Binding Memories

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

                                                                          Kieran

The aging house was gloomy, brooding. The night did nothing to make the building any less sinister.

I sighed softly, watching the dust particles stirring in front of me in the empty room. What was once my bedroom had been changed so many times with different tenants until the last family left their mattress and a bare dresser along with other furniture they couldn't pick up quick enough behind. Beyond my bedroom, the darkness of the hallway echoed emptiness.

Faintly, I could hear the being that made people move out just as quickly as they moved in. The same thing that took my dead little sister to hell. It stirred restlessly a floor below. I could feel it's presence as if it was sliding a knife on the back of my neck. It was sickening.

I used to be frustrated living this life for over a hundred years, stuck in the same clothes that I wore when I died and the same seventeen year old body. The only small joys I could have was scaring the living daylights out of the people moving in my home or when someone thinks about the name I carved into my bedroom wall when I was alive. 'Kieran Moore' they'd think. 'Who could that person be?'

It has been at least five years since the last tenants rushed out. Four years when the insane group of people started intruding upon my home and gave me a wicked house mate. Satanists, black magick users, whatever they were, they knew exactly what they were doing when they summoned this monster into my home. A monster that takes delight from sending lost souls to hell.

My stomach churned, unease flowing through me and making me tense my apparitional body. Quickly, I rushed to the door, hearing the storming footsteps coming upstairs before I slammed the door closed. "You will never be allowed in here," I announced in a hard tone. My hands turned to fists as the demon pounded on the door, it's roars vibrating the air around me.

I find myself blessed that I had found out one spot where the beast couldn't enter. But right now I feared that since it has awakened, it meant that the group of devil-worshipers were close. Where was that light I was supposed to step through? Why must I be tormented and chained in this dreaded house?

I glanced at the only window, ignoring the loud, insistent snarling as I peered outside, careful not to slip through the wall. There was two figures standing in front of the house. From ones curvy shape and the other's buff build, I assumed a woman and a man. When I concentrated on their features, a bright flash shined before my eyes. I flinched away from the window just as another flash lit up the room for a split second. A few moments passed before I deemed it alright to peek through again. The woman had lowered her device and slowly walked up to the house while the man lingered behind.

It was then that I became aware of the lack of sinister presence and noise and turned to the door, alarmed. Seemingly, it had some interest in our new guest as well. Was it after her? Someone alive?

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Neomi

After uploading my pictures to my computer- finding nothing once again- I printed the pictures to add to my secret photo album. Just because I didn't catch any spirits didn't mean it was exciting to be in a place not just anyone would go in to. When I get old, I'm gonna show my babies and my grand-babies this. Next generation ghost-hunters? You bet!

The stranger still bothered the farthest corner of my mind. Somehow, I didn't get the feel that he was a fellow ghost hunter like yours truly. Just the thought of him still sent shivers through me.