We arrived home after Latitude ( a local music festival) and my large make-up container ( a little white set of drawers ) was upside down and backwards on the floor with make-up everywhere, it must have flipped ( ? ) as it fell ( ? ) off the side.
This particular Sunday was the day of the skype incident. I cannot remember the date.
Scarlet was on Skype to Fred ( a friend from our school) and our parents were out. She had previously told him about ken ( the ghost ) and he was begging us to take the computer up into the attic she he could look around. And eventually we agreed. We went down the hallway and slowly headed into the first room of the attic. ( our attic is split into 3 rooms, the first has beeen converted into a bedroom, the second is a slightly creepy storage foom and the second is a long, dark empty room where bats live, and it has no floor solid floor.)
When nothing happened we slowly made our way into the second room where once again nothing happened. But as I opened the door to the 3rd room suddenly everything happened.
At the far end of the room I saw a shadow flicker unnaturally, and heard a slight whisper. I was staring at scarlet but she was staring at a different corner of the room, then turning and running down the stairs. I heard her fall down the stairs as I slamed the door shut behind me. There were loud footsteps running down the 3rd room, towards the closed door at my back, getting louder and closer. As they reached the door it began to shake as if someone was trying to get out, but I leant against it as heavily as I could, squeezing my eyes shut. I called out to scarlet who shouted something from where she lay on the stairs, but did not come up to help me. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to leave the door as I was scared it would fly open and something sinister would emerge from it, but eventually it got too much for me and I ran as fast as I could away, slamming to other door behind me and almost tripping over scarlet on my way down the stairs.
She was sitting there, laughing hysterically, clutching the laptop, I grabbed her and we tumbled down the stairs. Scarlet told me that she had run from a voice & a laugh but had not heard the running I had heard. Once we were down stairs, and had got our breath back we turned to the laptop where fred had been on video chat the whole time. We looked at him exitedly.
“ Did you see it?”
“ Did you hear it?”
We looked at him through the tiny camera expectantly, waiting for confirmation that he had witnessed what we had seen.
“ See what? What happened?” his voice crackled through.
“ You didn’t see?”
“No, the camera cut out just as you got up the stairs and your voices went all weird.”
Me & scarlet just looked at each other.
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The Ghost Diaries
Non-FictionA true account of the hauntings happening in my house...
