Teen Life

(29) Teen Life

Teen Life

Chapter 29

The truth

Joel Campbell

We took off towards the little living room at the front of the house and Jane reached the door first, slamming right into it. She grabbed a hold of the handle and started pushing and pulling furiously.

“It won’t open,” she yelled so I grabbed it from her and tried to open it but with no luck.

“The back door,” I said, breathing heavily as we both scrambled towards it. I reached the door first this time but it too wouldn’t open.

“The windows?” Jane asked with a helpless expression on her face, probably already knowing that it won’t work.

“We can try,” I replied, letting go of the door and walking towards the window. I pushed it up and to my surprise it opened.

“Quickly, let’s get out! I yelled, waving Jane over. The window was above a counter so I helped her up and watched impatiently, wanting to get the hell out of this place. She was halfway through the window when I felt this sudden gush of air and the window slammed closed cutting her body in half right in front of my eyes. Her legs lay shaking on the counter while the rest of her upper body fell to the ground on the other side.

This time it was my turn to just stare. I was in complete shock as I backed away into the wall and slid to the floor.

I didn’t get up until Mike and Susan entered the kitchen. Mike stared at Jane’s legs that were still twitching while Susan screamed frantically. By the time they had calmed down I was able to think again and pushed myself to my feet. I left them there and headed back to my office, not knowing what else to do. I sat down in front of the screens trying to figure out what was going on while I watched the kids dying one by one.

By this time it was obvious that the house was haunted and that the thing in the mirror was real. The question was, how am I supposed to stop it? I sat there staring at the screens wondering until I remembered the load of books that we had taken from the library when we were preparing the house. The library was over full and some of the books were so old and looked more like journals then books so we removed them and packed them into one of the cupboards.

I jumped up from my chair and ran to the room throwing open the door. It was our equipment room and although I always order everybody to be very careful with the stuff I didn’t take my own advice. I pushed the stuff out of the way and made my way to the cupboard. I pulled open the door and found myself face to face with stacks of books. I would have to do this quickly if I were to save myself and any of the kids.

I started throwing the books on the ground, not caring about damaging them. I had more important things to worry about at the moment. I got about halfway through the stacks when I found the journals I was looking for. I grabbed a hold of them and ran back to my office where I spread them out on my desk and started looking through them. I had to find the answers. Why was the house haunted? What could I do to stop it?

The journals were dated back over hundreds of years when the house was first built. It belonged to a young newlywed couple. The man was rich and had the house built for him and his family. They lived in the house with their five daughters. One set of triplets who were the youngest with the older two a few years apart. The woman’s mother and father lived in the house with them and the father worked while the mother stayed home and helped her daughter with the kids.

The man desperately wanted a son and when the doctors told him that his wife couldn’t have any more kids he went crazy. He was determined to have a son no matter what it took and so started raping his daughters, hoping that one of them would fall pregnant and give him a the son he so desperately wanted. The mother knew but there was nothing she could do to stop him. Whenever she tried to interfere he would hit her until she was bloody and broken and then he would remind her that it was her own fault and that he wouldn’t be doing it if she would just give him a son.