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A/N: Nearly didn't update this week due to a bad strain in my back, though I was going to miss update date, anyway, I am back with Chapter 10, oh, and if anyone here does not like spiders, then i would reccomend you do not read this chapter, but that is up to you. Also, a confrontation is seen in this chapter between two characters, look out for that.
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The Woman in Black:
Revenge of Grahame Kipps
Chapter 10
The room was dark, but very faintly he could see and tell it was a bedroom for that of a young boy. The room was riddled with all assortments of toys, dolls and puppets even.
"I don't like this room," Emma said grimacing with a sour look.
"Just stay close, and don't let go of my hand." Grahame said.
They edged further into the room and stopped smack in the middle. There was bed laid against the side wall, it was empty and it looked undisturbed.
The room had one large window, and by the window was a black rocking chair. Grahame ran his hands over the rocking chair; the hair on the back of his hands tingled and stuck up on end.
On the wall opposite him, Grahame noticed that a stretch of wall paper had been removed, but it was what was on the wall that caught his attention.
Written in red blood, almost ink like were the words 'You could have saved him'.
Grahame walked up to the wall and traced his hands over the writing. It was still fresh and wet. He smelt the blood which had a copper and salty smell to it. Grahame had guessed clearly that this was most likely Jennets blood. She must have written this out as a plain message before she killed herself.
Emma suddenly shrieked. Grahame spun around and saw flaying from side to side, Jennet's body of where she hung herself. Emma buried her face into Grahame's side. "I heard the crunch from where Jennet's neck snapped." she whimpered.
Grahame soothed her. "It's okay," he said to her. Grahame took the candle rack off of Emma and edged closely to the hanging body that was Jennet, or what looked like Jennet.
Grahame swished his free hand through Jennet's hanging body. "Not real," he said to Emma. "Just a projection of some sort, probably Jennet's idea of scaring us, which means she is probably here with us," Grahame deduced.
Emma kept her face hidden.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," sang Grahame. Nothing happened. With his back turned and Emma still burying her face into Grahame's side, Grahame noticed instantly that the hanging body of Jennet had gone. "You can look again now," he said to Emma.
Shyly, Emma looked back at the window, which was body free.
Grahame then went to window and looked outside, it was still raining but the thunder and lightning seemed to subside briefly, save for a few rogue flashes here and there.
Grahame could feel Emma shaking. "Let's leave this room," he said to her. And together they both left.
They had not yet entirely crossed the threshold when Grahame heard a raspy breathing coming from the darkened area at the far side of the landing, through the darkness, Jennet emerged yet again. Grahame watched her as she stood in front of the enshrouding darkness that was behind her.
She raised her hand and pointed it at Grahame, but she wasn't pointing it at him exactly more than behind him, at Emma.
Emma watched Jennet; she was still in the bedroom when the door suddenly flew closed in front of her on its own accord causing her to scream. She grabbed hold of the doorknob trying to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Open the door!" she panicked. "Open the door!"
"It's not closed," Grahame told her.
"Open the door, open it!" she squealed.
Grahame looked back at Jennet who was still pointing at Emma.
"Open the door! Open it!"
Grahame frowned at what he was seeing; Emma was convinced that the door was closed shut in front of her. He could hear Emma's breathing become raspy.
Emma did her complete best to pry the door open with all her might, but still it would not move. "Grahame!" she called to him.
"I'm still here!" his voice on the other side of the door said muffled.
Emma could hear a faint tapping sound and tiny patters of feet. She turned her back against the door and saw crawling their way towards her, a group of black and brown furry tarantulas. The crawled up along the walls and ceilings, along the windows and over the desks and draws.
Emma panted and her breathing became shallow, her heart was beating frantically. Any moment now and she was sure that she would die from fright or maybe a heart attack. She edged back into the corner of the door desperately trying to put as much space between her and the approaching arachnids that scuttled across the floor.
Meanwhile outside, Grahame could only watch, he was also trying to figure out what Jennet was doing as she continued to point in the direction of Emma. He was placed on the spot, he had to do something, and he was not going to let Emma get taken.
"Let her go!" Grahame said walking up to Jennet; he raised the candle rack to her face, where her paleness was illuminated. "I said let her go!" teethed Grahame. "Whatever it is you are doing to her, leave her; this is between you and me! All you have done is try and scare me, well, now is your opportunity to do so!"
Jennet's black pupils stared at Grahame's. She cocked her head to her side as if to consider this. Grahame kept his brown eyes fixed on Jennet not even daring to blink.
"I won't ask you again, let her go!" he was starting to lose patience with Jennet.
Then, as if she had some remorse to her or maybe she had no choice, Jennet lowered her arm.
Inside the room, the every continuously approaching tarantula's simply shimmered away. Emma then stepped outside the room; the door was now wide open.
Now free of the approaching spiders, her heartbeat – still thumping wildly inside her – slowly returned to normal, backing outwards Emma turned dazed but pale white.
Grahame ran up to her. "Emma, speak to me, are you okay?" he said gently holding her head in his hands. Emma merely stuttered and began to cry. Grahame did the only thing fatherly as he could think of, which was hug her and hold her close. "You're okay, you're okay," he soothed her.
Behind him, he heard Jennet growl. Grahame got up and turned to face her, holding on to Emma.
"What's the matter Jennet? Losing your touch?" Grahame taunted. "I thought you'd give anything to kill an innocent child, is Emma to much of bother for you to kill that you decided to scare her?" he said this as if angry.
Jennet merely watched him, listening attentively to every word he said.
"Well?" Grahame asked. She cocked her head to her side. "Come on, talk to me!" Grahame ordered. It was only seconds after he realized that she had said nothing nor retorted back in defence. "You won't talk," Grahame said. "Or you can't talk. Curious." he thought.
Grahame walked up to her, not afraid, but rather victoriously.
"When you died, and started killing innocent children, was there a price involved to when you set out on your killing spree?"
Jennet nodded in reply.
Grahame smiled. "Ah, so that's it, normally Ghosts – Spirits not so much – retain their speech, but you, killing innocent children cost you your voice, hence the screaming like the banshee part. You can only communicate by nodding or shaking your head, am I right?"
Slowly Jennet nodded.
"So," said Grahame as he stood in front of the scorned Spirit, if he could call her that. "Let's see, you are killing children, why out of vengeance?" Jennet nodded. "Okay, out of vengeance and jealousy, am I right?" again Jennet nodded. "Ah, so you are jealous of other mother's having children no matter what age they are, boy or girl, because you lost your own child, but should you be arguing this with your sister, I mean she was the one who left your own son to perish, not to mention her husband as well I suppose."
Jennet breathed heavily, the mention of Grahame mentioning her sister and her sister's husband was like a sour taste in her mouth.
"Also Arthur reunited you and your son together, that should have been enough, unless," Grahame prepared himself for what he was about to say next. "Unless you never really did love your son,"
A dark look of fury flashed across Jennet's face. Her entire face contorted into anger.
"If you did love your own son, then you would have left with him from this world into the Netherworld, but you didn't, after what Arthur did to reunite your son with you, the bond between mother and son should have worked, the same with every child and parent!"
A bubbling liquid of anger and blood was rising inside Jennet's dead and lifeless Ghostly apparition.
"Instead you are here, killing and killing, because you can never move on, because you are convinced that Nathaniel loved you and you him. But you never really did love him did you. I'd go as far as say that Alice did a much better job at raising your son even if you did raise him as your own. You never really did love your own son, if you did, then you would have left this house and moved onto the Netherworld happily ever after for all eternity. Face it Jennet, you were never meant to love Nathaniel, why do you think you can never move on?"
Jennet opened her mouth and unleashed a terrible shrieking sound which shattered a nearby window and blew one of the fuses in the two chandeliers, her screech intensified before she disappeared back into the blackness behind her.
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Had he done it? Had he gotten rid of her?
Grahame had his hands over his ears as Jennet unleashed the screeching sound of a wailing banshee. Emma who also had her hands over her ears noticed that Jennet had also gone as well.
Sam who carefully walked up the stairs was wide eyed with such horror that he thought he might too die of a heart attack. He saw, much to Grahame's attention, everything that Grahame had said to Jennet. That was paranormal investigation right there.
"How much of that did you hear?" Grahame asked him.
"A-all of it," Sam replied. "A-and I have t-to say, it was pretty impressive, dare I say a little s-scary." Sam stuttered smiling slightly.
Grahame smiled. "I think it is best to leave this place."
"Has she gone?" Sam asked.
"I am not entirely sure at the moment, but I would like to stay a bit longer just to make sure."
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"If Jennet has gone, then that means you have avenged your cousin and his son's death." Sam said to Grahame feeling slightly joyful.
"I suppose I have, but like I said, I am not entirely convinced as of yet if Jennet has gone or not."
Sam drove Grahame and Emma back to the village, Sam feeling confident that Jennet had gone, but Emma was still feeling somewhat concerned for her own safety, Grahame was also feeling somewhat sorry for her. In the short time he had been around Emma, he felt as if some kind of bond had formed between them.
"There is another matter I would like to get off my chest." Grahame said. "Emma here, however, has just found a new family to live with."
Sam and Emma frowned.
"You are coming to live with me." Grahame said to her.
"What?" Emma said in disbelief.
"After I saw what happened to you in that room, it wasn't nice. I know you have no parents, and I don't relish the fact that a child should live alone in the world. So if you want, you can come and live with me,"
Emma smiled. She would have hugged him where it not for the fact that they were in the automobile. "Do you really mean it?"
"Nothing on heaven or earth will prevent that." Grahame said to her.
Delighted and over the moon, Emma began to cry with happiness, she finally found someone who wanted to look after her.
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Sam parked his car just in the village square. The rain had come to stop finally, and the moon was shining brightly with the stars twinkling over the village itself.
"Everything seems normal," Grahame said as he got out of the car. "No damage, everything is fine. I would have thought that Jennet would have gone on a killing spree for what I said to her." smiled Grahame.
Emma and Sam looked around the village also. It was quiet but it looked fine in their eyes.
Emma soon suddenly set her eyes on a distant glow somewhere far from where they were. "Looks like someone is burning something," she said. Grahame and Sam turned to look into the direction of where she was now pointing. "The smoke is so thick you can even see it in the darkness."
"Wait a minute," Grahame said to her. He stared hard at the distant glow and the high denseness of the black smoke that rose up into the sky. "That looks like the–" Grahame cut himself of when sudden realization dawned upon him what that distant glow was.
"The Church," Sam finished for him.
"We best make our way over there quickly." Grahame said.
Sam nodded, and the three of them jumped into the automobile and Sam quickly started the engine and they were off.
Whilst making their way to the church, Grahame had a sickly feeling that what was happening was just one of Jennet's mind altering tricks. But the closer they got, with the dense smoke rising over the trees, Grahame's sickly feeling turned to bile.
A/N: Right, here is chapter 10, I estimate we only have very few little more chapters left before I finish this story, but then again I could be wrong. However I hope you enjoy next weeks chapter, things are spicing up in next weeks chapter just to let you know.
See you either next Sat or Sun. Reviews would be nice.
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