The Haunted Painting

The painting

You see until it happened i was a typical teenage girl. i had my dreams- a handsome boy. The trouble is what should be a romantic story, is infact, so chilling, so terrifying, so utterly awful that it is difficult for me to even write about it. But for you dear reader... I will try.

The day began cold and blustery, in contrast to almost two weeks of uninterrupted sunshine, the weather in England is so unpredictable. On my way home from school i brought a painting from a very odd shop. The paintings were all slanted and positioned in a certain way. however, its does look like the shop owner couldn't be bothered to fix it upright and the entire shop was black. The shop owner said the boy in the painting is called Jaden, its quite a nice name if you ask me. When I got home I put it upon my bedroom wall which is now pink with purple stripes and orange circles. 

Every night when I go to bed I always stare at the painting as if it reminds me of someone. More like the person in my dreams really. When I stare, it seems to always hold my gaze, like it's a real person. I decided to go up to the painting and cover its eyes with my hand; it feels as if his eye lashes are brushing against my hand, so when I removed my hand it doesn't blink. Why does it feel so real but yet so fake? His skin was mocha and his eyes a deep, caramel brown. In the background, and I confess this made me a little uneasy was a small, white object. It looked like a...key?

Today is a bright morning. I pull over the covers of my bed and jump up to pull open my curtains. The sun shines so brightly in my eyes like a star shining bright in the night. I go over to the painting of Jaden and caress my hand over his face. Someone in my head tells me its real he can see you, touch his hands, and kiss him. So I tell it to just shut the hell up, as if anything like that can happen. I get dress for school, put my hair in a pony tail and head down stairs to eat my breakfast. I reach for my keys and made my way to school.

First lesson is English and a new boy has come in and joined our school. His name is called Jaden the teacher tells us. How weird. My friend Janet welcomes me with a hug and sits down besides me.

At lunch time I sat with my friends as usual and ate my lunch. I turned to look out for Jaden but I guess my friends were looking at me.

''your looking for him aren't you''

But in stead of saying 'yes' I said 'no'

''no''

After school when I was walking home I saw Jaden running up to me.

''hey'' was all that got out of him.

''hi'' I said

''um... this is gonna sound weird but um...do you mind if I come round your house because my mum and dad are having a party with there colleagues, so they want me out the house. Also i asked everyone else and they said they were too busy as well. Am only asking because I saw you looking at me and I thought I might give you a try. So here I am. I mean we only just met and you don't have to say 'yes' you can say 'no' and i could go and ask someone els-

''-alright calm down, its fines am not busy at all''

I felt myself blushing loads because my face was burning bright red. Did he really ask to come round my house? I mean we have only just met like he said. But I really... really...REALLY like him.

''thanks'' he replied after 3 heartbeats passed.

When I got home I pulled out my key as quickly as I could and unlocked my front door.

''Mum and dad won't be home until midnight''

I made a pot of tea so we could have tea and biscuit. We then sat down and drank and ate.

''wait here am going to change'' I tell him after we had our snack.

I came down stairs seeing him watching 'women in black' I'm always scared when I watch that film. I just can't stand it. As I made my way back up stairs the floor board creaked and he came to check it out. He asked me if I was alright and I told him I was fine. I remembered about the painting in my room and told him to come and check it out.

When I opened my bedroom door his eyes were straight onto the painting. He went up to it locked in its gaze. That's when I became fully aware that they look like each other. Were they twins of some sort? Same mocha skin and same deep caramel brown eyes. He asked where I got it from and I told him from an odd shop that's just round the corner. After a minute of silence he asked for my name and told him it was Hannah. That was weird, i mean who does that? What a freak, but i suppose i still like him. We went back down stairs and watched the rest of 'women in black' even though I was holding my breath half way through. He told me he better gets going or he will be late. Then he was gone just like that.

I was pacing my bedroom carpet taking in everything i saw. That look it was the same expression in the painting.When I turned around to look at the painting I hadn't realize how close I was. I was cm away. I felt something, a hand, like it was drawing me in. It could be a figment of my imagination but my eyes were shut closed and so was my mouth; I wasn't able to scream. Then I saw it... it was really him... no... no... NO! ...

I woke up with a bad headache on a sunny morning. I took a shower and ate breakfast. I prepared myself for another day at school, and to tell jaden everything that had happened to me last night.

When I reached the school gates I saw Jaden talking with his friends. When he saw me staring he came up to me straight away. This means that I have to prepare myself to say what I have just witness or in fact experience what had happened to me yesterday. But before I could even remember what happen, he was there right in front of my face. I mean I had to say something or he will get suspicious.

''hey what have you been up to''

''nothing much and you''

''oh am fine don't worry about me... and there's something else I have to tell you to''

''well what is it then''

I led him to a bench and told him everything that had happened to me yesterday. After finishing my story he looked quite shock... no terrified... no amazed... no haunted... yeah he looks haunted. He sat there in silence taking in what I had just said. Then he told me his story how his parents told him that he once had a twin who looks like the painting I have on my wall and how he has never seen him. But he said that he overheard his parents saying that there's a painting of him and that they need to get hold of it before it comes to life and he said he has no idea what they're talking about. This time I sat in silence taking in what I just heard. The bell rang for first lesson, but I told him that we should bunk first lesson and go to the park before we get caught.

After getting an ice cream we found ourselves at the park. We started playing on the swings then went on the slides and every other activity there was. After finishing our activities we made our way onto the grass exhausted and tired. We were so close together that we could almost kiss. He asked me if I wanted to come round his house and check it out, and I said why not.

We were sitting down on the carpet in his room. He was telling me stories about his family and how things go after him at night and how he has bad nightmares. We heard the front door open then click shut again.

''I think my parents are here lets go down stairs so they know were here... and I can introduce you''

Once we were down stairs they both look up at me

''Hey'' they said in sync

''Mum and dad this is Hannah and Hannah this is my mum and dad''

They introduced themselves. After that Jaden's mum went and made some tea, which we had with chocolate biscuits. When we were done Jaden asked if I can come and have a look round his house.

Jaden showed me round his house which was big and spacious and defiantly grand. When he came to the last room he stopped with a bread of sweat coming down his face.