Notes: Sorry I've been late in updating and it's a small chapter. I've been busy. Enjoy and review.
Melody felt like her world was spinning. The room kept turning round and round. She leaned on to the wall. The wallpaper was peeling away. It was an old brownish color with red flowers. The hallway was dimly lite, but she felt as though she knew where everything was. It was odd. She swear she could hear a child humming something and some words being said in between. It was an odd tune, but she felt as though she knew it.
She pushed herself forward. It sounded like it was coming from the library. Melody felt silly about thinking she would find the child in a library. Melody didn't even know where that room was or where she was for that matter. Three doors down the hall and Melody walked into the room where the humming had come from. It was the library and there was no one there. Something moved in the darkness.
"But I thought?" Melody whispered to herself. She shook her head as she leaned onto the near by table. She blinked a few times. The book that appeared in her room was now on this table. How did that end up there? She couldn't recall when she had last seen it. It may have been that morning she found it beside her bed. Maybe her mother had brought it here. Hope loved old homes. Melody heard scratching sounds. The something was being moved around.
"Hello! Is anyone around?" She called out. "I don't know where I'm at?"
"Melody! Melody!" A man replied. He seemed to be in a panic to find her. She smiled softly. It would be good to find out where she was and how she got there.
"I'm in here." She called out, a long with a little girl. That took her back. The sound of heavy foot steps could be heard racing toward the room. This all felt familiar to her.
Melody didn't know what to do when the man came to the turn. Her eyes started to water and her mouth fell. Had she truly lost her mind? This wasn't possible. She covered her mouth as she started choking back sobs.
"Daddy?" She whimpered out once she regained herself enough.
"Melody, stop playing." Her father sighed out. "You know your mother hates when you get dirty."
"But Harry was teaching me a song." The child's voice said. "He says that it's important. He's brother taught him it before he died again so that if he couldn't recall it, I'd still learn it."
"Is that so?" Ben seemed slightly worried. "Is he still here?"
"No... a shadow...moved and... he did a funny thing. He ran off. Told me to keep singing..." The girl laughed off. "He was funny...different from the others...he made me...nervous though...he scared... Can we help him?"
"Yes, we can." Ben smiled softly. "But not right now." He seemed very stress. Melody followed him out of the room. He rushed down a fleet of stairs towards the front door. "Hurry along." He shouted as he reached for the door. He tried to pull it up, but it would not move.
"No, it won't open." Melody whispered through her tears. "He'll lift me up and race to the back. The window is broken."
"Daddy, where are you taking me? Why can't we use the door?" The girl asked.
"We're going out a different way." Ben tried to smile as he picked a gray shadow looking thing up. "It's just this way."
"Daddy your scaring me." The girl whimpered out.
"How about you sing to me?" Ben asked as he left the sitting room and went for the study.
"Okay, I'll sing the new song I learned." Melody nodded. She opened her mouth to start when a black hand stopped her. She screamed against it.
"Hush." The man said. This was not the voice of her father. She turned her head and was shocked to find him here.
"Dr. Matthew Johnson?" She felt puzzled at seeing him. "I thought you went crazy."
"I did." He smiled out. "I lost my mind...but I'm here now to fit things."
"Oh...that's great..." Melody chocked out. "Taking me to where my father dead...that's really helpful!" She hissed out.
"He dead here?" Mat seemed horrified. "Holy Fuck! That crazy bitch is going to kill me."
"What? What crazy woman? Why am I here if not for my father?" Melody questioned. She was hysterical.
"What did you do to her?" Dr. Clark asked as she entered the room.
"Nothing!" Mat pointed to the teenager. "Did you know her father dead here?"
"Yes...I thought it helped in her breakdown from reality." Dr. Clark stated in a cool tone. "Than I heard the mirror was from here too. If that thing made something that attacked Hope, than maybe this place was important to the curse."
Mat wanted to scream, but held it back. Melody's knees gave out as she fell to the floor. She sang her newly learned song until they were out of the house. She recalled her father asking her to sing it over and over. They were in the car driving and it flipped over. Her father kept repeating for her to sing. He just wanted her to sing, So, she did. She sang and sang until the throat hurt. She kept singing until help came and they pulled her out of the car.
Melody threw up. Her head hurt.
"Why didn't kill her when she here before?" Mat asked as the light of morning started to peek into the house.
"I don't know..." Dr. Clark said softly. "Maybe she wanted her to hurt more..."
"The song...Harry said it was important." Melody was shaking. "I sang and sang this song over and over until help came. Daddy told me to sing it over and over again."
"Well, it didn't stop the curse" Mat said as he took a seat on the stairs.
"But she never attacked outside of this town..." Melody whispered softly. "That was the first time she attacked me...until I moved here..."
"That makes sense..." Mat reasoned. "Her bones are here. Her things are here. Ghost normally tie themselves to places, objects, or a person. This "she" couldn't tie herself to your soul."
"Why not?" Dr. Clark wasn't following.
"Because, Melody's soul was being reborn." Mat explained. "Anything tied to her soul at that moment would be forced to do the same. That's why dark spirits, demons... they all let go when the victim dies."
"That makes sense." Dr. Clark seemed to be thinking it over.
"She can't rest than..." Melody whispered into her knees. She looked up at them. "She hates me so much...that she cursed us both. Even if you set me on fire...that won't wash the curse away." She sounded she weak, so small.
"No one was going to set you on fire." Dr. Clark tried to sooth her. "Why would anyone do that?"
"I tried to." Melody laughed out with tears. "I tried to end it all by setting myself on fire. It hurt. Oh God! It hurt so bad. I died in so much pain..." Melody was starting to lose herself again.
"The fire should have worked. It cleanse the soul." Mat voiced his thoughts. "It wouldn't work."
"I don't understand." Dr. Clark spoke out in protest of this idea. "Melody said that the fire didn't work. We can't do that to her."
"Just listen." Mat defended himself. "Fire does cleanse the soul, but Melody made a point. This thing...She cursed herself too. She can't move on without ending the curse." He gave Dr. Clark a look for her to finish his thought. She didn't seem to understand. Melody did though and she smiled.
"If she is cleansed, she has to move on." Melody gasped. "If we burn her, not me, it should end this."
"Okay! Big problem with this plan! How do we find her body?" Dr. Clark huffed out. She couldn't believe her life had turned to this.
"Heather. Her name was Heather." Melody rushed out as she stood up. Her knees gave out and she fell back down.
"Careful. Take it slow." Mat stated softly.
"That doesn't help." The doctor rolled her eyes.
"Your no help at all. In fact, your slowing us down." Mat wanted to hurt her.
"She's trying." Melody smiled out. "This is new to her."
"Right." Mat sighed out. "This family had money. I doubt they rested just anywhere. They must have had a crept."
"That's still not helpful." Dr. Clark reasoned with great distress.
"I can't! I can't deal with you." Mat huffed out. "I'll be in the car."
"NO!" Melody shouted. "There are rooms in here." She seemed to be recalling something. "Hallways that lead...that lead all over town. Or the old town."
"How would you-"
"Shut up." Mat hissed out.
"One goes to the old church..." Melody said in deep thought. "That's why she was there when I was. That's how she found out I was back."
"Okay. That last bit lost me, but the first part." Mat smiled. "Means we can find the crept without hiking through the woods."
"There's more than one passage." Dr. Clark reasoned. "And we'd have to find it and than the crept."
"No just one." Melody whispered with a grin.
"Because she would've needed to go to the graveyard often." Mat chuckled. "Unseen because of her status. She would've made it straight to the inside of the crept. No one would see her that way. Clever witch."
"Which one?" Melody joked.
"Your no witch." Dr. Clark smiled.
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"So, she's a witch." Neil stated.
"Yes, but she's a good one...or something like that." Norman was trying to piece together the memories.
"And this manor..." Neil said as he followed his friend towards the building. "Belongs to your crazy ex who tried to kill you?"
"I don't think...she tried to kill me..." Norman felt hazy on that part.
"You think Melody is here?" Neil questioned this logic. "Why would she come here unless tied up and drugged?"
"Because she wants answers." Norman stated. He walked into the room and studied it.
"Looks like people have been here." Neil said as he eyed the place.
"Yea...let's get below." Norman said.
"If we can find it."