Blood was smeared across every single wall. A blade was soaked in a puddle of crimson liquid. The air was stale and cold and the smell of flesh hung in my nose. It was my bedroom. A trail of blood covered the floor. I decided to follow it being such a curious child although I didn’t want to move from the spot in which I stood. I peered into the bathroom. To my horror, a lady, about forty, laid in a bath full of her own blood. Her hair was all matted, knotted to the ends. Bloodstained blonde. Her eyes were fully open, frozen, and full of fear. I backed up in complete shock. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her even though her submerged body terrified me. Chocking on the putrid smell, I walked slowly out of the room. I continued to follow the horrifying path. Down the stairs, through the hall, through the kitchen and out into the garden. The path led to the apple tree. A hole was dug deep into the soil and the continuous scrapping of a shove filled the air. I looked down into the hole with cautious eyes. Suddenly, a hand reached up and grabbed me, pulling me deep into the earth. I landed on top of a body. It was then I realised who the body was; it was the boy by the apple tree.
Screaming, I sat bolt upright in my bed. Sweat dripped from my brow as I decided what I was going to do. I’d give Phoenix a chance. Maybe he was trying to tell me something and I was be ignorant to listen.
The breeze ruffled through my hair as I stepped into my garden. My mum was still asleep in the living room so I had a chance to go outside. Phoenix was leaning against the tree. “Hello. You going to actually listen to me this time. “ He looked like he was expecting me.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for the way I acted.” I said, looking down in embarrassment.
“It’s okay. I am a ghost after all.”
“You’re a w-w-what?”
“You heard me. I need your help to be free”
“Okay but can I touch you please?” I don’t know what came over me.
“Go ahead” he replied. I put my hand delicately on his face, astonished by how cold and real he really was. I stopped touching him when I noticed he was giving me direct eye contact. His eyes were a deep sapphire blue.
“I will help you if you tell me how. But what exactly happened to you?”
“My father went power crazy whilst building my, sorry, your house. He was suffocated with debts, unpaid bills and loans. He turned on my mother when she suggested that they moved out and started again. He killed her in her own bath. He then came after me. The bedroom in which you sleep now, used to be mine. I was stabbed in my sleep” He lifted up his ripped t-shirt to reveal over twenty stab wounds that were scattered all over his pale white body.
I gasped in shock.”He did this to you?” I asked, tracing the wounds, gently, with my index finger.
“They don’t hurt anymore. I’ve got used to the mind numbing pain. After he did this, I was dragged from my bed and buried here. I was still slightly conscious, holding onto life. It was when I could see him shovel in the dirt and my blood all over his body, I finally gave up. I was too weak to move.”
“Oh my God, that’s terrible! You didn’t deserve any of this!” Tears ran down my face as I reached out and pulled him into an embrace. “Haha, I’m hugging a ghost”
“Yeah, I guess you are” He let me go and stepped back. “I need you to dig my bones out from under this tree and burn them, so I can be free.”
“I think I can do that.”
“You do realise that when you do this, you will never see me again. I will finally rest in peace and actually be able to sleep again. I will still come and visit you in your dreams.”
