Chapter 2
I ran towards them as Stephen attacked me tackling me down on the sand, we laughed for a while as Peter throw Stephen away from me helping me to get up. At first Peter was scolding Stephen but he only shrugged it off.
As we sit at the Bon fire together with Beatrix, Stephen and Maurice while Peter and Austin was on the "Barbecue duty " thing. As the two of them was on their job the four of us are having some Ghost stories, Stephen was keeping himself distracted soon enough he had enough and left joining Peter and Austin on a barbecue duty so the only one who's left are Me, Beatrix and Maurice.
(Quick Freakin Authors' Note : this story that will be written are just made up, so its your decision if your going to read it. Your choice you piece of Pumpkin !!! )
"Hey, come back here Stephen ! Dont be such a chicken!" Yelled Maurice
"Yeah! Your a man Stephen you can do it!" Beatrix chortled
"Fuck yourself your self !" Yelled Stephen
The three of us laugh our asses off, and Even Peter and Austin are laughing too making one of them slip the tongs off their hands. Not enough were done, were back to telling stories making Stephen stomp away form the group but he went back. He said that he would rather be with us and listen to our stories instead being alone so we went back as Peter and Austin keep grilling.
(Authors note : I take it back.... And I manage to get the story at some sight called creepypasta its very good so I recommend you to read it. It might be long but its fuckin worth it)
Not long enough Stephen started to tense up and went in the story.
"I read this story a thousand times and it never gets old, so I might try to tell it yah guys but I would pretend I was the boy in the story is that alright ?" Asked Maurice
"Go on," I stated
"Ok then, When I was seven years old my ten year old brother Jamie was kidnapped, or so they say. The police claimed whoever had taken him were 'professional' in doing so. That I had been incredibly lucky to have not been taken as well. They described the kidnapper in this way because no finger prints were ever found on any of the furniture. My brother had never made a sound at the time and most importantly, there was no sign of a break in at all. None of the windows had been broken, the doors weren't busted. Nothing.
Several days before his disappearance my father found a painting while rummaging around in the attic. He had been trying to find his old bass guitar after I had asked him if he played any instruments. Turns out he used to play in a band with some of his friends, and was a pretty decent player. His group was called 'Serrated Edge.' Unfortunately after an hour of searching the guitar was never found, but the painting was. It had been placed against a wall and surrounded by boxes, my father had noticed the golden frame glinting as he walked around.
The painting itself was magnificent when he lowered it down. It seemed to be in good condition despite being in the attic for so long. There was a house in the picture, a large grey house surrounded by grass. In the background a cliff could be seen, then a sudden drop which evened out to an ocean. It stretched on into the distance. Some birds could be seen up above circling the house. On the back were scrawled some words in red ink that read 'Gadael ei ben ei hun.' My mother recognised it as welsh, we didn't know what it meant at the time. My brother and I weren't very ecstatic about having it as a new house decoration, but my father loved its simplicity. He decided to put it up our bedroom.
That night we had dinner as usual, spaghetti I believe, then my brother and I went upstairs for bed. We both shared the same room. We were slightly afraid of the dark so our door was left ajar most days, letting some of the light seep in. After getting changed into our pyjamas and joking around for a bit we both settled down to sleep.
