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You are in your home, alone. Your light starts flickering, You hear a strange, noise, The noise then stops, It is just the flickering lights. You try and blank it out, but the flickering starts to come more often, It use to be once every five minutes, then once every three minuites, then once every one minuite, then it started occuring every few seconds. You decide to go to a different room in your house, The apparition will surley leave you alone then. You stand up, shutting down your computer. You run upstairs, up the stairs to the loft. You walk down your hallway, the feeling of someone watching you is so intense. You get the shivers, you go up the stairs towards the loft door and then you twist the lock, to pull it open. Its locked, or jammed. "Oh Great!". You mutter, trying to unlock it, it wont work. You go back down to the livingroom, Your scurrying so fast you nearly trip over your own feet. You then remeber that the presence was in that room. You hear a howl, You see a strange door, You had not noticed it before, but you knew it was another, new, un explored part of your house, You look at the door, It is brown, the wood tinted. There is a small, red blot on the door. You ignore it, The handle is rusty and brown, You see some small parts of silver, from where the handle once was. You turn to run to your bedroom, Your living room door slams shut, you try and try but cannot open it. You decide to run into the kitchen, the same thing happens with that door. You look at the other, secret passage door. "Its my only chance". You say, wondering. A picture, flys off the wall, just missing your head. You show no fear, but deep down, you have a huge fear. You sit down in the corner of the room, You start shaking, hoping help will come. "I'm calling the police". You mutter, muffled under your breath. You pick up the phone, the line is dead. You sit back down, shutting your eyes, "DripDripDrip". You hear, you feel somthing wet on your head, you move out the way, putting a peice of paper where the drip is coming from. "DripDropDripDrop". You hear, You look at the paper, a red liquid is on the paper, You look up, that part of the ceiling is blood red. You sit down in the corner of the room, You start shaking, hoping help will come. "I'm calling the police". You mutter, muffled under your breath. You pick up the phone, the line is dead. You sit back down, shutting your eyes, "DripDripDrip". You hear, you feel somthing wet on your head, you move out the way, putting a peice of paper where the drip is coming from. "DripDropDripDrop". You hear, You look at the paper, a red liquid is on the paper, You look up, that part of the ceiling is blood red. You sit on the floor, in the dark. You think its safer. You get a shiver down your spine, You try and turn on the light, but it wont work. You pull your torch out of your pocket. "Lucky i brought that". You mutter, little did you know, as you pulled the torch out your pocket, the key fell out. The smell of death, and blood is in the air. You check the battery in your torch and you turn it on, glancing round the room, You see somthing, that looks like a body, You ignore it and try not to go near it. The devil on one side says "You know you want to, get to the bottom of it". Yet, the angel says "Be good. Tidy your room and go to bed". You dont know what to listen to, You dont want to go near the dead body, but you know there are not much more options that you could do, especially if you want to get to the bottom of this. You shine your torch light at it, wishing you did'nt. The sight makes you feel sick, You see a man, with a rope wrapped round his neck. Blood dry, stains all over the floor, You can see the shock in his eyes, there in a note, It reads;
I was never good enough, Now i am worthless
-Unknown
You get worried, scrambling through your pockets, you cannot find the key. You walk past the body, into another section of the room. You stumble over a box, It is easy to open, You leave it, but cannot resist the urge to pick it up. You dont open it, just pick it up. It looks like it has some valuables, worth a lot of money. As a buisness person, money is your main aim. "This may have things worth a fortune in". You mutter, trying to peek inside, Its no use, you need to open it. You open the box, lifting the latch slowly. It contains four items, One is a small, pink hankerchif, It has a red rose on it, and a name, It is rubbed out but you can't make out what it says. The next item is a small, box. It looks the one that is worth the most money, you then glance next to it, a small plushie toy. It is a teddy bear, pink with a button white nose. The last object is a small, heart. It has a letter 'A' incarved in it. You take out the handkerchif, Nothing happens. It is as soft as a silk button, and quite comforting. You then see a picture, of a small girl. You walk over, putting the kandkercheif next to the photo. "I assume this is yours". You say, smiling. You turn back, glancing around with your flashlight, the body is gone. But, the note is still on the floor. You decide to leave it, your flashlight hung up on the wall, so the room is bright. You pick up the rather expensive looking box. You feel a cold flush go past you, then a click. You look to your left, you see a small girl, see-through. She has old fashioned clothing on, and is staring straight at you. You look at the picture, where you put the handkerchife, Its the same face;The very same. "Hey, thats mine". She says, in a soft, yet loud tone. You put down the box, and she floats towards you. "I bet you want to know about me, Ask away". She says, waiting. You are nervous, but walk towards her. You place the small, expensive looking box on the table next to you. "Wh-what is your name?". You ask her, expecting her not to awnser. "Annabella". She replys, lifting her small, brown tatty teddy up. She hugs up and then holds it with her hand again, it is trailing behind her. Her small, pink nightgown trails behind her slightly, It looks to big for her, You are not so nervous now, "Annabella, How ol.d are you?". You ask, in a soothing voice. She frowns, and looks to the floor, you see a small faint teardrop come from her eye, and splash onto the rocky floor, then vanish. "I'm 4.." She says, weakly. She does not mind you asking her, but knowing she died when she was four upset her. You feel sorry for her, but need to know more information to help her. "Why are these things happening to me?". You ask, "I was murdered here, My father and mother were killed by the twins, my two twin brothers". She awnsers, softly. She looks down to the floor. "Well". She says, then pauses. "The twins, both six, Killed me, my parents and accidently, thereselves". She says, You pay attention closley. "The two twins locked my mother in one room, my father in another, and me in this room". She say, sitting on a wooden bench. "I knew they were going to do somthing, but not as bad as this". She continues, "They set fire to the house, then realised there was no way for them to escape without passing away too". She then frowned, "When we had all..passed away". She looks at the small box containing items. "My mother was found, she had hung herself, My father was found with slit marks all down his arms, and a smashed window, The twins were found cuddling eachother, in the spare cupboard.." She stops, she looks at the box again then says "and, I was found in the corner of the room, cuddled up in a blanket, with this box. I collected all my items up, knowing the secret room would catch fire first". She says. She points at the box, then stops. "I heard my mothers scream first, but hers was soon ended, as she hung herself. I then heard my father screaming, and shouting, ratting at the door. He was calling my name and my mothers name. He realised it was the twins, his last words was "Curse the twins! Save Annabella". I could not escape, they bolted the door and put somthing on top. I then heard my twins crying, and screaming. "Annabella! Twist the lock! It will free you, then you can save us!". I felt guilty, knowing it was there fault, and knowing that it was me next. I knew my father and mother were at rest, faced the pain and are now free from pain, I also knew the twins would soon be out of there pain. I twisted and rattled the lock, I opened it, grabbing the box. I jumped out, running for the door, the kitchen was already alight and when i reached the hallway, It was on fire too..There was no way for me to escape without passing away too". She says, a small tear comes down here face, She stops it by rubbing her tatty teddy on here eye. "I ran back in the room, locking it. It was then my turn to scream and face the pain, I knew my mother, father and the twins had faced it, Just me to go..It seemed like hours, but it was proberbly only minuites, Suddenly, everything went black". She says, part frowning. "I saw a man, he was known as a 'firefighter'. He put the fire out, and came down where i was. He fell on his knees, tears dripping down his eyes. He said, She died, we was too late. He looked at my box of items, and my fire, He could see the fear in my eyes, He then said at least shes out of pain now. He picked me up, I saw because of my spirit. He buried me with my mum and dad, then the twins on there own. Those two twins started it, look. He said, pointing to two matches, three lighters and a can of oil. I followed him, but never wanted to leave this house". She said, then stopped. You think that was the end of the story, a tear dripped down your eyes. "Why did the twins do that?". You ask shocked, You could not have been more shocked to her reply. "They were always evil, and they wanted rid of us". She said, "Its a sick thought for such a young child". She said, then frowned. "Why have you not gone into the light?". You say, looking around the room. The girl looked sad, she had a flame mark on the side of her face, and down her arms. "One word...Revenge". She says, looking serious. "With the twins, yes?". You ask, a little unsure. "Yes". She says. "Are your, your parents in the house with you?". You ask, feeling a cold sudder. "I am not sure, I somtimes hear there voice, and see them, but not often". She replys, leaning backwards on the wooden post. There is a snap, then on the wall it says 'I died in pain, So will you'. "Did you write that..?". You ask the girl, worried. "Write what?". She says, then turns around and see's the writing. "You!". She says, not aiming it at you, "No, and just ignore that". She says, comforting. "What does it mean?". You ask, unsure. "Oh dont worry, Its only trying to scare you". She says, slightly smiling. You stare at the burn marks all up her arms, and down her legs. "Cursed Twins". She looks to the floor, and does not reply. "Lets just say, not all of them were caused by the fire". She pulls her nightgown down, so you can only slightly see the marks. She frowns, "I should not have asked that" you think to yourself, silently. "Are the twins in the house?". You ask, wondering. She does not reply, It takes about four minuites, then she says, "Yes". It was a plain, blank, deathly yes. You frown then ask, "Will they ever hurt me?". You ask, unsure. "No, they cannot no longer". She says, in a quite happy tone. She looks in the mirror, when you look, you dont see her reflection. "Why dont you have a reflection?". The words stammer out of your mouth like a thousand rockets going off. She stared at you, and rolled her eyes. "I'm a ghost, ghosts dont have reflections". She then looks at the floor, "Well not all of them". She floated past the mirror, as not to freak you out. "My father does, but my mother does not, the twins do too, but they are very scary reflections". She says, then shudders. "Did the twins ever hurt or torture you?". You ask, worried. You feel a cold breeze, then another. She glares behind you, "Yes". She says, faintly. She frowns, but is happy that after years, she is getting all this information out. "What did they do?". You ask, instead of using the words torture and hurt. "Many things". She says, glaring at the floor, "How many do you want me to tell you?". She asks, wondering. "I dont want to say them all, I will write them down". She says, you place a pen and paper on a small, wooden table. She walks over to the chair, and sits down. She then hands you a note, It reads;
Here is a list, of 20 things the twins did to me:
1) When my mother and father went out, they locked me in this room, they starved me, and kept me in here until they come back.
2) They sat me in a wooden chair, and chained me in, then they set fire to peices of metal, and stuck it to my skin, letting it burn me.
3) They told me parents that I had done things that I did not, I then normally got into major trouble.
4) They use to steal my food, and let me starve.
5) They use to get my toys, and hide them around my bedroom, with mousetraps all around them, mousetraps with spikes. I then take my toy, and the mouse traps spike an slice open my fingers.
6) They use to get my fathers belt, from his sunday best, and whip me with it.
7) They use to get medium sharp knives, and slice my arms, putting salt in the wounds.
8) They use to give me water, with pills in, they would force me to drink them, and not bother as i was ill.
9) They use to rip up my drawings that i would give my parents, and say mean things to me.
10) They would tell all my nursery friends mean things that i would never even dream of doing.
The rest of them were blurred out with tears, your eyes dropped and frowned. "So Sorry". You say, frowning. She just nods, then asks "Anything else?". "No, not for now. I do not want to put you in any more mysery". You say, supporting her. "Do you want me to come with you on your journey, and keep you safe, giving you information?". She asks, sweetly. "Yes please". You say, she smiles, "So where to next?". She gets up from the chair, and glances at the box of things. She puts them on the wooden work surface, then comes back over to you. She glances at the wooden beams, waiting for your reply. "Yes please". You say, she smiles, "So where to next?". She gets up from the chair, and glances at the box of things. She puts them on the wooden work surface, then comes back over to you. She glances at the wooden beams, waiting for your reply. "The Kitchen". You say, still abit curious. "Meet you there". She says, then fades away. You rush to find the key, but cannot find it. You then see two flickers in the mirror. "THE TWINS!". Is all that runs round your head, rushing to find the key, you cant. The candle light flickers, as thought its a countdown. The fire lights, then goes out again, as if it crys "Go! Before its too late!". "Annabella! Annabella!". You scream, hoping that she hears you. You can't help to glimpse at the mirror, but now you wish you didnt. You seen two black sillouetts, with a shiny, sharp silver thing in each hand. "A knife". You gulp. You then see one of the twins, pick up the knife and do the 'slit throat' action. You back up, praying for Annabella to come soon. She appears infront of you. "Be Gone!". She says, holding somthing in her hand. The silouettes then vanish. You sigh, a sigh of releif. "Thanks". You say, as she hands you the key. She then vanishes, up to the kitchen. You quickly open the door, shutting it behind you, and slipping the key into your pocket, zipping it shut. You sit down, refusing to go to Annabella. You listen, silence. You hear a faint mutter, then you hear Annabella say "I saved the mortal, I helped it...Now it does not even show up". You frown, not knowing what to do. You hear a faint noise, as if shes crying. Feeling guilty, You walk into the kitchen. "Its alright Annabella". You say, smiling. She smiles, and sits up. "Where to next?". She asks, looking round the kitchen, a tear drop comes out of her eye, and vanishes before it hits the floor. "I remeber how my kitchen wa....." She says then stares behind you, she blinks, as if it was a trance. She stares at you, waiting for a reply. Do you say?
A) "My Room".
B) "The Locked Loft".
C) "The Spooky Basement You Came From". |