Chapter 12:
1st night: Part eleven
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Biting down on her lower lip, Lina used her arms and pushed her body away. The spirit brought its arm down a spilt second later, It's arm passing through the wooden floorboards. Lina scrambled for her camera, backing up into a corner. The spirit child began to slowly crawl towards her.
Lina aimed downward, waiting for the camera to charge. As the ghost neared, it's speed increased. Lina held her breath as she pressed down on the shutter. The child stopped in its tracks, stunned. Lina took this split second to run to another corner. The spirit once again began to crawl towards her.
Lina took a step back as the spirit neared, and accidentally hit the doll case behind her. She tumbled backward, knocking over the dolls and the cases. Biting back a cry of surprise as she landed hard on the floor, Lina pushed herself back till her back was to the wall. The spirit sat up and glared at her, cold and lifeless eyes narrowed down into a harsh accusation. Lina lifted up her camera and began to charge it.
The spirit jumped at her, it's long arms out stretched. Lina ducked down, cover in her head. The child flew above her and landed into the wall. Lina turned and pressed down on the shutter button, and then ran back to another corner. The spirit sat still, lying against the wall as though it had actually felt the impact of hitting the wall.
Lina waited until her camera reached full charge, and then took the shot. The ghost let out a harsh shriek that caused Lina to hold her ringing ears. And then, like the others, it was pulled into the photo.
Lina sighed as she picked the photo up off the ground. This was beginning to become a bad habit. Slowly, she walked back towards he door. Her hand rested on the doorknob for a brief moment before she turned it and entered the porch again.
Her hand slid over the old and rotted wooden rail as she trailed towards the far door. The moon provided enough light that she didn't need her flashlight, so it rested in her bag. Then, caching her off guard, there was a high-pitched shriek. She jumped away just as the ghostly figure of a woman appeared falling from the roof to the ground.
Her hand flew to her heart, trying to steady it before it burst through her tight chest. She swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly walked over to the rail. She carefully leaned over the rail and glanced down. There, on the ground, lie nothing. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Giving the camera a slight squeeze for reassurance, she began to walk towards the far door again.
Upon reaching it, Lina looked it over carefully. Finding no talisman to block her entrance, she turned the doorknob and entered the darkness. She clicked on her flashlight and took a look around.
A few yards in front of her, there was a large staircase that led to a higher level. After that, there was a hallway leading to the left, and a mirror to the right. The floor, like most of the other rooms, was wooden and seemed unsound. She shined her flashlight at the mirror, and something on the ground reflected the light. Lina walked up and knelt down.
A small lighter was acting as a paperweight for scrap of paper. Lina picked it up and examined it. It was dusty, as though it had been there for a long time, and the dust around it seemed undisturbed. She brushed off the dust ad looked at it closely. It had the initials G.G. on it.
A sudden gust of wind that came out of seemingly nowhere (Literally, nowhere,) sent the scrap of paper tumbling down the hallway. Lina stood up and chased it, but no matter how fast she ran, kit stayed ahead of her. It finally settled down a few feet from a door that ended the hallway. Once again, Lina knelt down to pick it up.
Lina glanced up as the room temperature seemed to drop. She let out a small cry as she tried to back away. In front of her stood a tall woman. She had dark raven hair that went just below her shoulders, and rather recent clothing.
She reached out for Lina, who only backed away. Without realizing it, Lina pressed down on the shutter button. She glanced down at the camera, and then back at the woman, but she had disappeared. Lina caught control of herself and picked up the scrap.
Sept. 13, 3 PM
Sylphiel's condition is getting worse. She can't stop shaking and she mumbles about broken mirrors and a woman named Amelia. I fear it's only a matter of time before this haunted mansion takes its toll on me as well. Ever since we found Metalium's dismembered body… I think we've released something… something terrible. This mansion… it's not right… it brings more meaning to the phrase, "Hell on Earth". But there is something seriously wrong here… very, very wrong…
Lina closed her eyes and put the scrap away. She stood up again, just as another piece of paper seemed to float by her. Startled, Lina took a step back and slipped. She landed hard on the floor, and the paper settled beside her.
She let out a slight moan as she rubbed her sore back. "What in the name of- what was that?" She picked up the "Haunted floating paper" and looked it over. (AN: I'm sorry, that must seem pretty silly, but I couldn't help it!)
Sept.8, 1:40 PM
My sixth sense is telling me that there are children playing here… I can't see them, but they are calling to me. They're playing… tag, or hide and seek maybe… They might be the children in that photo…
Sept. 8, 4:30
There were human heads in that room! So many! All killed by the family master… I can't take it! This mansion… it's evil… it has such a horrible aura and past… Oh god, what will I do?
I should never have come here! I should have trusted my sixth sense!
Lina sighed and put the scrap in her bag. She stood up once again and walked over to the door. Carefully, She grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.
Inside, there were several stone ledges, connected by several long wooden planks. It was musky and the sound of dripping water echoed throughout the small room. All the way across the room, there was a door. Slowly, Lina started across the first plank. Carefully choosing her footing, she made her way across to the second ledge. Lina peaked over the edge on one side. Underneath it was like a small sewer. The ground was covered in murky water.
It was then that the soft echo of whispers reached her ears. She spun on her heel and glared into the dark surrounding area. But nothing was there. Slowly, she turned around and started to walk again. Her heart began to race as fast as a humming bird's, and she began to struggle for breath. Then, slowly, two pale white hands crept over her shoulders. Her eyes widened as she spun around.
There stood the same woman from before, Sylphiel, Lina suspected. Her cold, dark eyes looking at her with nothing. Lina let out a cry as she backed away to get some distance between her and the spirit.
Sylphiel slowly hovered towards her, her arms out stretched, searching for her. Lina grabbed her camera and lifted it up to take a shot. Sylphiel turned and began to wander towards the wall, giving Lina more time to charge. As soon as the camera was charged, Lina let a full charged shot loose. Sylphiel faltered for a moment, and then continued mindlessly wandering around.
Lina began to charge again, when Sylphiel disappeared. She scanned the area, without finding anything. It was then that she felt the sudden rush of cold around her arms and the sudden feeling of loosing energy. She let out a loud cry as she struggled to get out of Sylphiel's grip.
She stumbled away, struggling to breath through her tight chest. Without waiting, she snapped a photo. Sylphiel screamed and then vanished. Lina slowly relaxed as much as she could. Her shoulders slumped slightly, and a strap of her bag slipped down her arm. A few papers fell out of the bag as Lina pulled the strap back onto her shoulder. She knelt down to pick them up, when a gleam caught her eye.
It was the photo she had taken of the lantern. Then, a thought struck her. The lantern in the photo was lit, but the real lantern wasn't. She could use the lighter she had found to light it.
Lina smiled slightly as she put the photo and the papers away. Without a word, she stood up and walked over to the door that led back to the hallway.