"Why exactly are you mad?"
It was a fairly easy to ask question, most people know why they're mad. However, that's when your talking to people, ghosts are another can of worms.
"I can't remember, but I don't want you here. It's terrible place and you'll suffer if you stay here for long." He seemed quite angry that I wasn't heeding his warning. In truth it was because the house was a ridiculous steal, costing 1/4 the price it should've been. I snatched it up quite quickly and moved as fast as I could.
Needless to say, finding out it was haunted was both wonderful and terrifying. On one hand I never wanted to live alone, I was frankly terrified of the thought. So having him was very comforting.
"Is there something specific about this house that would cause suffering to me? I probed the ghost once again.
It seemed tired and let out a muffled "I can't remember..." before his physical form disappeared.
This was no good, I would have to wait at least 24 hrs before the ghost regained enough strength to talk again, and an entire week for another glimpse of the physical appearance.
I decided that maybe they're are clues regarding the so called suffering I would endure. So the most obvious places to check would be the basement. I had explored every other part of the house and found nothing but scratch marks along walls. They were explained away by the seller. I can't remember what she said, but it was good enough for me.
I opened to door, grabbed a flashlight, a knife, and switched on the lights. There at the very bottom was a table. A bloody table, it had many marks and handcuffs along it? I jumped to a conclusion but decided... no that was way too much role-play, right? Aside from that there was various handcuffs along the walls. I got a terrible feeling in my gut and left, I sealed off the door and went to bed, making sure that my neighbors knew that if they heard a pin drop at my place, the should call the cops. I hurried off to bed and triple checked my door was locked before I finally felt a semblance of ease.
It was not long after that I heard the cops know knocking on my door on my door. I quickly realized that walking around the house when something or someone was heard inside was risky. So I decided to try signaling them, I grabbed my flashlight and propped up a chair against my door.
I climbed outside my window, it was on the first floor. So it was quite quick, I rounded the corner and fretted the officers.
"Uh, hello Mr. Jackson? Do you mind opening the doors?"
I nodded and they explained the situation as I let them inside.
"Your neighbors reported hearing doors open and lights turning on and they also mentioned that you had specifically mentioned to call us if this happened." I responded in agreement.
I lead the down to the basement where they noticed the handcuffs and bloody table. As they gasped they informed me that I should not stay in this house and that they would perform and investigation.
—— 1 Week Later ——
The cops had concluded their report and concluded that the house had a series of murders conducted in it. All victims had been lured inside and dragged away from their location leaving scratch marks along the walls.
In the basement people were beat over the head by a baseball bat, many had suffered from long term head trauma and likely a loss of memory.
I sold the house as soon I heard that.
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Short Stories
ParanormalA collection of short stories written by me. Most of them are sad and dark, at least I hope they are.
