There (Haunted)

Chapter sixty-seven

The silence of the house creeps around the corner of every room, making me shiver as I get the ladder to finally, after two years, to venture up to the loft.

Slowly I grab the specially fitted ladder that was left here by the original owners. I manage to get ut up to the loft hatch; I push the wood off of the loft to reveal metres and metres of darkness, sudden chills are sent down my spine as I feel hundreds of eyes on me but I know it's just my mind playing tricks, it does that often.

However this is the moment in time when you have no idea what the hell is going to happen next, because sometimes, only on those few occasions, you can predict the future. You know, when you have a tiny feeling you know what will happen if you take just one more step but now I have no clue because if I take this extra step different images of different possible futures flash though my head, yes I do like to daydream. Images like Rose being up here, and Charles, and Aaron... But I know they're not!

Nevertheless back to the whole loft, attic whatever its called thing. It weird being in a place where you know no one has gone to for several years and you being the first in the whole family to venture. Its kind of odd but exciting really! Like you're on a mission on your own- with your ghost friends.

I don't know what I should do next: take a step upwards, to find out secrets or downwards, fr safety.

I know what I would chose!

Carefully I take a step. Into the darkness of the loft I go, my heart beat stays calm, my breathing natural. My eyes focus as a bright light suddendly flicks on causing me to jump up onto the wooded platform of the loft. God do I hope these boards will hold me.

I quickly scan the room to see how the light turned on. The walls are low because of the slanted ceiling. Insulation is stuffed against the walls and tens of little china dolls, in boxs and in the floor all staring their glassy eyes at me, maybe I was right when I said that I felt all eyes were on me.

Hang on a minute, who has ten ton of boxes of flipping china dolls up in their loft?

A voice rings in my head, 'They were mine.'

Abigail's voice. Well that solves that problem then.

However something else catches my eye, a big book, old, brown, worn out and dusty.

I ignore the eye chilling dolls and step forward and pick up the book.

I look at one of the dolls, "What are you looking at?" I spit.

Luckily it doesn't move, good, at least they're not paciest. 

My mind quickly shifts back to the book as I slowly open it to reveal its a photo book. A photo book of the Thomas'. Not like there wasn't enough photo's down in the basement.

I flick through the old black and white photos, for example famiy photos, pets, friends, school-

A school I reconise, my school. Which 100 years ago obviously was a primary school and Abigail, Charles and Ben went there.

I turn the page and a piece of old piece of paper flaps out. I bend down to reach it from the floor to find out its a article from a newspaper.

The headline of the news papaer catches my attension. It reads, 'school girl commits suicide, two boys questioned for her death.' A pretty bad headline in my eyes but at least it caught my attension!

I read on to see that the two boys that were questioned about her death were none other than Charles Thomas and Aaron Shepard. What a surprise!

'14 year old Aaron Shepard was seen at the school he no longer goes to the night of her death, with him 10 year old Charles Thomas, a class mate of the girl.;

Why doesn't it say her name?

'Charles has been sent away for the time being and for Aaron, no one has seen him since.'

The thing is I may be in my last year at school but it isn't to late to ask questions. I'm next going up Thursday night for my year 11 prom as I have just finished my exams, good time to find out where she commited 'suicide' as its going to be a long night, i'm going to need to find something to do, I really hate parties!

"Do you have a feeling why she commited suicide?" A sudden voice makes me drop the photo book to the floor.

Out of the drakness of the corner of the loft is Rose. The room comes alive as the china dolls' head all turn in her direction. This is not creepy...

"I wondered where you'd gotten to." I smirk.

"Not very far actually, because for 2 years i've been living up here." Rose says.

Well that was out of the blue.

"How can you live anywhere You're a ghost!"

"You don't say. But now I have the power to destroy you because i've been with you for so long, oh how I know you so well!"

"Go on then."

My heart stops as the dolls each take out a knife, well an illusion of a knife and Rose come hurdling towards me.

I stand my ground because the terror may be filling my body but deep down I know she can never destroy me.

Suddenly hands grip onto my arms and I look into Rose's eyes and realizing she's gripping onto me.

"How are you holding onto me?" I struggle.

"Beats me." Rose snarls.

But she starts to cough, shake and shiver. I look into her eyes once more to see fear filling up in them. Something is destroying her and to be honest I think its the power trying to destroy me is what is killing her.

Almost instantly she disapears into thin air and one by the china dolls disapear to.

Thats it, she's gone. God knows how but I think the overall power of wanting to kill me did it.

Well one down, two to go.