I, of course, do not own any of these horrific ghostly characters with the exception of Alice. This is an idea me and my cousin Reasha came up with while talking on the phone. It's going to be very interesting, so let us know what you think.
Chapter 1: 3 New Horrors
My name is Alice Beauregard. I'm 20 year old American girl who has just been given custody of 3 very unique and disturbing young ladies. You may be asking why this is all important so let me start from the beginning. I was sitting in the lobby of an orphanage waiting, kind of shaking. Who was I kidding, I was a nervous wreck. I started twisted my light brown around my finger and was startled when a pale young lady with gangly black hair appeared before me.
"Miss Beauregard, the director is ready to see you now." She said clearly.
I followed her past several rooms and tried not to stare but seeing all these children without a real home kept me from averting my gaze. I should've been watching where I was going because my right foot hit something and sent me landing on the floor. Thankfully the weird lady didn't see me or if she did she pretended not to see it. We came to office doors of the director and everything in my body told me to leave and never come back. Like that was going to happen. The doors were old and had a dark cherry red color to them. The lady opened the door, pushed me in, and shut the door behind me. If the doors had sent chills up my spine the room only confirmed it. The first thing I noticed was that there were no windows and the only source of light was coming from a gothic looking lamp. The walls were decorated with pictures that looked as if they were drawn by children; most of them seemed cute enough until I could see the ones closest to the large oak desk. They were very morbid and comedic at the same time.
"Sit, Miss Beauregard. We have much to discuss." Came a voice.
The chair behind the desk spun around and presented the Director. She, like her staff, was pale and her long black hair covered her most of her facial features. It freaked me out. Even if I hadn't been told to sit I think I might have needed to. There were two chairs. I picked the newer looking one and sat down. At first there was this odd silence. I could feel her eyes sizing me up and then she did the most eerie thing, she smiled.
"I am Madam Angela, the director of this orphanage. It seems your grandmother choose to have you take care of 3 of our special cases."
"Yes, she did. She didn't tell me this until she was on her deathbed." I explained out loud.
"You can refuse. We will not force to take them if you do not wish." She replied.
"I promised her I would. Besides I have a rather large house she left me and can't imagine being there all by myself."
She leaned forward folding her hands and laying them on the desk.
"Good, then let's go meet the girls that you'll be taking care of."
Madam Angela got up and was by my side so fast I almost screamed but nothing came out. She took my hand, lead me out the door and to a room down the hall. I took a deep breath as we reached it. If the chains and locks didn't get to me, the dried crimson splatter spots did. She took off the chains and unlocked it. She slowly opened the door.
"Samara!" she called loudly.
Nothing in the room stirred. I looked down to see the much of the carpet was drenched in water. Madam Angela looked irritated.
"Samara, you had better not be down in that well this late in the afternoon. Your guardian is here. Come say hello." Madam Angela shouted.
Then she went to where a bed should've been and pulled back curtains to reveal a stone cobbled well. I glanced down just in time to see her start climbing the side of well. She moved like she was inhuman. It really creeped me out. When she reached the top, both I and Madam Angela took a step back. She moved close to me and took my hand. Then she looked up at me and I almost screamed. She looked like all the staff did, except she wore a dirty white dress and had a water-like appearance to me.
"Mommy?" She questioned tilting her head ever so slightly.
"Uh, yeah...sure." I replied trying not to twitch.
We walked to another room of the same manner, it was empty. Madam Angela seemed irritated but not surprised. We then went to the girl's restroom. It was an old looking bathroom with several commode and sink sets, and a row of coin lockers. I scratched my head.
"Uh, why are we in the bathroom?" I asked.
"Just a minute." Madam Angela said and pulled out several keys on a keychain. One was a locker key with a number on it. She approached the locker, put the key in, twisted it, and flung the locker door open. I glanced down at Samara and she pointed at the open locker. Red eyes were glowing in its darkness.
"Sachiko, get out of there, right now! Come and meet your new guardian." Madam Angela ordered placing her hands on her hips.
At first there was nothing and then a terrible noise came from the locker. It was the cracking of...no the breaking of bones. My right eye started to twitch. A face appeared. She had to be about 5 or 6 but it was hard to tell because of her supernaturally long black hair and pale face. She wore a baggy little dress with what looked like blood all over it in patches. She crawled down from where she was and approached me before I even had a chance to freak out and took my other hand. She glared at Madam Angela with a look of murderous intent.
"Don't you give me that look young lady." Angela said boldly and shook her head.
I watched as Samara and Sachiko talked to each other without using words. They seemed to be agreeing on something and that did not sit well with me but I hadn't been killed yet so I guess I was okay...for now.
We walked out of the bathroom and into another hallway. The continuing sound of breaking bones was starting to get to me and Madam Angela could see it in my face when she turned around.
"Sachiko, if you don't stop that noise you're making when you walk I'll send you back to your room."
Again Sachiko glared at her, but the noise stopped. Next we headed up to the attic, for some reason me and attics just don't get along. That would be because of what happened there so long ago. My thoughts were interrupted as a cloud of black suddenly appeared, and then there was a cat's meow right behind me. I spun around involuntarily letting go of both my charges hands and found a young boy crotched down, eyeing me closely.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stay off the ceiling Kayako? I don't care if you harbor a murderous grudge, this is the last time I tell you...and tell your son Toshio that he's not a cat." Madam Angela demanded.
I turned around again to see Kayako. She crawled down from the ceiling and when she stood on firm ground, little Toshio ran to her on all fours.
"Toshioooo, may do as he pleases. Don't threaten me, Priestess." Kayako replied almost making me think she was sane, except for the whole climbing down the wall thing.
"This is your new guardian. She's taking you three to her grandmother's mansion. So all of you need to pack up. She'll be back tomorrow to get you." Angela explained ignoring Sayako's little outburst as if it happened all the time.
"Uh, nice to...m...meet you all. I haven't seen the house my grandmother built but it's really old and uh...how did the realtor describe it? Oh yeah, very creepy. I think we're going to get along just fine. Well I'll be here really tomorrow morning." Just as I said that Samara yanked my arm down and I felt something brush past my hair. When I managed to look behind me, a bloody axe was sticking into the wall and Madam Angela's head was on the ground along side her body. Kayako smiled at me. I blinked a couple of times.
"Well I guess we can go with you now." Sachiko almost whispered.
I took a breath and let it out very slowly.
"Alright, I guess we can go right me-ow...I meant now, my bad." I hit my face with the palm of my hand and bowed slightly towards Toshio.