Not too many reviews or hits, but that's OK. This is the first time I've tried to write a "Haunted House" type of story. Thanks to those who have left a review: XxSilverMoonFrostxX, AtomicFire, and Molloy.
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Chapter 2
"What did you do Ron?" Kim asked heatedly.
"It wasn't me Kim! I swear! It probably fell off as soon as the door slammed shut."
"You brought a flash light with you, right?" Kim asked as she began to un-shoulder her backpack.
"I… I think so."
Ron took his own pack off, and started to rummage through.
"Let's see… Naco for later, clean pair of underwear, extra pants… ewww! What's that? Oh, that's right. Man! I should have brought Rufus with me! Ah! Here we are… flashlight!" He lifted it up triumphantly and flicked it on, only to see a weak yellow beam shine for a few seconds, and go out.
"Aww… Mannn!"
Kim scoffed, and pulled out two flashlights. She was always the one to be prepared for anything. "Here Ron. I had a feeling this might happen."
"Heyyy… What that a dig?" He said, looking at her sideways.
Kim rolled her eyes. "Oh c'mon Ron… let's get this over with. Now did you at least bring a sleeping bag?"
"Yup! My Fearless Ferret Wonder bag! Good to 30 degrees." He said with a smile.
Suddenly something moved at the edge of their field of vision.
"Kim…" Ron hissed. "Did you see something?"
"I… don't know." She flicked on her flashlight, and Ron did the same. Beams of light pierced the darkness, showing every particle of dust in the air. To their left was a large wooden staircase, and to the right was an arched entry way, leading into a living area.
Heading off to their right, where the supposed movement was, their flashlights dimly lit the room. It was sort of a combination TV room, and library. To the right of the entry was an old console TV sitting on the floor, and opposite that was a large old ratty and torn couch. Between the couch and TV was a recessed fireplace. Behind the couch, was a large area in which two whole walls were covered with shelves that were filled with books. The one wall not covered by shelves was covered with framed pictures. A long narrow table ran along the wall, holding various items. Vases, candle holders, more pictures, and knick-knacks.
Ron's flashlight landed on a small opened jewelry box. The lid had a small mirror, reflecting his beam. He took a step forward to check it out, and just as he reached for it, the lid slammed closed just missing his fingers!
"Kim!" He shouted. "D… did you… see that?" His voice was beginning to falter.
"Amp down Ron. You probably touched it, making it close." Kim rationalized, but she was starting to get a little nervous herself.
Suddenly one of the pictures on the wall started to shake! They both snapped their flashlights around, and watched as it continued to move, apparently on its own!
"Kimmmmm…" Ron said, backing away.
Kim slowly walked up to the picture of an old barn, and reached a hand out as it continued to shake. Just before her hand reached it, this large framed picture flew across the room and smashed into the shelf of books on the opposite wall, knocking books all over the place!
"Ahhhhhh!" Ron screamed, and bolted out of the room. Kim had to duck to make sure the picture didn't hit her, and as a result she didn't see where exactly Ron had run off to.
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"Ummm…Jonathan?" Ron asked, worry etched on his face. "Is this story too much for you?"
"Huh? No, Dad. Everything's fine. Please, continue."
"I was just making sure. You look a little… nervous.
Jonathan looked down, and noticed his hands were clenching his covers. He immediately let them go, and smoothed out his blanket.
"I'm fine."
"OK then. Now, where was I?"
"You had just run away from the flying picture, Daddy." V answered.
"Oh… that's right."
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Ron had left the room and flew up the stairs, taking them at least three at a time. Not paying any attention where he was going, he ended up on the second floor in a large area. Leaning over a banister he attempted to catch his breath. Using his flashlight, Ron quickly looked at his surroundings, trying to get his bearings.
The railing he stood next to was around an open area so you could see down to first floor. To his left were three doors, each about halfway open. As he turned around, his flashlight fell upon a fairly large open area of floor. There were a few toys lying around, and an old wooden rocking horse. Everything was covered with dust.
As Ron looked around what appeared to be a child's play room, his eyes suddenly found something that made the color in his face completely disappear, and his jaw drop open.
His flashlight winked out, but there was still light in the room, coming from an apparition that stood in front of a large curtained window. It was a little girl dressed in what looked like a flowing white nightgown. She looked to be about 6 years old, had long blond hair that went past her shoulders, and she was pointing right at Ron! Her eyes were black as coal, filling her eye sockets. Her mouth opened and this ghostly image said one word.
"Innsssiiiiiiide…"
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Meanwhile, downstairs, Kim was picking herself up off the floor when she thought she heard laughter. Walking back towards the couch she saw the fireplace recessed into the wall, and noticed a recessed box area that was used to store wood. It had a small wooden door, and she approached to check it out.
As she reached for the door, Kim heard a loud scrapping noise come from the inside. She felt cold air seep around the small door, and she reached for the large iron ring to pull it open. Thinking she heard voices again, Kim grabbed the ring and pulled the door open!
"What the…?" She immediately saw an opening that led outdoors! Kim crawled through, and looked outside the house. Looking to her right, she saw three boys running around the corner leading to the front of the house. It was Vinnie and his thugs! They were the ones doing the so-called 'Haunting'!
"I've gotta find Ron and tell him this was all a set up!" Kim said to herself, and crawled back into the house.
After standing and brushing herself off, Kim went to find her friend.
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Not knowing how he got downstairs, Ron sat on the bottom step when Kim found him. He was shaking like a leaf.
"Ron? Are you OK?"
He shook his head side to side, not making a sound. His eyes were still wide with fear at what he had seen earlier.
"Ron…?" Kim asked again.
"K… Kim… I… saw a… a… g… ghost!"
"It's Vinnie and his buddies, Ron." Kim scoffed. "I saw them running out of the house. They somehow rigged the jewelry box and picture. There's no such things as ghosts!"
"Th… then wh… what's that?"
Kim turned around to see what Ron was shakily pointing at. It was something that caused her mind to almost completely shut down. Ron was pointing at a little girl that in her own right, shouldn't be there! She had an eerie glow about her, and she just stood there looking at them with coal black eyes.
"It… It's not… real, Ron." Kim said, trying to keep herself grounded. She swallowed hard, and spoke. "Maybe… Little girl? Are… are you… lost?"
The apparition turned its head, looked up at about a 45-degree angle, and spoke again. "Innnsssiiiide…"
The ghostly apparition raised its arm, pointed right at Ron and then turned, raising her pointed finger at the angle she was looking before.
"What?" Kim said, and heard a thump next to her. She looked over and saw that Ron had fainted! Snapping her head back around to where the little girl had been, all she saw was swirling dust where the little girl previously stood!
Quickly scanning the room, she couldn't see the little girl anywhere! Kim knelt down beside her friend, and gently shook Ron's shoulder.
"Wake up, Ron… Wake up."
"Huh… what?" His brown eyes focused on the green eyes in front of him. "Kim!"
"It's OK Ron, it's OK." She said, trying to calm him down.
"Did… did you see… her?"
"I… saw something." She said. "I… think it's got to be something that Vinnie and his goons have done. Maybe a trick of light and mirrors, or…"
"I don't think so, Kim" Ron said, looking straight up. Kim looked up, and saw draped over the railing right above them was a piece of white cloth.
"Ron…" Kim said grabbing his hand, helping him to stand. "I'm going to prove to you there are no such thing as ghosts!"
The two of them walked up the stairs holding hands. They rounded the end of the banister, and walked down the small hallway to the play area where Ron had first seen his… ghost.
Kim shone her flashlight all around, and then it landed on the cloth that was still draped over the railing. She walked over, picked it up, and dust flew everywhere!
"See Ron?" She said, turning around to see where he had gone to. This time he was staring through a door that led into a bedroom. His back was ramrod straight, and again his face looked devoid of all color. He held the flashlight in his hand, shaking from fear.
"Ron…? What are you…?" Kim walked over next to Ron and looked into the room. There was the little girl again, but she stood on a large chest up against a wall. Her head was turned down, as if looking at either her feet, or the chest. Her right hand was pointing straight down, and they heard her speak again.
"Innnnssssiiiiiiide!"
An idea snapped into Ron's fear-filled mind. Summoning as much courage as he could, Ron slowly stepped forward into the room. Watching the apparition the entire way, he slowly walked right up in front of the little girl, and knelt down in front of the chest. The hasp was latched, but not locked. As he reached out for the latch, the apparition disappeared again.
"Ron!" Kim said behind him. "See? It's gone. Now… come on. Let's set up our sleeping bags downstairs and try to get some sleep!" She stepped up next to him, and gently helped Ron stand using his elbow.
"Wh… where did she go?" He asked.
"Since you walked up to her, it probably shut down the camera, or whatever it was that was transmitting the image. It's over, Ron. It was all fake!"
"I'm… not so sure, Kim." Ron said, looking down at the chest.
"Well all I'm sure of, is we need some sleep. Now I say we go back down stairs and camp out by the front door. I brought a travel alarm so we can wake up just as the sun rises. After that, we'll go back to our houses, sneak in, and our parents won't be the wiser. Sound like a plan?"
The two then walked out of the room, and Ron paused at the door, looking at the chest again. Kim tugged on his arm, and led him back down to the font door where they lay out their sleeping bags.
"You going to be OK Ron?" Kim asked as she curled up in her own sleeping bag.
"Yeah… I guess so. But what if that little girl…"
"She was fake Ron. It was most likely a trick with mirrors and a camera somewhere. I've seen it done before in the haunted house at the fair. That's all it was. Now go to sleep."
Kim pretty much went to sleep right away. Ron lay there for a bit listening, and he didn't hear anything except for his friend's soft snoring. After a while, he too fell fast asleep.
Bam! Bam! Bam! The two were awakened by the sound of something beating on the front door. Kim awoke with a start, and immediately jumped into a fighting position she had just learned from her judo class. The door flew open spilling bright light inside! Kim squinted as two dark figures came through the door directly towards them! She looked down at Ron, who was having trouble getting out of his sleeping bag, as his zipper was stuck…
To be concluded…
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Well… How am I doing with a scary story? Does it work? Let me know with reviews. Thanks!