There (Haunted)

Chapter thrity

Rose Harris. That was the other serial killer. But she was even more sick then Charles- Tom, she was six. A six year old serial killer. What the hell? Is that even possible.

She must of been led on. By the boys. Aaron was 14. He must of been the leader. And is that Aaron the ghost? It could be.

I read on, to see Charles died of cancer aged 94, he died on Harry's birthday, 2nd March.

"William, why doesn't your family like Harry?" I ask them, holding the folder to my chest so they can answer me before they read, Rose stays still, on the spot, looking right into me.

Something not right.

"Do we have to tell you?" Harry moans.

"Yeah, I would rather not talk about it, it's not even that bad." William shrugs.

"Tell me or you won't be able to read this!" I snap and put the folder above my head.

"Okay, well basically you know that Harry looks an awful lot like Charles, but all so another coincidence is that Harry was born on the exact time and date that my great uncle died, he even when past him as Harry was being born." William tells me.

"Now you can have it." I hand the folder over to Harry but William snatches it off him, his eyes scan the pages.

I look over to Rose. She stands facing me, her eyes glaring at me. How comes her and that little girl have the same name, it must be a coincidence, it must be.

But the way she stares at me, it's like she knows something I don't, like all this time she's kept a secret. She's still young and her face, it's recognisable.

I grab the folder off George who now has it, and flick through the pages. My eyes brush through the sentences in Rose Harris'. She died age 20, the same age as Rose is now, she had blonde hair, like this Rose, she was Scottish but moved to England when she was 3, well this Rose is Scottish and she's in England now, and finally, the girl died if TB aged 20, and Rose has TB. It's her. The ghost is her.

"Your her." I say, my face empty with emotion.

She looks back at me and nods. The boys have noticed by now and are looking up at me and Rose, the ghost.

"But you were 6, how were you capable of killing 9 innocent people?" I almost shout.

"You didn't know my family like I did!" she hisses back. "And I didn't want to, as you said I was 6, the boys led me on."

"But how?!"

"They told me it was for my own good. That I had to do it. I had no choice, they forced me, I was crying my eyes out and calling for my parents but they pushed me and hit me till I moved. I'm not as sick as I sound."

"Are you certain about that?"

"Yes. Because I didn't know what I was doing."

"What did they do that was so bad that you had to kill them?"

"They beat me, and Charles and Aaron. They made us watch other people and nearly kill them. Once my older brother and dad beat up a boy about 16, my older brother whom was 16 punched him round the head, he fell to the ground and hit the ground so hard the impact killed him. Charles and Aaron got the idea that killing was a good thing and that you should only kill bad people, who were my dad, who killed innocent animals and beat me, my brother and mother, also random people, my mother who poisoned someone once and beat me and my brother who got into lots of fights. I poisoned all three of them."

"Surely they should of got a second chance."

"People like them don't deserve second chances."

We stay in silence, everyone to shocked to say anything. How could someone do something like that? She couldn't of been capable enough at the age of 6!

"You know Charles was sick in the head. He had this strange feeling that Aaron's, mother, father, sister and maid were all out to kill him. John got so annoyed he hit him constantly. After that he got angry, took all of his rage out on his sister, and made me and Aaron watch. Later he killed his parents and sister, he tried to kill Ben but he was to fast and strong, he was a fighter. Aaron did all his dirty work. He was so bad he drove his family to commit suicide. They covered their tracks pretty nicely. Nobody suspected us at all. Charles blamed his dad for killing his sister and if anyone asked his mother died of childbirth but the police knew it was murder but by whom, they didn't know. As for my family, murder but no body suspected us and little did they know until know."

"You're sick!" I spit.

"You know that Charles killed his nephew, he all ways wanted to get revenge on Ben so he took it out in his brothers son. Josh got a note one day to come to the house and BAM!" We all jump. "Dead; by his unlce."

I've had enough of hearing this. I storm past her letting the boys follow me. Harry stares at Rose, his face half of concern half of worry.

"Harry come on!" I call out for him.

"Coming." He says as he leaves the big room with the blonde ghost.

I storm down the dark, dingy, corridor and up the narrow stairs. When we reach the top my hand reaches out to open the door but a loud noise stops me. The basement door slams shut.

But I push open to door to meet a angry Abigail, even angrier than before. I begin to head towards the exit, I need to get within a 100 metre radius of any ghost if thats even possible. Somehow I pray we do.

Before I know it a bright white light blinds me and a scream, that scream, that piercing scream! Its just like the one I heard it the forrest, when something attacked me, Altaï and Harry. I move my hand over my stomach where the scratch is but the scream gets louder. I slam my eyes shut in hope that might help to block out the horrific noise. And the noise fades and so does everything else. I faint. I'm paralysed.

***

My prayer had been answered, I have no idea where I am. And how I got here. I'm in the middle of a light over grown forrest. My forrest. I should now where I am but I don't. I didn't go this way when I went of the hack with Harry. This isn't familiar at all.

I struggle to get up but I do, slowly and painfully I clamber to my feet.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" I shout. "Harry? George? William!"

Suddenly rustling comes from the bushes and a tall light haired boy comes into veiw, his hair even scruffier than before. His denim jacket and red vans muddy and his black skinny jeans ripped slightly. Fortunately its William!

"Hey!" I run up to him and hug him tight, and he hugs me back.

"Its okay Becs, we're safe now, ish." He calmly tells me, he's used to this!

"I wonder where the others are." I wonder.

William pulls away and his eyes look behind me. Just then a finger taps my shoulder. Thank god! Its my brother! Its George!

"I was so worried!" I say and hug him.

"Yeah same." George says as he wraps his arms around me.

"Lets find Harry." I mumble into his shoudler.

He may be 2 years younger than me but he's still the same height.

We search around the wood for half an hour. I work out we were knocked out for 40 minutes. But within passing the same tree 7 times we still couldn't find Harry. Where is he?

Oh god, Rose. She might have him. Or worse, Abigail. But there's nothing worse than being out here with Charles to be honest.

And I just want to find Harry and get inside. Now.