There (Haunted)

Chapter twenty-nine

The room was black, but not pitch black. It was dark but dark enough for me to see. To see the shapes around the room. Tall, small, rounded, square, loads of different objects scattered around the basement.

I'm the first to step in. I move one foot in front of the other, slowly. A cold hand grabs my shoulder. I turn round to see Harry with a worried look on his face. I look at him and nod, telling him its going to be okay, he leans forward and grabs my hard, he squeezes it, a little to hard as well. But he lets go and I continue to walk in.

Through the door frame I go and into the dark open space, being careful where I step. Footsteps behind me. I turn round to see William nervously smiling at me.

"Be prepared." He whispers as he puts his hand on the wall behind him.

Just then the lights flick on, they're dim, but bright enough for me to see clearly.

"How did you know that was there?" George asks him from in front of Harry who is clutching Rose's hand.

"My grandfather took me to the house when I was 6, I never came down here because no one except the John and Mary- Alice knew what was down here, they didn't know how to get down, and know one wanted to thats why they blocked every possible entrance to it but obviously Abigail destroyed the entrance. But my grandfather did show me a map of the house, it showed a light switch where it was. I have a eidetic memory, photographic memory, thats how I remember." William tells us. Yes his 'grandfather' told him, its his great grandfather!

"Good for learning scripts!" Harry says in the background.

I look around the room, its got to be about 20 feet by 20 feet! Its quite big.

Every piece of object is covered with a dirty white cloth. Broken pictures on the floor, glass everywhere. I pick a picture up. Its a picture of Abigail. She was beautiful. To bad, huh?

Her long black glossy hair in a bun touching her neck at the back of her head, loose strands of hair floating around her face. Her eyes a light shade of blue and her skin not much darker than her ghost version. In the picture she wears a white loose dress, the dress she wears now. Its quite sad really, how could someone do that to their innocent 8 year old daughter?

I look closer into the photo, there's writing, but its upside down. Its on the other side of the picture. I quickly take it out of the picture frame ams turn in round. It reads 'RIP Abigail. Charles was one sick puppy!' Who's Charles? And did he do? I notice the writing looked almost recent. And the picture had been printed out, surely back in her time the photos wouldn't of printed out in colour. Someone recently managed to get this picture and print it out as her eyes are blue, not black or grey.

"Hey guys look at this!" I call out to the others who have been exploring the basement.

They all hover over me, determined to see what I found. I show them.

"Its Abiagil, like right before she died. But someone recently printed that out, its in colour!" I turn in round. "And who's Charles?" They read the writing.

"I don't know." William says.

I put down the picture and pick up another one. Its of the house. This time an old fashioned picture.

"Erm, everyone, this guy look an awful lot like Harry!" George calls out from the other side of the basement.

I walk over to him and place my head on my brothers shoulder. I look at the photo. Same kind of face, slightly rounded, same eyes, brown, same hair colour, dark brown, same smile, with dimples, everything's alike except, except the nose, this ones hooked slightly, Harry's is straight. But its not Harry. This one is in colour, like the picture of Abigail.

I snatch it out of George's handed and take it out if the frame. I turn it around, like Abigail's one it to has writing. But this time it reads 'CHARLES' in bold, going across the back of the picture. Under that smaller writing reads 'Tom'. What?

I shove it in my cousins face. He takes a step back to see it probably. He gasps as soon as he sees it. William takes a step towards it and grabs it out of my hand. But as soon as his eyes connect with it his hand looses grip and it slowly floats to the floor.

"Its Tom." William stare blankly at the floor. "Its my uncle."

"But why does it say his name is Charles?" I ask.

"I don't know but I do know we may find answers here!" William explains.

We all go off into different directions in search of some answers.

William finds a picture of young him, when he was 6. And I find one when he was 14, he was very good looking at that age! Well, he sill is now.

Then Harry finds a key, is it? It is! Its the key to the spare room! Finally we found it!

"Harry keep it safe in you pocket!" I tell him then we all carry on looking through pictures.

William walks over to the corner of the room, he's gone round uncovering book shelfs and dressing tables etc which then George searches through them, they make a good team.

He dramatically revels a wooden box, about the length of him. A coffin.

"W- what is that?" Harry stutters.

"A coffin." I say as I walk towards William who is staring blankly into it.

"Who's in there?" Rose asks.

George walks over and stands next to me, he points to a plaque on one side of the coffin. It reads;

Joshua Adam Thomas

1937 to 1992

A loving son, husband, father and grandfather.

"Oh." Is all I can say. That- that is William's real grandfather, not Ben, but Joshua.

"What?" William looks at me, with a worried look on his face. "W-who is it? Becs, tell me!"

"William, Ben told me not to tell you but he isn't your real grandfather, Joshua is. He went missing actually coming into this house and he all ways wanted a proper grandfather for you so he asked his dad to do it." I tell him and his face drops even more.

"Oh, well at least I know and to be honest it makes a lot more sense now does it?" He says.

And I nod.

"Oh well lets carry on trying to find out what my great uncle did then!" William says.

As we turn away I hear Harry and William talking.

"Your doing reasonably well with all this." Harry says.

"I know, I surprised myself as well!" William laughs and they get back to work.

I think it took another 5 minutes before anything to exciting pops up, we had the occasional picture and even one picture of me, Darcy, Willowbe, Harry (the horse), Altaï and Hamaly. And another with me, George and my mum, and another one with me, George, Jack, Julie, Finn, my mum and Andrew. Now how on earth did someone get those?!

But finally I find what we're looking for. I find a cream coloured worn away folder. Inside a picture of Harry- no Charles. A fact file. And a sentence of 8 years in a prison for kids. But what would he go there? On another loose page I read that Charles was the to kill Abigail. He then killed his mother and killed his father, and he was very much successful! He made up a story saying his mother died in childbirth and his dad killed his sister, 8 years later he came out with a new identity, his new name was Tom but he wanted to keep his second name and his family history so his second name was still Thomas. He was the killer, William uncle was a serial killer at the age of 8! When they let him out he married but never had any kids and he died from cancer. I scan to the bottom of the page thats when I read it, he had help, there was 3 of them helping kill 9 other people as well, and they go by the names of Aaron Shepard and...

"Oh my god." I shout out and then pause as everyone rushes towards me apart from Rose.