Seeing Is Believing

Chapter Four

Vanessa breathed in the fresh air of the outside of the house, her heart slowly slowing down from its intense pounding as adrenaline simmered down.

Duart stood beside her slightly trembling, gulping in fresh air , hoping that ,that would help to calm his nerves.

Never had he been in a situation like that. He saw these kinds of stuff in the movies, but to live them? He shook himself to get rid of the horrible feeling stuck in his gut that this place was paranormal central. That things will be getting worse than they already seem to be.

He looked at Vanessa, his eyes taking in the fear that practically radiated from her in dark waves.

His lips pulled into a thin line, a frown forming in between his dark eyebrows.

The girl was a Sensitive. Someone who could see and interact with the paranormal if she wanted to. Like himself and his brother.

" Vanessa," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
She stilled, her eyes turning to meet his.
" Are you alright?"

Of course she wasn't, but he can ask, though, can't he?

"No," she admitted softly," I am tired of them. The man in the hallway before the bathroom. The old woman and the girl. The man in the old Boer war getup. I'm sick of them. What do they want from me? My Mamma don't believe me when I speak of them. My sister thinks I'm trying to scare the little ones. Alice sees them like I do,but everyone says I put her up to saying she does. Duart, I don't want to be here. What if there's more than the guy in the Boer war getup or the old woman and the young woman?"

Duart moved closer to her, taking her hands. " There's probably more. My Tannie Diana says there are hostile things in this house. My Mamma said she's lying, but my Mamma looked scared when she said it. I think she's lying and not Tannie Diana. But anyway, come let's go back to your Mamma. Just because we were in trouble down in the basement doesn't mean we should leave your Mamma to do all the work alone."

Vanessa breathed in and out then nodded, letting him lead her into the house.
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It was late afternoon when Wickus came.

He resembled Duart. They could have been twins. He was shorter than Duart, though, and had a thinner ,less muscular, built and he was friendly. More than Duart.

He told Vanessa that she shouldn't fear the ghosts of the house. But what does he know. She knew at least one of the ghosts are hostile towards her. She can't just  not fear them.

He told her about two guys standing at the far side of the house on the porch. They'd called him to the house and he thought that maybe they were there to clean the house or paint it, but when he stepped onto the porch, they weren't there and then he heard a baby cry and a woman scream like a banshee.

He'd ran out of there, but had looked back and lo and behold, the guys were back on the porch, beckoning to him to come over. He didn't. He ran.

" Duart and I saw the baby today," she told him as he helped her carry out trash, which consisted of broken cutlery and mouse eaten magazines that just wasn't salvageable.

Wickus halted in his tracks, turning his head to look at her. " Where?," he asked.

" The basement. We heard someone's death rattles too and that banshee scream. We ran out of there, but I think I might be hearing her or see her tonight. I see them anyway so..." She shrugged and continued walking to the green garbage bins at the front gate.

Wickus slowly followed her with a thoughtful look upon his face.

" Do you have a Bible somewhere?," he asked as they walked back to the house.