preacher or a "warrior gifted with light magic", and they say he was the last one to die, the banshees followed them up the hill and let out a screech that paralyzed the victim and the banshees swooped in and cut right through them, when the celric was left, he let out a desperate prayer and his skin illuminated with light and when the banshee tried to finish him, they would crumble at his touch, when all of the fiends were vanquished the light faded and the celric weakened wrote in his journal what had happened and his teachings were stored and they say his spirit still roams in my house, wanting peace but never finding it b ecause his journal hasn't been discovered since the 80's and it mysteriously vanished. I plan to find it-----(to be coninued)