The Haunted House

Chapter 2

I flung open the door. The girl was gone! My suspicions were confirmed. She was a ghost! But why was she still here? My parents were spiritualists; they specialized in spirits. According to their book, The Reasons Why Spirits Exist, that girl would either have been trapped inside this house or is waiting for someone. It could be either of those.

Maybe she was waiting for me! None of the residents who had lived here previously had reported ghost sightings, or so I think. My parents might have bought this house because a ghost was here, to do some research.

Suddenly, there was a bark at my foot. Hoover was tugging at something invisible with his teeth. There was a sharp ripping sound. I found a piece of silver fabric, shining in the moonlight in Hoover's mouth. I gasped.

The fabric in Hoover's mouth was the fabric from the girl's dress in the movie, The Haunted House.

Girl's Point-of-view

She has come! She's finally figured it out! She's going to save me from him! As I listened at the door, watching the child talk to her dog, I felt his spirit calling me. He needed some energy. I wondered what he was doing lately. He was losing so much energy... as was I. Only a few more hours. The child will figure out what will happen at 12 o' clock and will know where I am. This is the last time I will have to give him energy!

My Point-of-view

I had to see the girl's face and watch the rest of the movie. It was crucial that I do so because I needed to see the girl's past, present, and future. Or I could just try to remember my past.

Courtney, I admonished myself, now is not the time for jokes. As I walked toward the door, I saw something that wasn't there before. A handprint.

When I tried to look at it more closely, the handprint faded away, leaving me with a sense of lingering dread.

I was overwhelmed with disappointment when I saw that in the movie, the girl's face was always fogged. What was the reason for that? Even her parents' face was fogged. I guess it was time to do some research.

After searching fruitlessly for ten minutes, I gave up. There was no movie called The Haunted House. It didn't exist! Suddenly, my bookshelf rattled and it kept on rattling as if something or someone was trying to get out.

One book dropped and fell open. The ink in the book was turning into blood! A sentence formed in the book with blood. As soon as the last word fully formed, the rattling stopped. All I wanted was her death. 

There were footsteps upstairs. One pair was light, like a girl's and the other one was heavy, like a boy's. A door banged and suddenly, there was an ear piercing scream coming from the attic, which was... downstairs?

If the ghost or ghosts were upstairs, then how in the world did the screams come from downstairs? I ran towards the attic and tried to open the door, but it was locked.

I ran into the hallway and got the nearest chair to break the door open with, but the door was already unlocked. I ran inside and found... nothing.

To be continued...