mood: tired

this one is called cursed, here goes:

a boy, dressed in jean pants and a sweatshirt, walks into a room. music can be heard downstairs. he turns to close the door, when a voice speaks up, "open the door, its too stuffy in here." startled, he turns toward the voice. a teenage girl sitting on a chair next to the window stares at him. "well," she says a bit frustrated, "are you going to open the door, or not?"

he turns to the door and opens it; music can be heard. as he's about to leave, he turns around and says, "im really sorry, i didnt know anyone was in here. i needed to get away from the party for a little while."

the girl gets up, waving his excuse away with her hand, "thats ok. whats ur name?" he could see that her hand was transparent. he backed away towards the door, afraid that if she came any closer that he would become transparent as well. she moves closer to him, and as she does he moves closer to the open door. "whats wrong?"

as she kept coming closer, he could see that he could see straight through her now. she could see the fear in his eyes. she kept coming closer, seeming not to care what he was feeling. as she did, he would back up. he was now in the hallway, backed into the wall. he could see the girl coming towards the doorway.

as she approached the doorway, she knew what would happen, but she took her chance. when she reached the door she was thrown back into the room. the door was slammed shut behind her. she could hear the boy gasp.

she was angry with herself for scaring him away. she knew that the boy and his friends were trespassing. the only was was to get everyone out, except the boy, she needed his help. he was her only hope to get out.

* * *

he saw her coming towards the door, when she was thrown back into the room, and the door shut after her; he gasped, not knowing what had just happened. he could hear someone coming up the stairs. he turned to the stairs and ran down it. "GET OUT< GET OUT. THIS HOUSE IS HAUNTED!" he was running through hte entire house yelling at everyonhe to get out. jeff, who was upstairs with the girl, was approaching the kitchen where several teenagers were talking, eating, and drinking. one of his frenz clothes-lined him, as he rean into the kitchen. his breath knocked out of him as he lay on the kitchen floor; he could hear a few of them cheering.

his friend, colin, stretched his arm out to help him up, while with his other he was drinking soda. "you alright?" his friend started to laugh, when he was punched in the face. he stopped laughing; wiped his face, and found blood in the corner of his mouth. jeff turned, about to warn them of the girl upstairs, when he was knocked down from behind.

"what the-" he lay on the floor, as he sees colin lunge for him again. he moves just in time. "whats ur prob, man?" just then colin comes at him again. everyone surrounding them, yelling, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" his friend was on top of him, pummeling the boy. all he could do was block colins attacks. finally, jeff found his chance, when his friend decided to stop and brag, jeff punched his friend in the stomach and he rolled off to one side. his friend rolled to the other, holding his stomach.

just then, a mist of cloud clims slowly down the stairs, and heads in their direction. a girl, obviously drunk, stumbles into the kitchen, delirious and confused, "whats with the special effects?" the two boys on the ground look up at her, thinking she'd gone mad.

"what special effect? what are you talking about?" colin gets up, helping his freind, already regretting he had hit him.

"the mist flowing down the stairs. come and look." she stumbled out of the room, and pointed to the floor. the mist rose up, forming a shape; no one could tell what it was. only jeff knew. all of a sudden, a shriek that was inhuman came from upstairs. everyone was going hysterical not knowing what had made the noise.

a bo, who was seemingly calm, headed twards the stairs. jeff told him not to, "youll regret going up there."

"what are you talking about?"

"a girl, she was-"

"no one is supposed to be up there."

"no, you dont understand. she was pale, and ghastly looking."

the others ignored him, and head toward the stairs. just then a girl screams. they turn toward her. the mist was bigger now, and still forming. a head and its face could be seen, then the arms. jeff moves to the front near the mist. fear in his eyes. "no, it cant be." finally, the shape is complete. they all notice its a girl. she looks around the room. a scowl on her face, she turns to jeff, and glides toward him.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? WHO ARE ALL THESE PPL?" everyone around him backed off a few feet. "NONE OF U PPL SHOULD BE HERE!" not knowing what will happen. fear fills them that they cannot move. they only stare at the ghost, or so they thought. she turns on the them and tells tehm they all need to go, "THERE IS A CURSE UPON THIS HOUSE, AND ANYONE WHO IS IN HERE SHALL BE CURSED AS WELL." all of a sudden a couple of guys, who apparently had one too many, were cheering and clapping.

"great job, this is the best party, man. who did u pay to do the voice?"

"WHAT?" she was angry for their impudence, and she floated up to the ceiling, growing to the size of the entire house. everyone was now clapping. "GET OUT!" she yelled, furious that they wouldnt listen to her.

all of a sudden sirens could be heard in the background. "cops, we gotta get outta here. everyone, scram." thtey ran out the door, some jumping out of the windows. they were out in a few minutes. the sirens drove past the house; the teens later found out that it wasnt the cops, but a fire truck.

at the same time, the ghost girl held jeff in his place. he didnt know what was going on. but he squirmed in her grasp. she was surprisingly strong.

"you cant leave, not yet. i need ur help." she turned him to face her. he was scared; he didnt know what she would do. "ive been cursed to stay in this house. please help me." she was pleading with him, and he wasnt sure what he should do.

he looked up at her face for the first time, he noticed that her face was not what he expected it to be; he turned his gaze from her. she didnt notice. she put him down gently. he was about to run for it, when she grabbed for him again. "you cant go, not yet. i need ur help."

"i dont think i can help u. i dont even know what ure talking about."

go home, ask someone whos been her for at least 35 years or more, they will know."

* * *

at the library, jeff finds what hes looking for. he walks to the librarians desk, "can i check this book out? i need it for research." he hands her the books, and she stamps the date its to be returned back. he takes his things, walks outside, and drives home.

"why didnt you come home last nite?" it was his father. jeff closed the door behind him. he dropped his backpack and the books on the floor. he turns around, and finds both his parents sitting at the dining room table. his mother was upset, but she only sat there, he rhead bent down. his father was obviously angry, but he didnt show it. "sit down, son."

he walked towards the table, pulled a chair out, and sat down. he didnt know what he would tell his parents. what can i tell them, that a dead girl wants me to help her, and that the house my frenz and i were partying at was, or is, cursed? the boy thought as he sat uncomfortably with his parents looking at him like he was getting high last nite.

"well, start explaining yourself, jeff." the first thing his mother said to him. she looked distressed, but she was calmer than she appeared. "well? why didnt u come home, 'til now?"

jeff wasnt sure what he would say, but he told them everything, save a cursed girl who haunted the house wanted him to help her. he told them that he stayed at his frenz house the rest of the night. his parents stared at him in disbelief not knowing what to say; they told him that if it happened next time, he was to call to verfiy where he was and that he was ok.

he headed for his room, dropping his books on the floor next to the door. as he did, he closed his door behind him. he headed for his stereo to turn it on, then turned toward his books on the floor, looked at them, sighed, then picked them up. he threw them onto his bed, jumped on and opened one of them.

it was only a few minutes; he woke up, startled by the knocking on his door. he lifted his head up, "who is it?"

"turn you music down, son!" it was his father. jeff got up, headed to his stereo and turned the volume down, not knowing how it had gotten so loud. he decide to turn off the music and start reading on the house's history.

he wasnt even sure what he was looking for. he flipped through the book, and back and forth. seeing that he was nearing the end of the book, a cold wind blew from nowhere. the boy didnt realize this.

the pages inside were ancient looking. he read a few pages; there were several encounters of a phantom of some kind haunting the connors's home. he read on:

in 1890 a family of four were murdered. the mother was tied to a chair and tortured. the father hanged, lizis older sister mutilated on the living room floor; and nobody knew what happened to lizi...every year a group of kids would visit the home. they all wanted to know the same thing. was the house really haunted by lizis ghost? no one ever knew...it was always a set of three who were chosen to look into the past. sometimes there would be a family of four, like the first encounter in 1895 with a family of four...the cruises...the parents were in their mid 30s they had two girls, one was just an infant about lizis age the other was in her teens. they were new in town...the familys first encounter was the second day they arrived...the cruises infant daughter, samantha was talking with someone when susan cruise, the mother walked by. thinking her daughter was talking in her sleep, she walked into her bedroom...samantha was facing the opened window... her arms stretched out in front of her...she inched slowling towards the opened window...samantha looks back and smiles at her mother...susan brings her hand to her mouth when samantha had smiled. she sensed something wrong...samantha stepped onto the ledge of her window; she turned to face her mother, and smiled again. susan walked into the room, something pulling her inside. samantha stretched her arms out, extending them as wide as the window would let her. she falls back; her mother came running towards the winow catching air.

whew!
that was creepy! i liked it!
» Chloefoxx on 2004-11-16 07:31:47

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