The Haunting

Church

Church

Everyone sat in the church complaining how they were never coming back. I did feel a little bit bad because Bernie was never going to hear the last of this. Then he came back with towels and blankets. "If anyone needs to take a shower there is 3 of them in the basement. There is clothes here also if you don't want to go back and get your own. There will be no breakfast I'm sorry. " he said. People got up and took the towels I needed a shower too. Really bad. But if I was going back in the house there would be no need to.

Nana waited for the people to get done with their showers until she got hers. I told her I was going to get out things from the house. So she went off. I looked around to make sure no one was following me. I took off to the house. When I got there the first thing I did was go through the whole house and locked all the windows and doors that led outside. I went to nana suit case and got a bible.

I went into the kitchen and got out 7 candles and a 2 glasses. One filled with water and the other filled with olive oil. I went into out room and got the holy water I put all of my supplies out and put them on the bed. I needed a cross. And I needed to wait till the sun was going down. The patience would kill me but I had to do it. I went grabbed some clothes and started for the door. I took one last look at the house. "I am sorry " I said and walked out.

I got to the church and nana was already dressed in some clothes the church provided. I took my shower and dressed in my own outfit. "We'll I am not going to stay here all day and do nothing" she said. "What do you want to do then?" I asked sitting on the pew next to her. "Go into town, go shopping, go eat. Something. " she said.

We got in the car and drove about 20 miles from the church until we came into a small town with shopping stores and restraints. The first thing we did was eat. It was around 11am when we finished. We sat out in the car before moving. "What do you think they are going to do with the house?" Nana asked. "I don't know " I said. We sat there in silence thinking. "I hope they get the smell out. I didn't pay $300 for it to drive us out. " she said and started the car.

We went to a few stores and got some things to keep us occupied. On our way back we passed by this antique place. Of corse nana had to go in. I followed behind her working our way through a bunch of glass junk no one has room for. She went over to one side of the store and I went to the other. I was just glancing at things until I passed by the smallest of walkways back to an area with nothing but books.

I squeezed my way through and stood in the middle of 4 shelves full of books. I looked through the titles of them until I started to realize that one whole shelf was just on religious faiths. I ran my fingers across them. They had to be about 200 years old. I went down the roll until I saw one titled 'the practice of satanism'. I stood there staring at the book daring myself to remove it from its place. I looked for nana and didn't see her. I slowly grabbed the spine of the book sliding it from its spot. It's pages were coming apart and were stained with various colors.

I didn't feel the need to read the book so I just skimmed through the glossary. It was not a book on how to worship it was a book telling about it. How people act, how their voice changes. Things I already knew. But I kept turning pages. There was a picture stuck in it near the back. It was black and white and looked burnt around the edges. I took it out and looked.

It was of a girl. A little girl. About 4 or 5. She was sitting in what appears to be her grandfathers lap. The longer I looked at the picture the more I saw something in the girl. Her face. Her eyes. What was it? I sat there wondering. She seemed so filmilar..... No... It couldn't be. Abby?!

I stood up, hand over my mouth in awe. There is no way. I looked at the picture again. I turned it over. The date 1814 was written on it. That was the year the Mayest house was open for travelers. A chill went down my spine. I closed the book and put it back but kept the picture. I stuck it in my pocket and went off to find nana.

Nana was looking at some old dishes. "Look at this, we have this same one in out house back home" she said. I didn't say anything as we finished our way through the piles of stuff. "Did you find anything?" She said. I shook my head and walked out. By the time we got back to the church it was about 5 pm. The sun goes down about 7:30 pm. I had to admit it was nice to actually get out for a while and do something and not just stay in the church all day.

However, now that we are back, I needed to get a cross. And the church being a Catholic one, that should not be a problem. "We need to find Bernie to see if we are staying here" she said. There was a few people still here. "Excuse me, do you know where Bernie is?" I asked a guy reading from his phone. "In there" he said pointing to a door. I thanked him and went on my way.

I opened the door and found Bernie sitting at a desk writing. "Are we staying here?" I asked. He jumped and looked at me. "Haven't anyone ever taught you to knock?" He said holding his chest. "Are we" I asked. "I think so. There are cots in the room upstairs. And there is plenty of blankets. " he said. "Ok. Thanks" I said about to walk out. "Why did you do this?" He asked. I stopped and looked at him. "What are you talking about?" I said giving him the blankets stare I could. His mouth tightened. "Why did you have to run everyone out?" He said trying to hide his anger.

I laughed. "You think I did that? No way man. No me" I said trying to seem normal. "I can't stand you. You are such a punk." He said. I gave him a fake offended look. "Oh that hurts so bad." I said in a punk voice. He stood up. "Go ahead. Do something sinful in church" I said. He just stood there glaring at me. I gave him a smirk and walked out.

Now I know I was hateful to him but it really bothers me to know that he knows about the evilness in the house and let's people stay there. And he is the one who drug me outside and started yelling at me. I would not have a single problem if it was not for him. When I get the house to be pure again he will thank me. But then again, my plans may not work and I will have to go with plan B. But I just hope not.