Mom : Starting of fear

Beginning Or The End

Two paranormal investigators, Mr. James Adams and Miss Mary Williams, knocking on the huge door, finally came inside the house. With a big smile, she stood in front of Mrs. Clara Miller, who is an artist. She was slender, with big blue eyes and blonde hair. She looked depressed and unhappy. Clara, with a poker face, greeted the investigators. James Adams, a giant with a chubby face and brown eyes, had a shine on his silky, long black hair. Mary Williams, a tall lady with reddish hair and blue eyes, greeted Clara back. The three went to the living room. The room was quite dark, but a line of light came through a crooked window.

They sat on a big fur sofa that had a print of cheetah, and Clara, with a very high-pitched voice, said, “Thank you for coming. I had a sweet little child called Chloe; she was 7.” She showed the picture of her daughter with a sad poker face. “Chloe died a few days ago in her room, and it is a mystery what happened to her.” Mary Williams, who got to know about this in a newspaper article, said, “That’s why we are here; don’t worry, we will solve this case.” James added, “Can you take us to that room and explain a bit more?” Clara responded, “Sure!” She took both of them to Chloe’s bedroom. “Here it is! This is where Chloe was found dead." She said this while pointing at an old, rusty chair and started weeping. “Chloe loved this chair, and she brushed Heller’s hair while sitting on this chair and singing a melody she once loved.” Said Clara with watery eyes. “Who is Heller?” asked Mary. “The doll that you can see on the bed laying.” The doll was pretty, and she had long white hair that felt like it was turning black. The doll wore a blue dress that Chloe made herself.

"Who gifted Heller to Chloe?" asked James. "I gifted her on her birthday, which was 5 days before she passed." said Clara while swiftly moving the chair. After they talked and investigated a while, James got a bit tired and sat on the brown and noisy chair. Mary took the doll in hand and started to look if there were any evidence. Clara, who was watching this, was confused. She said, "I was a teenage mom... (she was mumbling) and got really scared when my daughter shouted loudly, saying "MOM." While hearing this, the doll came down from the hands of Mary, and there was a scream that came from Mr. James. He said, "Augh!" That hurts!".   A mystery was slowly unravelling. Mary looked startled, wondering how that was even possible; maybe they were getting closer to unfolding the investigation. Mary told James to be seated and answer her questions based on her observations. She said, "What did you feel?" James answered, "It felt like I slipped and was about to break my back." Mary knew what was happening. She said, "It is the doll that is connected to your daughter's death." "How...?" said Clara. "Your daughter has been killed by the doll, but what is it with the chair?"

"The doll!" You are right. "I have seen some strange things happening with the doll; the doll felt like she was moving and singing at night." Said Clara, gathering herself. James continued, "So you have also experienced such things, but then why didn’t you tell us before?" "Because I was afraid that you would think I was crazy because I lost my child." "Don’t worry, Clara, we are here to help you, not to make fun of you," said Mary.

Mary, James, and Clara have now started toward a psychic. Even though Clara wasn’t ready for this, James and Mary forced her. They reached the place, which was in the middle of nowhere. The place looked like a big palace that was surrounded by trees that had shading leaves and rotten branches. They went in. The palace looked like a hut, which was big enough but was crooked, and things were lying around and misplaced. James said “Is someone here?" They all, one by one, called out. A voice answered, "You are at the right place; I can sense something fishy here." A man came out of a room that wasn’t quite visible because the door was slightly open. A huge shadow entered before the man and greeted him, "Hi!" "I am Adele Ortiz, a psychic." He continued, "I know you both, but wouldn’t you introduce the young lady?" "I am Clara Miller; nice to meet you." "I know the whole story about why you all are here; can I see the doll?" They went near a table, which was rusted. They all sat down on the chairs. As soon as they sat down, Adele started investigating and focusing on the doll.

The tension and suspense were increasing more than before. Clara was really terrified and scared; the look could be seen in her eyes. Suddenly Adele said, "Heller didn’t kill Chloe!" Adele said while holding the doll, with flame in his eyes and that rough and deep voice, "She is the one who killed Chloe!" He pointed at Clara.