Scary Voices

Chapter 1

A cold chill slid slowly down my spine as I reached the steps of this notoriously old crooked house but I was determined to see for myself what all these stories were about. As I drew the key nearer to the keyhole I could feel my hand shaking. "What am I doing", I said to myself, it's just an old house with old folk stories associated, I needed to get a grip. I took a deep breath and put the key in, I felt it the lock click but needed a stiff twist to open the rusty lock that had probably not been touched for some years now. Finally I heard the lock click again and I gently moved the lever down with my other hand and felt the door open as it creaked.  

Cobwebs appeared at the top of the door frame that stretched as I drew the door open further until dust flickered through the sunlight that hit the hall that was eager to escape. As I looked into the dark I pulled out the key from the lock and placed it into my jacket pocket. 

Hesitantly I stepped forward and opened the door further to let more light in so that I could glance around to decide on my next course through the damp smell and stagnant air that stood still since the last family occupied the property many years ago. 

I walked over to the table in the corner and noticed the telephone was black but covered in dust and was an old retro phone not seen in my times, must have been handed down through generations I thought. As I lifted the receiver I noticed the tone was unusual also not one that I heard in my years. A short sharp gasp of air I heard and then an exhale as if the sound was akin to someone breathing. It was as if there was someone on the end of the receiver breathing heavy. I put the phone back on its holder and moved on through the hall. 

I walked towards one of the rooms on the ground floor on the left known as a parlour in distant times and as it have been referred to in times gone by. As I drew the door ajar slightly I felt the cold chilling air sweep around my body as if it were clasping me holding me still. Then I noticed a soft voice calling out "Help me, help me, help me" the sound got softer and died down as I tried to search all around the room as to its location. But the room was empty and I couldn't fix the point as it bounced around from wall to wall from the left round to the right. 

An ice cold sensation entered my right shoulder as I felt a hand gently lay down as I turned I could see a glowing light in the shape of a body hover behind me but I was not able to make out what the gender was as it was just a white mist with darkened areas where the eyes would be. Then gently the hand pushed my forward to force me to take a step forward further into the room. My breathing slowed and my chest was fixed at a point as I tried to take in all that had suddenly happened. 

As I entered the room further I felt the hand release from my body and noticed the figure fade away. "Why did this entity want me to go further into this dark cold haunted room", I thought. There must have been have someone trapped in here for so long and reached out to me for help. 

I turned around slowly from right to left trying to fix on what may be looking at me that I couldn't quite locate. Another presence started to glow from white to black back to white as if it was fading from light to dark, as this was occurring I noticed the sound again that I heard earlier when I initially entered the room, "Help me" as before. The figure reached out an arm dressed in thick black tweed cloth but no hand. 

I took a step back so that I could digest the presence and make my next move. Even though this should have been a scary moment wanting me to just turn and run out I felt quite at ease and sorry for the figure even though I couldn't make out what it actually was. 

A warm glow start to appear to make out a face like shape with a dim hum radiating through my head as if I was standing next to an electric pylon. It must have been feeding off me as I could feel my body quiver in time with the sounds in my head drawing energy from me to him. Then the hand start to appear that was reaching out to me and then the other hand as if it was using my energy to rejuvenate itself into a visible presence for me to interact with.  

Whatever this was it was using me to bring itself back into the living world. But why me I wondered? It must have felt at ease to use me as a source of energy to reproduce itself so that I could communicate with it. Whatever this was it was something that I never dreamt about or thought about in all my years living in this world but always wondered what happened after we died, where did we go or end up? Maybe I am crossing over to the other side or in between worlds looking into my afterlife.