There (Haunted)

Chapter fifty-nine

Chapter fifty-nine

"You're seriously going to the ghost who killed William's dad's house? Really Becca? What has gotten into you lately?" Harry exclaims as I pace back and forth up the kitchen.

"Yeah." I stop and face him where he sits on a stool next to the wooden marbled island in the middle of the kitchen floor. "And your coming with me!"

Harry's face changes completely. Like he's just been told a wild grizzly bear is roaming near, although that wouldn't happen because we're in England. He gasps and shakes his head violently.

"No. No. No! I am not going in there! There's a reason Aaron's family committed suicide and I don't want to find out!" Harry says harshly through clenched teeth.

"Tough. You're coming with me whether you like it or not. You know pretty much everything I know and you're going to find out with me!" I smirk and continue pacing back and forth.

"Can you stop doing that, you're making me nervous." Harry mumbles with a nervous look on his face.

"Sorry." I whisper and stop.

"When are we even going then?" Harry asks.

My face lights up, so he will be coming with me!

He finally notices my face and laughs. "Yes, i'm coming with you!"

"Yay! Thank you!" I clap. "It won't be that bad you know."

"Course it won't." Harry rolls his eyes. "When are we even going then?"

Suddenly a sudden breeze happens behind me. Harry's eyes wonder towards the kitchen door frame. Sharply I turn round to see Aaron leaning on the door frame, smirking.

"Now. If you want to." Aaron says.

***

The trip to Aaron's house was long and boring. Aaron left me and Harry to walk it alone. The road was rough and bumpy and the trees swayed in the morning breeze. Several branches stopping our path so we ducked under the prickly sticking out twigs.

It took us a little while to get there but we made it, eventually.

***

Me and Harry stare at Aaron's house. Broken doors and smashed up windows. A spooky yet familiar eery feel to the now haunted house.

Its a two story house with a small circular window at the very middle of the pointing up roof. I look through the window, a dark shadowy figure stands there, staring at me. The house is around 50 metres away, the pebbly dirty driveway leads to the front of the house with its broken scratched wooden door with the small cracked window.

I look back up to the window again, the figures gone. I couldn't of seen who it was, it was too far away.

There are two large smashed square windows either side of the front of the house. In the middle of the those two windows a large church like window and looking through that wooden stairs with a total of 4 snapped stairs leading up to the attic. Where that little circular window looks to. Where that figure was.

In that time Harry has walked half way towards the house and now beckons me to follow him. So I skip to Harry and catch him up.

He looks at me. "You ready?"

"Yeah." I take a deep breath in and finally exhale.

"Lets go discover some more secrets ah?" Harry mumbles.

I nod and we begin to walk in.

We finally reach the patio before the front door. The two wooden steps leading towards the patio, the first one has a massive hole in the middle. I take a big step over it onto the second and hop onto the grubby wooden boarded patio with the rotting wooden beams trying to hold up the mouldy red slate roof.

Harry lifts up his hand and balls his fist to knock of the scratched burgundy door. The little coloured glass window has a small like hole in the middle; like a bullet hole maybe?

Harry rests his balled up fist on the door beginning to knock lightly but instead it creaks open leaving a dark hallway and no body standing there. Me and Harry look at each other, a little confused.

"Ah, I wandered when you would get here." A voice behind us says.

We both snap round to see Aaron standing on the pebbled driveway.

"I was looking through the window for you two." Aaron smiles, maybe he's not so bad.

Wait what am I saying? He killed like 10 people. Becca seriously stop, he can read your mind! I remind myself.

"So that was you in the attic then?" I ask.

"What? No." Aaron looks really puzzled.

"Who was it then?" I whisper to myself.

In that moment Aaron disappears. I blink and my eye brows rise.

"Right then." Aaron's voice says from behind us.

Me and Harry sharply turn around to see Aaron leaning on the front door frame.

"Before we start, i'm just going to tell you the legend has it that there is a house that has been closed and left empty for decades. This house belonged to a rich family. But in the summer of 1908 all family members, mother, father, daughter and maid committed suicide, all except the son. Now some people said they heard a woman's screaming voice coming from the house, this house." Aaron says in a spooky tone. "But thats impossible because i've lived here for 122 years. You know the stories true but i'm just trying to scare you! Buts the house is cursed, so you know."

Aaron smirks and turns round to walk into the cold, dark, gloomy house. He gestures us to follow. First Harry.

Then me.

(Sorry its a day late. I've been really busy recently! Work and year 10 GCSE things and A&E but I will try to update tomorrow! And sorry its short!! Please vote and comment, it would mean so much! Its only one little button!!!)