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Soooooo….. I am not claiming full rights to this story only my idea behind it.
Sorry I'm not done with this yet….. Hopefully I'll have it done by the end of the week.
SCREAM IF YOU LOVE JONAH! AGH!
CHAPTER 1
It was a cool winter afternoon at the Aikman house, known to everyone as the local mortuary and a home to the most famous séances in the whole state of Connecticut. The restless spirits roamed the halls of the old house, and Jonah Aikman had known it for a long time but never told his father about it, afraid he would get a "well deserved" beating. They had tormented him ever since his father had started a mortuary in their own home, and had increased their torment and power through his séances.
A young girl paced through the opened doors unknown to Aikman, but she knew Jonah could see her. She couldn't understand why he was. The last she remembered of anyone paying attention to her was 5 years ago and she had not aged since. She had fought the urge to say she was dead, but it made perfect sense.
Finally, she spotted his strikingly bright blue eyes. His jet black hair. His young flawless face with a permanent look of fear. She had seen him before with an older man beating him, his cheeks looking flushed red from the slaps, begging "his master" not to hit him again. She wasn't much younger then him. She was 14 and he looked to be about 16 or 17. He was attractive for his occupation and with everything he was hiding from the world. Jonah Aikman. "Help me." She heard her voice mutter.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes still as big as they always were. He turned his head to the left and sat quickly on the floor covering his face. "What are you staring at boy!" A voice yelled from the room beside him. Footsteps were rushing towards him. A man stopped in front of him. He raised his hand and forced a slap across his son's face.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry master!" He exclaimed.
"Do as I say, boy! Or you shall soon be with you sister and mother!" He raised his hand again, but hesitated as he thought. He backed away.
Jonah got up and ran to his room. He looked at the packed suitcase on his floor. One day maybe not tonight….. Please get enough courage… PLEASE! His mind screamed. Get me out of this place.
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