Ex-Childhood Crush

Abigail Laran

Sam stood infront of the gates , untill the camera detected him and the man behind it opened up the gates.

He sped in passing the white marble fountain sprouting colourful water .

A gift from dad to mum.

He parked the bike to the side of the steps entrance and barged in.

He entered the empty corridor a hall on the right wall all portraits of family decendents.

The house was given to the eldest son to the next it was tradition each family would gather all the sibling and parents and take a family picture.

He passed by the Portrait of Steeve Johnsons family his great great grandfather ?

Something of the sort.

This picture had Steeve with his wife on his side.

She was a pretty blonde with long hair on one side and blue eyes.

Two kids infront of them .

A boy with black hair inherited from father and a girl with brown hair inherited from grandmother .

In the Portrait before it , it showed the brunette grandmother with hazel eyes.

But what interested him and made the portrait more tragic was the mother and father held a picture of a five year old boy with blonde hair and blue eyes .

His father told him , that the young boy died just like that in the middle of the night.

The mother came to wake him up but found her son not moving or breathing.

What was stranger though he's father said that the woman claimed and swore she was seeing black shadows trailing her baby.

Nobody beilieved her she urged her husband to bless their baby but he refused telling her if he heard anymore of this gebbirish he'd send her to the nut house.

The woman suffered each day seeing the shadows circle her son and trail him.

She saw her son could see them and would often reach out to touch them but since there shadows it wasn't possible to touch them.

She tried blessing him herslef but when her husband walked in on her just as she was about to put holy water in his ears.

He shouted at her and poured the water atop her head.

The woman got problems with her heart after two months of her childs death.

On her will she wrote that on her tomb to write.

They are among us untill the very end.

Everyone thought she was crazy but after her death they wrote that.

How did he and his father know that story ?

The woman had a diary and wrote in it .

The diary was still present in the ' decendents chamber'

A room where all the special things and objects were kept from each family .

Shaking his head he continued walking until the corridor opened to a big floor .

With a chandelier hanging from above .

Glass windows on the far side of the first floor overlooking the pool.

A spiral staircase on the left going up to the second floor.

On the right side was a flat screen TV and brown leather couches his Mum sat on one of them.

" Sam is that you ". She asked closing the book she was reading.

" Ya".

" I need to talk to you ".

" Okay ". He replied.

And went to sit across from her , he put his feet on the table and said .

" Shoot ".

" I don't think your father is on buisness ".

" I don't think so too ". He said .

His mother Ashline chewed her lip.

" You think he's having an affair ".

He looked at his mother he wouldn't know why his father would cheat on her she was a beauty to behold.

With curled blonde hair , curles always bouncing when she moved.

Sparkling forest green eyes.

A bit of freckles here and there on a clear face .

She wasn't thin nor was she fat she was just right.

" Why'd he cheat on you ". He asked.

" He probably picked up the habbit ". She shouted slamming her hand on the table.

" Woah , what ". He asked taking of his legs of the table just in case she threw something at him. How did all this turn on him.

" Where were you? ".

" With some girl she- ".

But his mother cut him off.

" See , See!! This is where your father picked up his habit .

Jesus! ". She went stumping away.

Well...that went well.

He was all of a sudden eager to go to school see how Abbey was doing .

He lay his head on the coachs arm and closed his eyes.

" Thanks for caring ".

He snapped his eyes open and sat up so fast his neck cracked .

He winced and rubbed the soar part.

He was almost sure he heard someone say Thanks for caring.

Lookeing around no one was present.

Their maid came in the room and hurried to close the curtains .

" Did you say something". He aksed her .

" Uh-w-what no no nothing sir i just came here ".

Must have been his imagination.

He went up the wooden stairs Untill the very top passing floor two, three, four and finally ending in five.

There at the end of the hall was the ' Ancestorly chamber' He liked to call it that .

A diary was in need of checking.

He always loved reading his great great probably something grandmothers writting the way she described things and how her mind worked .

He turned on the lights.

Portraits of women lined both walls .

The womans portrait was there , this time her blonde hair was atop her head with blue ribbon .

Blue eyes stared above .

Those baggy and fluffy old English dresses , Baige colouring.

He squinted to see what it read Abigail Laran 1879-1894 .

Well she sadly died young.

Each lady of the house had a portrait of her and it would be hung here.

They weren't seen much though .

His feet echoed in the silence his mother Ash was probably contacting her 'people'.