Hidden Rooms

1: Where It All Began...

Hi. My name is Leah Ross and I'm fifteen years old. I was only 5 when the incident occurred but my mind remembers every little detail; from the color of it, to the icy, damp feel of it's body on my skin.

I was sitting in my room, playing with my favorite doll. I heard a scream of pain echoing from downstairs. I rushed to see what was happening. All I could see was my father's corpse lying there. Not moving. Not talking. Not smiling. His cold, glassy eyes looked like they were watering. His skin looked as if it had been drowned in white paint. His hair looked like it had been in a ghastly storm. He looked perfectly calm. Too calm. I walked over to him as a trail of water ran down my burning cheeks. Then, everything was silent. The only thing I could hear was the same scream in my head. The painful death shriek. I couldn't believe I let this happen. What was I going to do now? A strange hissing sound entered my ears, breaking my thoughts. What was in the house? The lights flickered. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. After this, a long, uncomfortable silence.
"I know who you are Leah... I will get revenge on you too.... But I have to wait until you are 16, only then can I kill you.... ".

Just then a translucent sheet of silk drifted above me. It felt like water vapor surrounding me. I am not too sure what that exactly was, but I felt like all the happiness in my world had evaporated away - as if a hurricane was about to start destroying everything in my life. Suddenly, the tables and chairs started vibrating violently; the lamp started swinging back and forth and the drawers of the wooden shelves started to open and slam shut. A piece of paper flew out and everything became quiet once more. I snatched the paper from the air. Two words were written on it with what looked like was blood. AGNES CREEK.