The Legend Of Jacques Withers~ My Story 12/21/1998
Once upon a time, in the middle 1700's, 1752 to be exact, there was a boy, about 9 years old. I still remember his name. Jacques Withers. He had a horrible life. You might think that I might be over exaggerating, well think again. He was tortured by his step mother everyday. Forced to do straining labor, beat to build up "character", and bled for satanic rituals, all for little to no food and drops of warm and dirty water. He swore every night that he would make everyone pay. He would make them pay no matter what, and he did. Just not in his life time, but the ever after. Jacques killed himself, using the very knife he was tortured with. He didn't kill himself out of sorrow though, he did it out of revenge. He knew he could never do anything to get back at them if he was stuck as a pathetic 9 year old boy. Jacques knew something bigger though. All the legends say, he talked to the ghosts conjured by the very dark witchcraft played in the house. Everything says and leads to Jacques making a little deal with the trickster spirits. A little deal where if he gave his life, he could deal out revenge forever after, causing the people that hurt him to have the worst revenge of them all- guilt that can't be undone. Only problem is- he never moved on, even after the bad people were gone. Instead, he haunts all that even dares to place a toe on the property. How do I know this? How do I know his story? I was one of the people who dared to do the very thing he doesn't want anyone to do. Move into that house. Here is all that went on...
Me and my fiance moved into that house July 27, 1998. We were happier than anybody in the world. We had everything figured out, and this would have been the house we lived forever in, had a family, and even died in. That never happened. The first couple days, everything was at ease. The air was light, and the mood was warm. All said "This is the dream house" Things took a turn for the worst though. It was 5 days after we moved in, and I finally had everything settled into the perfect place. My fiance was at work, and I decided to relax on the couch. My hands grabbed the novel I was reading and I pressed my body into the crisp white cushion. I remember exactly that I only made it 4 pages in before I heard something very distinct. *Bam, Bam, Bam.* 3 times. No more, no less. It sounded like heavy miner boots stomping across the floor above. I jumped to my feet and screamed my fiance's name, thinking at first that it was just him home early. No response. Worried, I threw the book on the couch and let my feet run me upstairs. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. What I thought then, was that I was just tired, but then I heard the same pounding, except this time it was going downstairs. Most people would not follow it, unless they were armed, but I went for it anyway, no anything. My legs move fast down the steps. Nothing. I looked all around, feeling my heart threatening to beat out of my chest. Once I turn around to go back upstairs, I hear it again, sounding like it was from downstairs. All in my mind was telling me not to go down there, yet I do...... My feet glide down each step, getting shakier with every one. *Bam, Bam, Bam* It goes on again. The exact feeling was terror, I had to trudge my feet to get them to move. Finally, I am in the middle of the basement. My brown eyes are darting everywhere, trying to find the source of the noise. All seemed quiet until.... everything started to shake! My legs collapsed to the floor, and my pale white hands grabbed onto the carpet. After just seconds, all is still once more. I was trying my hardest to regain my breaths and steady them, but it's not working to well. Especially after I hear a raspy voice in my ear. "Bad people must pay......" It sneered. My head jolted to the side. Nothing was there. I was screaming in my head "What's going on!" Nothing could ever explain how much fear I had. Sharply taking in breaths, I remember forcing my legs to stand. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something I never noticed before.... a bump in the back basement room carpet. This confused me, the last people replaced the carpet. I walked over to the bump. Bending down, I see a tear in the carpet by it. I use that to my advantage and rip the carpet. What I saw ........ Haunts me to this day, a star in a circle, the devil sign. Not only that, but an old knife, an old letter, and a Quill pen. The letter said the very thing I wrote in the top of this letter, and that is how I knew, something dark was in this house. I quickly took the knife and scratched off the painted on death trap. After, I wrapped everything up in a cloth and stuffed it in my nightstand with a lock on it. I decided against telling my fiance, because he would think I am crazy or something. A week later, things got worse. Me and my fiance were in our bedroom, reading. Out of a deep trance in my reading, I heard something, like, metal clanging? I looked at my fiance to see if he heard it to. Sure enough, we were both looking at each other with a puzzled expression. I stepped out of bed and hid behind my fiance's tall frame. Slowly, he opened our bedroom door. I screamed. Outside our door, were knife's in a line, going all the way down the hallway, down the steps, and stops right in front of the door to the outside. Tears were brimming my eyes as my fiance picked up the knife's and inspected the house. Just like i knew, there was nothing. We went to bed, scared out of our wits. What I remember most clearly though, was the dream I had. I was in this room, and there were people in back robes towering over me. Each had a knife with a symbol on it. Flame, water drop, leaf, and a spiral of wind. The four elements. I was trying to move or wake up, but I was stuck, only able to feel the anticipation and fear coarse through me. They all reached down, but then in front of me, there was a boy. He leaned forward and whispered, "All must pay for the crimes they do, and as your punishment I will haunt you, say goodbye to all you love, for this battle I will have won, feel the pain I felt that night, where the sun was no where in sight, I may be small, but for the demons I can call, you should be leaving." His voice was dark and evil, raspy and evil. That, was all I could remember before I woke. The next day, I sat my fiance down and showed him everything. As he read through, I could tell he was beginning to share the same amount of fear I was. The whole thing was scary. To be able to go through all this and not tell another person, it's horrifying. Laying awake at night, wishing Jacques would go to where he needs to be. Knowing that if I dream, he would be feeding off my fear and screams in my slumber. For the next week, every night we would hear a voice hum frightful tunes. I was going on maybe a few hours of sleep. Every day it was getting worse. I knew it was from Jacques getting mad at us still being there. Little did I know then, that the worst is about to come. Me and my fiance were sleeping in bed, and I was just able to get to sleep after hours of ignoring the voices from in the walls. All of a sudden..... I woke up to a scream. "Ah!" It was my fiance. I jumped upright. My face had all it's color drained once I look over. My fiance had a knife in his stomach. I called 911 hurriedly. Once we were in the hospital, they asked me "How did the knife get in his stomach?" I had no clue how to answer them. The best I could come up with was "I don't know, I was asleep." To my surprise, they left it at that. Once my fiance was out of the hospital, we immediately packed our things and moved in with my sister. My fiance was in the car waiting for me to get out, but I took one last glance around the house. As I reached the basement, I saw him.... The boy, Jacques. "Told you i would make you all pay...." He chuckled giving me a devil of a smirk. As I walked out, all i could hear was his laugh, echoing through the house, and the dreaded song he played ever night. "Laying and waiting beneath your dreams, Feeding off your nightmare scream, as you want the sun to come, wishing I'd go to where I'm from....." The voice will forever lurk in my dreams, even if it is all over. I warn you all, stay away from Jacques house. And if you don't believe..... I dare you to spend one night there. Just wait until you hear his song.....
Sincerely,
Elizabeth Summers
-VickyToria.
*How did everyone like my legend? Did I scare the living daylights out of you? I hope so. I just thought I would make a story to match The Creepy Song. Vote, follow, enjoy*
