Vivalex's Short Stories

The Truth of Genevieve

It was finally the time of day that every kid, teen, and possibly adults looked forward to, Halloween night. After the sun has set and the world is dark except for the light of the full moon shining bright, and the light from all of the houses everyone goes to beg candy from possible strangers.

This year Clara was bored of Halloween. She loved to dress up and received candy, but it just seemed like to much of a bother anymore. She wanted something more, something more exciting. This year she had an idea. There is an old abandoned house that sat at the edge of the town that was slowly over time being overgrown with trees. The house and the family that previously lived there were really well known through the town, just like the ghost stories that are always being told of it, and as of tonight Clara planned to find out the truth.

People had said the previous family of the home were very wealthy, that from the outside they seemed like any other normal loving family. The father was the towns best doctor, the mother was a well known writer, and their only child, a daughter by the name of  Genevieve were the occupants. No one would have expected that the loving family they were thought to be was all just an act. Genevieve was well loved by everyone, she was everything anyone would have wanted to be, her parents were so proud of her. Then one night the mother and father fled, leaving everything even their most beloved daughter behind, who is assumed to have been murdered by her parents.

The night was growing cold as Clara made it to the abandoned house, hiking up the long driveway that was almost unnoticeable. Once reaching the front door she took out her flashlight and pushed open the front door. It budged open on its squeaky hinges letting the light of the flashlight illuminate the room. The story was correct so far, the parents had left everything behind. It would have seemed as if no one had left if it was not so dusty and cold on the inside. Stepping into the room Clara began to take it all in, when all of a sudden the door slammed shut behind her. Clara jumped and swung around towards the door trying to pry it back open, but it was useless. With a sigh Clara gathered back all of her courage. She came to this place to find the truth, and the night of Halloween was still young.

Clara took her time looking through the house. Gathering all of the information she could, by looking through documents to looking at the photos hanging along the walls. Clara wanted to believe that the story was all made up. Judging from the photos everyone looked so happy, so normal, so loving. There was no way the parents would harm their daughter or leave everything they loved behind.

It was starting to become late and Clara knew her family would be worried if she didn't come home soon. She was disappointed in not finding anything worth her time, but she also knew she couldn't leave just yet. There was still one room in the house that she had yet to explore. There was an ominous glow coming from under the door and a soft humming that almost could have been singing (if the words made sense) coming from the other side. Anticipation built up inside of Clara. She knew that she needed through that door. She felt as if the door was pulling her, as if the humming from the other side was calling her name. This must be were the truth lies.

Clara ventured closer to the door as the force pulling her to it became stronger. Once she was not even an inch away from the door it slowly opened. Letting the light flood out into the hallway. The room was decorated for a girl, Genevieve's room. There was a large window that took up the wall directly across from where Clara stood by the door. The light was the glow from the full moon, that now shone blue. There was a figure sitting in front of the window. Silhouetted in black by the bright light.

Walking closer to the silhouette Clara ignored the metal instruments that scattered the floor. There was drops of dried blood that trailed from where the figure sat, humming the mesmerizing tune. As Clara got closer the figure took form with long black hair that fell in her face, wearing an old white tattered gown. Clara brushed back the hair in the girl's face and smiled.

"Genevieve." She whispered to herself as the girl looked up at Clara, revealing eyes of a cats.

Clara was taken back by the sight until Genevieve's full form came into light, revealing wings of what should have looked as an angel's half sewn to her back, and lips that had once been sewed shut, but seemed to be holding onto threads.

Fear grew inside of Clara as she backed away slowly wanting to get away from this place as fast as she could. She knew the truth now, she knew to much. Genevieve's parents did this. Her father, the towns best doctor caused this mess. He made his daughter into a monster and fled when it didn't go as planned.

Just as Clara turned to run she tripped over the metal instruments that laid in her path. Scrambling to get to her feet a force held Clara in place. Turning her head to look over her shoulder she saw Genevieve drift gracefully towards her on her centaur feet, bending down until her and Clara's face were mere inches apart and whispered in a barely indistinguishable voice, "stay...my friend...don't leave me like everyone else..."