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A story called Haunted
Haunted
As I sat in the big old house I felt silly, I was here on a dare from my friends, they all bet me ten pounds each that I couldn’t stand a night alone in a supposed haunted house, actually my entire class had dared me and considering their were thirty of them I thought the money made it well worth the dare, they had paid me in advance saying I didn’t have to give the money back if I lasted long enough.
“Oooo it’s haunted because a family were slaughtered there”
“No the dad went psycho and shot the mum and the kids died of fright”
“Actually no one knows what happened a man was just found dead in there”
I listened to some of them argue over the reason it was haunted, the third coming from my friend Kerryanne, I knew this was the right story. These memories swept by my eyes as I day dreamed, every now and then my music broke in to my thoughts as it played in the portable, battery powered CD player I had with me. It may sound strange but though I was listening to haunted by Evanescence I didn’t get any more afraid. In-fact I was beginning to feel as if I knew this place as if I had lived here in another life. And I was starting to get the unsettling feeling someone waited just beyond sight and reach someone not of this world. I could suddenly hear whispering and tried to ignore it but it was a song so old but familiar I tried to concentrate on my CD music instead, it worked and the song, haunted, drifted to me.
“Long lost words whispered slowly to me….
Still can’t find what keeps me here
When all this time I’ve been so hollow inside
I know your still there”
As the verse ended I was overcome by a flash back, me in a Victorian dress, hair long and curly, sitting in a chair waiting and waiting for someone who didn’t appear to be coming. I was suddenly less pleased about being here alone. I looked about the room I was in, a dinging room it was thick with dust and smelled musty. Tried to distract my self and thought of earlier that day.
“So you’re really going to this house”
Kerry asked and I nodded in reply. I had to admit to her then that I was also interested in the house as well as the money I liked horror stories to scare my self. More words drifted to me.
“Watching me wanting me
Can feel you pull me down
Hating you loving you
I won’t let you pull me down”
The feeling I was being watched spiked in my stomach. A spectral figure of a Victorian man suddenly appeared, his face a grim skeleton he lunged forward and dragged me down from the chair I sat on, and to the floor, I pulled away rigid with fear trying to stop him I could not make a sound and all the while the music played.
“Haunting you I smell you alive
Your heart pounding in my head”
As those two lines played I saw the ghost mouth them I began to sob with fear, I had got away but only managed to crawl a little away. I got to my feet and ran blindly through the house, I could smell blood and death everywhere, and it was a cold evil. Atmosphere that I felt, I could haste blood in my mouth coppery and nasty and I realised I had bitten my lip hard in my terror. I speed through the house as if pursued by the reaper him self. My Hands brushed the walls which felt cold wet and sticky. I couldn’t bear it, seeing the sun rise fully I rushed for the front door but I felt my leg being grabbed and the songs last verse burst through the house all but the last line.
“Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down”
(The floor broke I slipped through but the ghost pulled me out, only to raise a scythe)
“Saving me reaping me”
I leapt up and flung open the door stumbling out in to the day and falling on the pavement outside I looked at the window, I had survived, I remembered now while he had been murdered, I’d come back to wait for him and his ghost had not came until now, he looked out of the window smiling at me and the last few words of Haunted played softly on the wind.
“Watching me….”
