Ariel meandered her way into the kitchen, barely managing to make out anything in the dark. Ever since she had started doing water Pilates, she got hungry at odd hours of the night. She rummaged through the cabinets absent-mindedly for a bowl to keep her cereal in. She opened a drawer for a spoon but only saw her dinglehopper.
“Darn Eric, my dinglehopper is not a utensil!” Ariel mumbled while setting it down on the counter. Grabbing another spoon, she began digging in. The kitchen was dimly lit by Ariel’s phone screen.
A shrill noise startled Ariel out of her drowsy state. The foreign noise came at uniform intervals. Deciding to inspect the source, she got up from her chair and moved towards the living room. She could sense someone’s presence in the house which made her gulp roughly.
She cautiously made her way through the corridors. The noise seemed to get louder by the second. Her heart nearly popped out of her ribcage when a final bang came from behind. She stopped dead in her tracks; nervous perspiration had started to form on her forehead. She mustered up courage and turned around. Her knees almost gave out after she saw what was causing the noise.
A grey, almost translucent spirit of a girl was standing near the pillar. This was unchartered territory for Ariel; sure, she could talk to ghosts but only small animals and fish. She’d never talked to a human ghost before!
“Who are you?” She whispered. The ghost looked young enough. She wondered what horrible thing had happened to her for them to meet.
“I’m Belle.” The ghost answered. Her voice was low but high-pitched at the same time.
“What can I help you with, Belle?”
With that, Belle narrated the entire story leading up to her death. She informed Ariel that she had been murdered. She needed Ariel’s help to make sure that her murderer was punished. Ariel knew that Belle was sent to her for a reason and that she had to help her. It was the only way Belle could have peace. So, she said the only thing she thought would be suitable for the situation, “I will help you but only on one condition, you never touch my dinglehopper again.”
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Wonderland Woes
Mystery / ThrillerFairytales are the happy place in a child's dreams. They are the sacred land. But what happens when the land becomes haunted? What were to change when you throw in a bit of twist and tragedy into the fictionally hallowed hands? Set in real modern ti...
