I remember a lot of the times in that house. My young eyes peered out of the lunchroom windows at it. My school had always been as small as it is now. But now that I'm older I am grieving.
As a young child I was fascinated by the house beside the school. It was lovely once its wight paint illuminated at night by even the slightest amount of light. It was old though the finish rotted away the owners and all inheritors of the building all dead. My small school connected to a church and the church owned the Chinabegs. This was the buildings name because of the two families that originally owned it where the China's and the Beg's. How I loved staring at that house during daycare when I was young. I always went to daycare back then. We would tell ghost stories of the house.
The story ranged from the bird in the toilet myth to the man how broke in and hung himself. To an adult these stories would be childish but to the young girl I was then they where wonderful and possibly why I'm so interested in the paranormal. I believe my favorite story is that of the colour morphing Teddybear. It was a story told in daycare Molly smiled she was like the queen of the school and she lived spinning tails for the rest of use.
Around the depression a ten year old girl committed suicide and she was well known in town for having a wight Teddybear. After her death the bear disappeared. The next people who lived there had a little girl. The girl was very similar to the one who had died. The new child also had a Teddybear a blue one. The The girl loved the color blue. Her parents where very worried about the girl. They heard her talking to herself. A few months latter the girl stopped playing with her Teddybear leaving it on the bed and some say they saw her at church with a wight one but when they asked the girls parent where she got it but they said it belonging to her. One night the parents heard loud noises upstairs and there child scream. the mother stud up a red liquid dropping from between the wood plank floors she put her hand to her face screaming at the blood. They ran upstairs seeing there daughter who had bleed out the blood a dark red sticky pool on the floor. The Father looked up to the bed seeing the blue Teddybear, the wight Teddybear, and an other red blood covered bear.
Molly finished her story "If you go to the back door and look in you can still see the bears staring at you if you see the wight one then you will be guided not to make the first little girls choice. If you see the blue then you are cursed to go threw trial, and if you see the red you are cursed to live with death looming in some form."
About two weeks later after daycare three girls in my class and I be snuck out to the house. No one lived there and it was public property. I refused to get any closer to the house and certainly not onto the steps. They laughed calling me a baby. Two of the girls looked threw the keyhole,"I I see it!" exclaimed the first girl both laughed saying how pretty and wight it was. The next girl looked in,"I see blue " she sighed but stud confident. they laughed and I didn't move tell after they had went back inside. I waled up the creaky steps peeking in I frowned,"The liars its a red Teddybear." I turned hopping down the steps hearing a loud bang on the door. I looked back running from the building. I didn't think anything of it and I still don't the four of use never spoke of the Teddybears again.
That building has always been a cool happy place even for all the fear it struck into me as a child. But today is the most unfortunate of days. I'm now in high school at the same place and today we where washing cars as a fundraiser I looked up from the car fully knowing what the loud sound of destruction was. I held the tears in my eyes shaking my head I could hear the others cheering for the destruction. For today was the day they finished tearing down my beloved Chinabegs...
