My Ghostly Collections

Skin Of Death

2014-09-28T02:16:00.004-07:00

Maxine looked at Minah and wondered what on earth was going on? Had the natural order of the world just gone slightly wrong? She looked at the beautifully wrapped up present that Minah held in her hands and then looked at Minah, thinking that something had to be wrong. This would not be right if nothing was wrong. She even narrowed her eyes at here, despite the fact that that was such a rude thing to do. Minah just laughed at the look on her face and smiled a big toothy smile. She gestured for Maxine to take the present with a little pleading look on her face and started to say something. Before she could get the words out of her mouth, Maxine opened her mouth and spoke first.

'Okay, Minah. Why are you doing this? And don't tell me it's my birthday.' She insisted on being very forward. If there was anything besides good gesture behind this, she wanted to know. Minah sighed and shook her head. She kept the toothy smile on her face and put a hand on Maxine's shoulder. Maxine had to make an effort not to recoil. It's not that Maxine was a particularly horrible person. It's just that she had apt reason to be wary of Minah. She had been deceived by that congenial smile one too many times in her life. 'Don't worry Maxine, there is no bomb in there. It's just that, I am not sure how to say this. It' just that I miss you and I am sorry about all the things I did. I missed the times when we were friends and I would like to have that back.' Maxine's jaw dropped at the humble statement that humbled her along with it. She immediately felt guilty for all the possible reasons she had just been concocting in her head to explain the sudden friendliness in this girl who had caused her so much pain.

Maxine smiled and took the wrapped gift. She took it and then, still holding it, embraced Minah warmly. They then looked at each other for awhile as Maxine smiled and felt the package. 'Still like guessing before you open it?' Maxine nodded and asked whether she could open it there and then and Minah laughed and asked what she waiting for. Maxine undid the scotch tape as carefully as she could and took out the piece of cloth from within. She opened it up and looked at it with sparkling eyes. It was a long, tie-dyed dress in deep yellow and black. It had straps for sleeves and was made of the softest material anyone could imagine. She did not think that Minah could have possibly bought this from anywhere; she must have bought the dress and dyed it herself. When Maxine asked her, Minah just shook her head mysteriously and said that she had bought it but she was not going to tell her where from. Maxine absolutely loved it and promised she was going to wear it as soon as she had a chance. 'You have no idea how happy that would make me,' said Minah, smiling her usual toothy smile.

Maxine woke up two days later past noon and got ready to meet her boyfriend in town. She opened her closet and took out the dress. She smiled to herself and held it in front of her, looking at it for a while before starting to put it on. She put on the dress, which fit her perfectly and flattered her figure. She closed the closet that held her full length mirror and went outside to put on her shoes. She had finished getting ready and walked to the lift. Just as she went in she felt a sudden sharp pain in her left foot. She cringed and held the door open with her right hand as she looked down at her sandal-clad foot. It looked perfectly normal to her as far as she could tell. She limped into the lift and cringed again as she press the button. She bent down and examined her left foot but found nothing wrong with it. She sighed and concluded that it was just one of those things that involved muscles which sprained without their owners knowing why. She walked toward the bus stop and then decided to take a taxi. There was no way she was going to take the bus to the station; she would have to do a considerable amount of walking. She limped towards the taxi stand and got into a taxi. She then directed him to where she wanted to go.

When she reached her destination and as she was about to alight from the taxi, she braced herself for the pain she thought was going to shoot up her leg when she got out. But when she did get out, her foot was perfectly fine. She was pleasantly surprised. She got out of the taxi and walked to the bus stop where her boyfriend would be waiting for her. When she did meet him, she was still shocked at the fact that her ankle did not hurt. The pain had been so intense that she could barely walk into the lift when it struck. She asked him what it could have been, it disappearing so fast and all. 'Pain gone; why you worry?' He laughed as she hit him at the back of the head and pouted. 'Do you have any idea, how painful it was? I was actually considering not coming and paging you to call off the date, you know?' She narrowed her eyes, exaggerating anger as he put his hand to his heart and put on his best hurt look. She was about to open her mouth to speak when she gasped instead, her right hand moving towards her stomach and clutching it.

'Jordan?' she said, softly, obviously taking a lot of effort to do so. 'My stomach, something is wrong.' For some reason, guys always decide make practical comments when it counts the least. He supported her with his own body and tried to hold her. 'I thought you said it was your foot that hurt.' She shot a glance at him that would have made him take a step back, if he was not supporting her. 'It did,' she growled emphatically. She moaned a little as they made their way to the nearest outdoor seat and sat down together. Maxine could not explain the sudden decision her body had made that day to keep causing her pain. She looked up at the trees, suddenly afraid that a trouble making bird would decide to use her head for target practice. She was thinking this exact thought when the pain subsided. She suddenly got up and looked at Jordan, who was looking at her with that bewildered look on his face. 'It's gone!' She exclaimed, snapping her fingers. 'Just like that! Like my foot. I mean, my foot is still there, but the pain just disappeared. It's miraculous. Annoying in some sense, but miraculous. There is definitely something wrong with me, Jordan.'

They looked at each other for awhile and then at their watches. They had been sitting there for about half an hour. They decided to continue to walk around for a couple of hours before Jordan eventually sent her home. When she had got home, she was so exhausted that she just sat down to dinner without taking a shower or changing her clothes. She felt a dim pain in her stomach and decided not to eat. It went away, like her other pains when she got ready to go to sleep. She sleep peacefully that night, not being able to remember her dreams when she got up. She told her mother the next day about what had happened and her mother was suitably concerned. They knew a modern healer. He was a personal friend and she said that if it happened again, to tell her about it so she could call him and have him give them both a diagnosis. The next time it happened, Maxine was out with her brother, Carl, getting a present for their father's birthday. Looking for something to accommodate the hot weather but was not too scruffy, she slipped into the yellow and black dress.

Maxine almost collapsed all of a sudden from the sudden pain in her stomach. She swore and told him what was happening. Like anyone else, he did not know what to do and did nothing more than attempting to comfort her. She tried to regulate her breathing to ease her pain but gasped as she felt something icy sharp shooting up both her legs. She fell to the ground. Carl, four years older then her and fairly well built, tried to pick her up but he could only carry her to the nearest bench. When she was well enough to move, he supported her into the lift and to the taxi stand. She told him to call Uncle Chan. At home, she changed and the pain subsided. They waited for Uncle Chan to come over. She hung the dress she had worn over the dining room chair inside out so as to air it out. There was no point in washing it yet since she had only been in it for an hour. Uncle Chan came over, hugging each of them in turn and stopped short at the sight of the dress that hung on the chair.

'Who gave you that?' he asked Maxine. She looked at him, rather puzzled, responding that a friend had given it to her. She did not like the way he was looking at it. He looked at it the way someone would investigate a mysterious bloodstain on the dining room carpet. He picked it up and looked at it. He then held it up and then let the family see it. 'Can you see it?' 'See what?' they all asked in unison. Maxine's jaw was the first to drop. She grabbed the dress and stared at it. She then turned it inside out and looked at it, realisation sweeping over her. She turned it back out and held it out to her family. The dress's patterns were made up of two main splotches of black and yellow. They were huge and created patterns throughout it, the black dye sometimes fading into grey or turning the yellow into a sort of muddy colour. What she had not seen was something on the top splotch that spread over her chest. Amidst all the black dye, there was a very specific pattern. She had noticed the outlined of a circle first. There was a perfect circle within the splotch, made up of two wavy lines that kept intersecting each other, making it look like a braided stream which ran in a circle.

This had caught her vision and led her eye to the centre of the circle where in faint lines of grey slightly different from the rest. There was the out line of a man in a moustache. He wore a turban and sat cross legged, his hands together as if in a gesture of prayer. The sight was extremely unnerving. It could have been an accidental design and it not been do perfectly symmetrical. Her mother placed her hand on her mouth and Carl actually took a step back when he made out the design. 'Your mother told me about your problem; I think this may be your cause. Did your friend get this from another country? They do this thing in some places where they work their religious designs into their products. They use the cloth to cover corpses. It is called the skin of death.' He looked at her for awhile and then suggested she throw it away. He then went on to add that it could have also been an act of malice by the person who made it. They might just have another copy of the picture in their home over which they cast spells.

That thought was just too much for her and she almost ran to the chute to throw it down. She apologised under her breath to Minah and then let it fall to the bottom. Whoever had made this dress would have no more power over her. Three days later in schol, Maxine sat down next to Minah, slumping onto the table. Minah smiled and said that she needed to go to the toilet and that she would be back. Maxine simply smiled and then pick up Jasmine's file to move it so she could put her head on the table. She smiled as she looked at the pictures of her favourite actors on the side that faced up. She turned it over to look at who was in store on the other side. Her heart stopped. On white typing paper, drawn in black marker was a man that sat within a circle. He sat cross legged, wore a turban and had his hands together in a position of prayer. He seemed to look up at her as she looked down on him. In his ankles and his stomach, there was thumbtacks inserted into the cardboard of the file. They glimmered in the light of the classroom made her shiver.

Minah came in and looked at Maxine, smiling her toothy smile the way she always did, her friendliness seeming more fake than it ever had. 'Why are you looking so tense?' Maxine stood up and pushed her chair back, looking at Minah straight in the eye. 'Don't you ever talk to me again.'

Heavy Metal

2014-09-11T00:03:00.002-07:00

Matt popped the tape into his Walkman and listened to it, rather impressed at what he heard. He heard a set of bridge chords running at a speed he had never thought possible. He grabbed his Walkman and rewound the tape so he that he could hear it again. He would have rewound it the entire thing and listened to it from the start, but he wanted to listen to the whole thing before he reached school and rewinding would take time; a problem the compact disc player would make easy once it started becoming popular and cheaper. But till then, it was the good old fashioned tape.

He kept on listening until the rain stopped at the station he was supposed to get off at. He picked up his bag, careful no to get entangled in the wire that came out of it, and walked out of the door still listening. Enchanting maybe the wrong word to use to describe rock music but Matt was really enchanted. even when he was through the college gates where at times the discipline master stood, he was reluctant to take off his headphones. But as he approached the assembly area, he took off the metal band that connected the two little woolly muffs and placed them in his bag. He was not only amazed at the music but also at the fact that the band's lead singer had given him the tape in the first place. It was a demo tape that contained five songs, one of which they had not even played for anyone else yet. He was amazed that Gavin had even thought about him when he was giving out the tape. Considering they had quite a negative and short-lived history, Matt had even been suspicious when the tape was handed to him. Matt had dated Gavin's sister for awhile and she had been unusually upset about their breakup. The story was long and tedious and he did not want to go through it in his mind. Gavin was two years older than his sister and the same age as Matt was. Matt and Gavin had known each other through basketball and were closer than acquaintances but not close enough to be called friends. The day after the breakup, Gavin had cornered Matt before school started. Being considerably larger than he was, Gavin took him by the collar to pin him against the wall.

Well, the story went as one would think the story would go. Gavin shouted a number of not so empty threats and Matt nodded a lot, wanting to be out of the bathroom and in the safe company of people. The rest of the day had gone by as usual and so had the rest of the days till then. They no longer talked. The tape occurrence was indeed a very strange thing. Maybe it was his way of saying that things were okay between them. Of course he had only thought that in the morning. He saw Gavin three times that day and was totally ignored by him. The song was all he could think about so it did not matter. He knew Gavin's band had been good but he had had no idea that they were super good. He supposed that Matt would have just been giving it out to everybody and that he just happened to see him first. Either way, good music did not need a reason and he was happy with the tape.

He found himself listening to that particular song once again during his lecture while trying to concentrate on indices. He happened to look down at the rows in front of him and found Gavin staring up at him. When their eyes made contact, Gavin's lips curled up into smile. Matt would have smiled back if he had not thought that Gavin's smile was more for himself than for Matt. It was three days late when Matt found himself listening to the same song on the train to school. He had come to not simply be amazed by the music but had almost come to fall in love with the song. He had kept rewinding it and playing it over and over. Each time he listened to it, he would discover something new about the song, the way the last chord of the second verse would reverberate, the way it almost sounded as if there were two sets of drums. Gavin must have used some electronics device on his voice for the last part.

He had developed a headache on the second night when he was trying to sleep. Music had always helped him to sleep and when he played the song, not only did it help him sleep, it almost seemed to cure him of his headache. He had slept like a baby and had woken up to the sound of the tape jamming itself on the stereo system. It was one of those systems you had to switch off when the tape was done so that it would stop being pulled along. He took out the tape and placed it in his Walkman while getting ready for school so that he would not forget to bring it. Four days after he had been given the tape, he found himself very restless in class. He was unable to concentrate on anything and began to think about the song, playing it in the Walkman of his mind. He had listened to it so often that he could hear every specific sound in his mind; though of course nothing was good as listening to the real thing. Finally, he got the Walkman out of his bag and placed the headphones over his head, sliding it down to the back of his neck where it could not be seen. He lay down on his desk where he hoped he would be inconspicuous and listened to the music that he actually might have believed was made by the angels in Heaven.

The relief he had got when he popped the headphones over his ears unnerved him for awhile. It was like how some brands of food were sprinkled with nicotine so the people would crave for them. The music was like a drug... A week after he had been given the tape, he had suffered three headaches which he promptly soothed with the song he had taped multiple times onto one tape. he almost had his Walkman confiscated during one of his lectures. It took him ten minutes of pleading and numerous vows of how it was never going to happen again before he could get it back. Promptly, he stashed in his bag till the next lecture where he took it out again. A fortnight after he had been given the tape, the same teacher caught him listening with his headphones, during her tutorial. She had literally held him back after class and demanded that he give her his Walkman. He refused and the argument eventually evolved into him walking off only to be pulled by the sleeve.

In a reflex action, he had used his free hand to take the nearest plastic chair and hurl it at her, more to get her off him than to hurt her. He was violent. In a state of shock, she had just watched as he ran out of class, looking as if he was trying to escape from an ugly monster. There was definitely something wrong with him and it definitely had something to do with the music. he had slept listening to it every night since he had got it and he needed to hear it in order to do anything. Something was wrong with it and he knew it. maybe it was something scientific, like the way certain sights and sounds could cause your brain to send strange signals to your body. There was something wrong with it and he would have to tell Gavin about it. He would have to ask him if anything had happened to any of his band members when they listened to it. He would have find out who else he had given the tape to. It was then that it finally hit upon him.

Gavin might have been the one behind the whole thing in the first place. He could not believe he had not realised this in the first place. It was completely unnatural that he could not function without the song. Lunchtime was approaching and he would confront him. But in the meantime, he needed to listen to that song so he locked himself up in a cubicle and put on his headphones... 'What the hell in on this tape Gavin? Tell me!' 'Tape? Music! What else?' Gavin looked at him with exaggerated perplexity. 'Gavin! Please stop this. I can't even get through a normal day...' Matt was speechless when Gavin cut him off. 'Oh! Oh you can't, is it?' His voice was sarcastic. 'Well, now you know what my sister went through. You think i don't know what you did to her?' 'I did not do anything! Our relationship just did not work out,' Matt tried to explain. 'Please, just take the tape back. Can you? It's not worth doing this for your sister. We were friends before.' 'You are not my friend! And don't you dare insult my sister! Good luck to you. You are never going to be able to throw that thing away. You can listen to it for the rest of your life. In fact... you have to!'

The sun was such that the light fell perfectly through the small windows of coloured glass that ran along the church wall. The multi-coloured light fell onto the carpets as the sun sank along the horizon, painting a distorted copy of the window's picture onto the floor. Matt ran in and looked into the confessional booth in a panic, seeing if anyone was in there. Finding no one, he ran to the church office to find the priest he had been looking for doing some paperwork. 'Father!' he burst out as he almost fell through the door. 'I need your help, please.' Telling him the entire story, Matt was almost in tears in his desperation. The priest took the tape and played it in the ancient looking machine that he kept in his office. He listened to the song and told him that he could not hear anything wrong with it. But he knew some people who knew some back masking techniques. They had worked on a teen and parent retreat he had held; one of the topics had been the peril of rock and roll decadence.

Meanwhile, he placed his hand on Matt's forehead. 'I want you to give me this tape willingly. I want you to say it out loud and to renounce its power over you.' The entire process was difficult be he had managed to. He did just like the priest had said and he felt something lift from his shoulders. It was three days later that he received a call from the priest saying that the tape had been back masked and that there had been words recorded on the other side. They were in Latin and were hard to interpret. The words were probably from a curse or had been said in accordance with a ritual that had been performed while the song was being recorded.

Pulling the tape from it's casing and cutting it with his scissors, Matt dumped the musical carcass on the canteen table where Gavin sat with his band. 'I don't need your stupid tape anymore.' Gavin looked at the tape and raised an eyebrow at Matt. 'The poison is in your blood. It might not strike now, but sooner or later, it will cause your death. I bet it is sooner.' Matt broke down and cried.

Love Potion

2014-08-04T23:08:00.003-07:00

Jordan had grown up with his two siblings, an older sister and a younger brother. The three of them lived together with his parents in a five room flat. The flat, consisting of three bedrooms, one living room and a balcony with a connected dining area was divided out as such; his parents got one room, his sister got another and he shared the last with his brother. Their family was close to one another and everybody confided in everybody else. Of course there were generation gaps and sibling rivalry, but that was part and parcel of living together. Jordan had been twelve and his sister fifteen at the time the incident occurred. He remembers how weird she had been acting. Not weird in a sense of being unnatural though, she was simply acting the way every fifteen year old female would act when they were 'in love' so to speak.

For the past two months, she had been walking around the house as if in a day dream, not hearing anyone till they repeated her name at least four time. At dinner, she would play with the food on her plate for a full half hour, smiling to herself before she started eating it and would buy a new CD filled with love songs every week. Jordan's parents knew she had a boyfriend. They did not want to probe, knowing that since they had just got attached and they would probably want that time to be for them and them alone. They knew that she would bring him home when they are ready. Jordan's mother was getting curious though. She trusted Carol, knowing she knew how to make right decisions. But as far as she was concerned, no teenage boy would be good enough for the task of being Carol's first boyfriend. Unfortunately, the reason why Carol did not tell her parents was not that she had wanted to wait. Regarding not thinking that any teenage boy was good enough, her mother might have changed her mind about that had she found out the real reason why Carol was not sharing with her what seemed to be the happiest experiences of her life so far.

Jamal was not a teenage boy. Jamal was thirty two. She could not imagine telling her parents that the ring she wore on the chain around her neck was not just any ring. Jamal had given it to her as an engagement ring at their two month anniversary dinner. Jamal was a romantic. He would bring delicious food from his house just for her and would feed her lovingly. He spent on her whims and fancies. Three months later, she told Jordan about what was happening. She told him about Jamal and how they had been together for the past five months. She told him about his age. 'Are you crazy?' He had shouted out loud, his eyes almost bulging out. 'Hallo! He's practically Dad's age!'

Carol rolled her eyes. 'Yeah Jordan, but age has never been an obstacle for love.' 'Still? He is too old for you, sis. Actually since you are crazy enough to even consider marrying this joker, I should be saying you are too young.' 'h shut up, I knew I should not have told you.' 'I'm telling Ma.' Apparently, this possibility had never even occurred to Carol. She jumped at him and pinned him on the floor, holding him down by the arms and looking straight at his face. He finally gave into her due to the sheer factor of pain and, saying that he would not tell. But unable to sleep that night, he stared up at the ceiling. He got up from bed and walked over to his parents room. Waking them up as gently as he could, he told them. After being woken up from her dreams she could not remember, Carol was startled to open her eyes to what seemed like her parents. Jordan had cleverly gone back to his room so he would only have to face her wrath the next day. After three hours of shouting, threats and theories, her parents boiled it down to one thing.

'Listen here Carol,' her father had said, rubbing his temples which were almost visibly throbbing by then, 'if you don't promise to break it off, I will personally withdraw you from school and make you take your 'O' levels privately. You will stay at home where we can see you and you will not go out unless it is with us. You will not see your friends because we won't know whether it's them you are actually meeting and you will not speak to anyone on the phone that even sounds like a man. Now give me that ring around your neck and go back to sleep.' She cried the next day when she broke up with Jamal, telling him what had happened the night before. He was angry beyond belief. In fact, she had never seen him so angry before. He reassured her that while he was sad about having to break up with her, he was not angry with her. It was her parents that made him lose his temper. 'I know, Jamal. I told you. They said you were too old and that I was being stupid and that I was at an age where I should be getting to know more people and all that crap. My dad took the ring. You have no idea how sorry I am, about everything. Yesterday was the worse day of my life.'

Jamal being angry was an understatement. The word 'furious' might have been more appropriate. What right did her parents have to do this? He thought this as he rung his grandmother's doorbell. When his grandmother opened the door, he greeted her, asking her how she was and whether she was busy. She was actually with her elderly friends. They were chatting and laughing away, her usual get together every once a week. But for her favourite grandson, she would do almost anything. She excused herself and gave her full attention to Jamal. The grandmother knew he was engage and that he was waiting for his girlfriend to finish school before they got married. Of course he never told her that she was only sixteen. She had assumed she was in the university and that they would be getting married once she had got her degree. When she asked to meet her, he would simply say he did not want to ask her about things like that now because she was very busy; even he had not met her parents.

He told his grandmother that day that upon finally meeting her parents, they had disapproved of him straight away and that they were not allowing them to get married. He said that they had not even bothered to get to know him and that if he ever went near her again and they found out, she would be locked in the house and never let out. His grandmother was angry as well. She was thinking about the unfair way her grandson had been treated. She told him that she would take care of it and that all she needed was her parents first names and their home address. Three days after the incident at home, Jordan's parents got up in the morning to go to work. Jordan's mother ran to the toilet to throw up. She assumed that something had gone wrong with her stomach because she had not even eaten anything. By the time she had finished, she was so weak that she didn't even want to think about going to work. Her husband tucked her back into bed, kissed her good bye and then left for work. Despite the fact that his mother was sick, Jordan did not sense anything being wrong. He started to get worried only when the same thing happened to his father the next day. He was worried that it was something the family was doing and that soon, they all would be sick.

As far as he knew, stomach problems were not contagious. The thought of something horrible and virus like crossed his mind but he threw the horrid thought out straight away; paranoia was the last thing everybody needed. But the things got steadily worse. Soon, his parents were both sick and because of that, the family was in a state of turmoil. His father had started to find tiny bumps on his skin that looked like tiny boils. Touching them would cause him great pain and even lying down was difficult because of the ones on his back. Obviously, tempers were flying within the household and everyone was shouting at each other. Carol was really upset and she did not know what to do about what was happening in her house. She could not concentrate on anything and she dreaded going home. It came to a point where she could not stand it and she finally dialled the number she had been forbidden to dial, on the public phone downstairs. She told Jamal what had been happening and asked whether they could meet to talk.

When they met that day she had been so happy to see him. She cried when she told him what had been happening at her house and when she started crying, she could not stop. Jamal could not take watching her like that and even though he knew it was a stupid thing to do, he confessed to her the fact that he was the one who had cause all her problems. He told her about his grandmother and that she had special powers. She got up from the park bench where they had been and stood in front of him. Her eyes were filled with both anger and betrayal. She was angry with her parents but she knew what they had done, they had done with good intentions. What his grandmother had done, she had done it out of spite. He had tried to calm her down as she started shouting, saying that he would get his grandmother to reverse the spell she had cast. He apologized over and over again that it was not his fault. Carol turned away and walked over to the side of the road, hailing a taxi. She had never felt so lonely. It took awhile for her parents to get better. She wondered whether he had hesitated in asking his grandmother to reverse the spell. For a whole week, she watched her parents health take a plunge for the worse before their bodies started to heal even remotely.

Strangely, a week later, Jamal came to their house with a fruit basket to enquire about their health. What was more strange was that her parents welcomed him with open arms. her father even called him son-in-law.

Teenage Witch

2014-08-03T01:50:00.002-07:00

Demi had always been strange; but Julie was about to find out just how strange she actually was. Julie and Demi were fourteen years old and were in the same class. Their entire class was separates into groups of four for their geography project ad Julie had ended up with Jensen, Celine and much to her despair, Demi. She had nothing, of course, against making new friends. After all, that was what teenagers were supposed to do. But Demi was not just any teenager. From the first day of class, Julie had been very wary of Demi, not because she thought Demi was out to get her, but because she was just so afraid of her.

Demi always seemed to be lost in her own world, and yet very aware of what was going on. She could be staring at her nails for an entire hour and when the teacher asked her something about what was going on, she would look up and give the teacher the entire analysis of the lesson. She was very intelligent and yet very withdrawn. In every class, she would sit alone at the back with her bag as her sole companion. When they were thirteen, there was something about Demi's eyes. They had been very defined and very penetrating. Her lashes were thick and dark and her eyebrows always seemed to be arched in question or condescension. A teacher had once called her up in front of the class and told her to take off her eyeliner. She had told her that she was not wearing any. The same teacher had come back up two periods later with make up remover and cotton from the monitors room and found out that she had been telling the truth. Some people thought that she was eccentric and some people thought that she was just plain crazy, silly. Julie however, had no opinion about her; she just did not want anything to do with Demi.

Besides the fact that she was weird, many people had commented about how hard she was to work with. The project was due in one and a half weeks and they got together in the canteen that day. Jenson, despite the fact that he was the only guy, had the nicest handwriting of the three and was writing everything down. Julie was planning the format of their write up and Celine was dictating things to Jenson. The three of them wrote or read furiously because they were hoping to finish this early and be done with it so they could have extra time to spare. Demi just sat there, pushing back her cuticles with her thumbnail and occasionally adjusting the hair-bun on her head. After about an hour, she suddenly looked up and glared at the three of them. 'Can we go home now? I have better things to do than sit here with you all.' They were taken aback and all stared at her in disbelief. Jenson and Celine opened their mouths to speak but closed them when they realized that they had nothing to say. Julie on the other hand had been getting increasingly irritated with her for the past hour and had been noticing her blatant attitude towards the whole project. She had not so much as lifted a finger except to look on. It did not look like she was going to be doing anything anytime soon.

'Maybe if you started helping us instead of living in your little alternate reality for a minute, we would get all this done much faster.' The minute the words came out, Julie wished she could have swallowed them. She looked at Demi's face. It became a shade darker and her eyes were ablaze with anger. Quickly, Julie tried applying damage control and tried to take back her words. 'Okay, okay. Forget it. You go back; we'll stay here.' Demi stood up and took a step towards her. Seeing this, Julie took a step back. 'Do you have a problem with me?' 'I said for...get... it. Just go home, okay?' Julie sighed. Demi opened her mouth, as if to speak but thought twice about it. She smiled a mysterious smile at Julie and turned towards the exit. 'You'll be sorry,' they could hear her say as she left.

In the minutes after she had left, all three let out a sigh of relief. 'We have only two more days, and the whole thing is far from complete!' Celine uttered in despair. They were seated together during recess, in order to discuss the project. Celine and Jenson were eating, but Julie had her head against the tabletop. Her stomach was twisting painfully, and that killed any appetite she had. She had been to the doctor twice, but nothing he prescribed helped. It felt as if knives were twisting through her guts. Another jolt of pain shot through her and Julie bent over the side of the bench, groaning. 'Sorry,' was all she could managed as Celine laid her hands on her back. 'This is ridiculous,' said Celine. 'How are we going to finish without her? We all live so far apart, whereas her home is right across the street from school. The least she can do is provide her house for us to finish up today and tomorrow. Not to mention that Julie has been sick for so long.'

'Do you really think Demi would let us into her house? Julie laughed weakly. 'We have no choice. The school gates shut at five and we will have to do it elsewhere,' Jenson added. 'Yeah, I'd guessed we hove no choice,' the two girls replied. Julie and Celine were looking at Jenson intently. He knew their intention and sighed. Getting up from the bench, he walked over to Demi who was sitting alone at another table. Five minutes later, he returned, with a rather surprised look on his face. He told them that she had agreed quite readily, but made it very clear that she did not want to be bothered at all. They all considered that reasonable, considering the circumstances and agreed. Jenson added that she did not actually want to do anything; they were only going there to use the house. Celine groaned and Julie rolled her eyes but they knew they had no other choice. They were in Demi's living room that evening, sticking things on a piece of vanguard and typing on the computer outside. They had stopped to take a break after they all thought they would suffer from burnout and just sat and talked for a little while. They looked around the living room and commented about how normal everything looked. Jenson shook his head and asked whether any of them had a red marker. They shook their heads in turn and Jenson opened his mouth to shout at Demi who was in her room, but thought better of it.

Demi had left her bag in her living room; or rather she had just dumped it there after locking the door and then stalked off to her room. Julie took her bag and opened it, looking for her pencil case. She searched for awhile and then found something cylindrical and round. She thought that maybe it was a whiteboard marker and fished it out of the bag. It was only when she took it out and looked at it that she realized what it was. She looked at the smooth white candle over and wondered what it was doing in her back. She turned it around and found part of their class photo pinned to it. She squinted and to her horror she realized that the part of the photo that had been cut out was that of her face. Her face had been pinned to the top of the candle and the vague outline of a body carved out, perhaps with an ink-less pen, beneath it.

She looked at it and quickly zipped the bag. She stood up with it in her pocket, checked whether Demi's door was closed and then showed it to the others who were as speechless as her. Jenson opened his mouth to speak. 'So you think it is, you know, one of those voodoo things?' Julie shook her head as he passed it to Celine and said how voodoo usually involved pins. 'Besides, why would she do that to me? It's not like I did,' she faltered. 'That day I shouted at her.' 'Julie, take a look carefully at this.' She handed the candle to Julie who looked at where her finger was pointing. She squinted and looked at the tiny spot around the belly. She ran her finger over it and realized that there was a pit in the candle surface. A pin was inserted into the candle. The pit was just so deep that she had not seen it. She could not see a way to take it out without digging her nails into the wax and peeling a bit of it off. She slipped the horrid thing back into her pocket and stood up, wondering what to do.

'I'll help you. Give the thing to me.' They turned around and were shocked. Demi was sitting on the armchair. How on earth she had entered the room without being noticed is still a mystery. Within minutes, Julie was cured. No one ever talked about it or Demi, ever.

Spells

2014-07-16T21:21:00.002-07:00

'Fred?' His wife looked at him with surprise. 'I thought you were in Malaysia? Why are you back so early?' Fred now knew the meaning of seeing red. He looked at the woman in his bed, as if she was a stranger. She was half dressed, lounging on the bed. The noise his wife was making woke the man, and Fred got to see his face clearly. Fred did not know the fellow. All he knew was his wife was with a stranger. He wanted to smash his wife's face in, as well as the man's. His head was swimming in anger, and he could not think straight. He had come home early that day, back from a business trip. Something had cropped up and the deal was off. It had been a disastrous trip. He was looking forward to going back to his wife, and the warm comfort of home. The shock of seeing his wife in bed with... he could not remember. His anger was freezing his mind.

'Fred, I can explain,' his wife struggled for words. 'You see...' 'Save your breath, Sasha,' he spoke coldly. Throwing her a look of contempt, Fred turned on his heels and strode out of the room. It was clear enough. Five years of marriage had just gone out of the window. He went into the living room and picked up the phone. 'Mr. Lee?' He called his lawyer. 'My wife and I are divorcing. Arrange for the necessary papers.' Putting down the phone, he turned and saw his wife. Her sparkling eyes, that he used to find so beautiful, now looked like cold hard stones. Sadly, he looked at her. 'It's over.' He walked around the house but the man was gone. That was a strange thought. Where could the man have gone to.

It's not over,' she replied. 'I'll make you sorry.' Fred shrugged, and left the house. He was sure the man could not have just vanished into thin air. But he was too angry to stay in the house. Money had always been important to Fred, not to mention the fact that he had lots of it. Although he was not one of those people who was in love with money and was concerned about only that, there was something that he knew for a fact. One could be happy with or without money. But what if by chance one was sad? Would it not be better to be financially comfortable at the same time? Between Fred and Sasha, they owned eight houses. Some of them were attributed to the fact that they both had good jobs and some of them were attributed to the fact that they had both had rich parents and few siblings. In fact, Fred had had none. His money was all hard earned and multiplied through a few good investments. For the trial, Fred had employed the services of a very prominent local law firm. Jasmine, not to be outdone, engaged the services of an overseas one, from the United Kingdom. It was a scandal that the media loved. By the time the case was over, Fred was left with only two and a half of the houses he bought with Sasha, and he had to sell one to cover the lawyers fees.

Still, Fred could not walk away with that. He felt that the decision of the court was unjust, and had decided to appeal. He made a mistake. But strange things started to happen the day he decided to appeal. He fell terribly ill and was unable to do anything productive. He felt someone was following him wherever he went. He would turn around but there would be no one. He did realize he would still be able to survive without the house; he had assets in liquid form. Yet, he did not want to lose by such a wide margin. He wanted to win. After all, it was his wife who cheated on him and he did not understand why people could not comprehend this simple fact. In the court, there were no witness on his side that had ever seen his wife with another man. She was wrong and he was right, he thought. He had a fever and at one point could not even get out of bed. The more he became angry, the worse he got. He had gone to three doctors all of whom had prescribed him the same medicine. It was obviously not working. Because of that, plus his normally unquestioning faith in modern medicine, he started to suspect that the root of his problem was not merely physical. The pain was becoming unbearable.

He did have an open minded. He went to a medium to find out if the medium could help him. The medium was worried when he saw Fred at the door. Fred told him that at night he felt like someone was cutting him with small pen knife cuts. He would wake up with his own screams. The medium told him after a short session that someone was definitely trying to harm him although he could not tell who. There was something he would have to do. Fred was willing to do anything, he wanted help badly. The medium had, in the traditional way with Chinese brush and paint, painted eight specific characters on a piece of yellow paper. He then nailed it to a tree there and said a few prayers. Over the next two weeks, the medium visited Fred in his home three times. Each time he went for a consultation, Fred had got visibly better. On the third day, the medium had brought him what had seemed like an ominous warning.

He had told him not to continue fighting the case; that the case had something to do with that fact that he had got sick. Fred had simply nodded his head reluctantly; there was no way that he was going to stop fighting. He wanted that was rightfully his. He was not happy that the medium had rearranged his furniture and even moved his pictures on the wall. The minute he recovered, he continued with the fight that had already been going on even when he was not well. He rearranged his house again, the way he liked it. Three days later, he woke up and realize that he could not get out of bed. everything from the waist down felt like lead and he could not move his legs. He thought he was dead. What scared him most was the shadow in his bedroom that was always hovering on the ceiling. The shadow looked like the man who was with his wife. He started to panic and screamed out. Luckily for him, the phone was on the side table next to his bed. He grabbed the receiver and called his best friend, Alfred, who had the key to the house. Next, he called for the ambulance. They both arrived at the same time and it was a good thing because Alfred hurriedly unlocked the door for the hospital staff to get in.

Fred had fainted. Fred was lying in the hospital bed the next day when he saw the medium coming in, shaking his head. Knowing very well why, Fred expected a stern scolding but was relieved to find out that the medium had been shaking his head in sympathy and not disapproval. They talked for awhile and the medium said a few prayers before he said goodnight and left. Before leaving, the medium advised Fred to sell away his house. The doctors out him through many check ups but could not pin point what was the cause of his ill health. At the hospital, Fred's health was deteriorating. He had more frequent bouts of dizziness and felt tired and exhausted.

Two days from then, the medium came back to find countless colorful flowers standing all over the room. He then ran out and the next thing Fred knew, he saw the medium coming back in with two nurses who then proceeded to take out all the wreaths of flowers from the room. As they did, the medium went to his bed and sat on the side, explaining in a soft whisper that someone had put a spell on the flowers and sent them to him. The medium looked at him for awhile with a certain kind of expression and opened his mouth to speak. Fred already knew what he was going to say and spoke before he could say anything. 'I know. I am happy with the case already; I'll tell my lawyers to pull back the case, okay?' The medium smiled and nodded and proceeded to say some prayers over him. Fred was better within the next three weeks. He never tried ti pursue the case. Strangely, Sasha wanted to buy the house at any cost but Fred tore the house down and sold it as part of an en-bloc sale.

Over the next few years, he went about rebuilding his life, and soon regained his lost fortune. Five years after the case, Alfred told him that Sasha had just filed for bankruptcy. What was worse was that she had lost her mind and was put in an asylum.

End Of Days

2014-07-13T23:55:00.002-07:00

'If you want it done, you have to go and look for it, you coward!' She hissed at him. 'But how am I supposed to do it? She'll see me!' 'She's buying food, you idiot! Besides, she broke up with you remember? I don't think she wants to look at you at all. So you better go and find it now!' She shoved him towards the bag. he stood there hesitantly. When he turned back, she gave him the fiercest glare she could muster, and pointed to the yellow bag in front of him.

Looking around quickly, he scurried over to the bag, unzipped it. He rummaged roughly through, until he found what was he looking for. When he found it, he fished the little blue brush belonging to his former girlfriend and shoved it into his pocket. Without wasting another minute, he zipped the bag closed and walked back to Yvonne hurriedly. Yvonne stood there, looking at him approvingly. The two of them had been good friends since secondary one and had been streamed into the same class in secondary three. She looked at Martin with exasperation, and wondered why he was such a coward. They walked down to the school garden together, looking at the blue hairbrush. Yvonne grabbed the brush from him and examined it closely. 'Yvonne, do you think it was a good idea to take Ping Ping's hairbrush?' Martin asked nervously. 'What if she finds out it's missing?' 'What if? She did not see you taking it from her bag, did she?' Yvonne questioned impatiently. 'Anyway, stop whining. You want to get even, don't you?' 'Yvonne, I know I am not an expert with this witchcraft stuff but I am quite sure you can't use a stupid brush for it.'

'How dumb do you think I am?' sh retorted, still looking at the brush. 'Get some tissue from my bag.' Obediently, he did as told while Yvonne continued to study the comb closely. Yvonne had been reading up books on witchcraft for the last few years. Some people in school said before that she had magical powers. Firstly, she was doing extremely well in school, even without putting in as much effort as her friends. And she always faired much better then them. Secondly, even though she loved food and ate enough food for two men, she never put on weight. She would eat anything she wanted' ice-cream, chocolate, french fries any high-caloried food, but she stayed the same. No one had seen her cry and she enjoyed taking long walks alone. 'Okay idiot, listen. I am not taking her stupid brush. I am looking for hair.' She pulled a single strand of bleached hair from the brush and waved it in front of his face.

'I just feel that what we are doing is not right,' Martin muttered. 'You don't want me to go up to her and pluck it from her head, right?' He shook his head and laughed. Quickly and efficiently, she laid the few strands hair on a piece of clean tissue and wrapped them. Martin look on, and thought that would look pretty strange to anyone walking past that part of the school now. 'You coming over today to see what I am going to do?' She asked him. 'I guess I might as well. Hey, thanks. This is going to be damn funny, but don't torture her too much, okay?' 'If you ask me, I think she deserves it; I hate traitors. But then again, if you had listened to me in the first place, this would have never happened right?' Martin thought about what he had seen and the look on Ping Ping's face when she saw him looking at her holding the other guy's hands. 'How did you know she was like that?' 'Oh please! It's so obvious. Guys can be so blind.' 'I...' He sighed.

Later that day, they went straight to Yvonne's house after school. In her room, Yvonne unwrapped the little piece of tissue with Ping Ping's hair in it. Leaving it on her table, she stood up to fetch a blood red candle and a needle. 'It's a good thing that Ping Ping had a long hair. If not, things would be troublesome,' she remarked to Martin as she worked. When the things were prepared, she passed the needle to Martin. 'Hold it for me,' she commanded as she began to tread the needle with the few strands of hair. When the strands of hair was halfway through the needle, she stopped. Taking the needle from Marin's hands, she pierced the candle with the needle, drawing the strands through the candle wax. When the needle was firmly lodged inside the candle, she picked up a pair of scissors and snipped off the hair near the eye of the needle, leaving the strands protruding out of the candle. When done, she took the candle and handed it to Martin. 'You take this home. Write down on a piece of paper what you would like to happen to Ping Ping, and place it under the candle. Lit the wick and let the candle burn. If you want the spell to end, just let the candle brun down. The spell would end then.'

He smiled, as he took the candle from her. 'But be careful. Make sure you don't pull out the hair,' she warned him. 'I know. I know,' he uttered impatiently, his eyes bright on the candle. 'You are such a nagging grandmother.' 'what an ingrate! If I had known, I would not have helped you.' 'Okay, okay,' Martin joked. 'You are the best. Thank you, thank you, thank you!' It was in the middle of Mathematics lesson that it happened. Madam Teo had he back to them, as she tried to explain the complex formulas she scribbled on the blackboard. Behind her, the class fidgeted restlessly. Suddenly, the searching sound of metal against concrete could be heard. Yvonne, who was falling asleep, looked up in time to see Ping Ping rushing out of the class, her hand over her mouth. Madam Teo had turned at the noise.

'What's going on?' She asked the class. No one answered at first. 'It's Ping Ping. I think she's not feeling well,' the class monitor replied finally. Yvonne turned around to look at Martin, who was seated a few seats behind. At her raised eyebrow, he smiled back knowingly and shrugged nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened. That bothered Yvonne greatly. The moment the recess bell rang, she stood up and walked to his desk. 'You made her sick?' 'Not seriously sick. I just asked that she start throwing up a little,' he chuckled wickedly. 'She probably thinks that she's pregnant.' 'Martin!' 'Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. I'll burn the thing day after tomorrow when I get back from school.'

By the third day, Ping Ping's condition had deteriorated greatly. Pale and weak from throwing up, she could barely make it to class. She slumped down on the chair at her desk and simply put her head down on the table. 'Are you happy now?' Yvonne looked with him reproachfully. 'When are you going to burn the candle?' 'I'll do it today. I told you already, didn't I?' 'You know, I really regret helping you with this. I never knew you were so revengeful,' Yvonne hissed at him angrily. 'You'd better burn the candle soon, or else she's going to die.' Martin could only stare at Yvonne. 'Well, all this rate she's going, if you don't stop the spell soon, there will be nothing else she could throw up.' Watching on, Martin felt a tinge of guilt. He had wanted to burn the candle down the night before, but the memory of her betrayal haunted him. He had decided to torture her, just for one more day. Now, all he wanted was to run home and burn that candle. The moment he got off school, Martin was in a hurry. Throwing his bag in a corner, he started looking around his room for the candle. It was not on his desk; he remembered placing it there the night before. A sinking sensation appeared in his stomach. Pulling out all the drawers, Martin still could not find the candle.

'Mum! Sis you see a candle in my room?' He yelled to his mother, who was seated outside watching television. 'Yes, I threw it away. I don't know why you keep these sorts of things,' Her voice floated to him. 'You what? You threw it away?' He stomped out of the room. 'Yes,. Why?' She looked at him queerly. 'I thought I told you to stay away from my room, right? Didn't I? Didn't I?' he shouted at his mom. He tried to control his temper but could not. 'Did you throw it down the chute or what,' he half screamed again. 'Don't you shout at me, young man.' His mother was losing patience. 'Oh shut up!' he yelled, not caring that she was his mother.

He went straight to the door. Slipping on his shoes, he slammed the door and ran downstairs. At his void deck, he yanked open the door to the chute, nearly gagging at the smell of stench that hit him as soon as the door was opened. Flies hovered over the garbage chute, and he could see cockroaches scurrying off into the shadows. Brown stains covered the walls around the chute, and the bin was overflowing with refused. Martin looked on with disgust, and could feel bile rising in his stomach. For a while, he felt like giving up. After all, she was the one who dumped him. Almost immediately, Yvonne's words came back to him. Ping Ping would die if he did not find the candle soon. Gritting his teeth, Martin rolled his sleeves up, and started rummaging through the bin. A few broken bottles lain in the chute, and Martin nearly got his arm cut. It took him nearly an hour to go through the contents. The longer he searched, the more desperate he got. The candle could not be found. He went back up to his apartment, totally in despair. He had merely wanted to make her pay, but not with her life. His mother was waiting for him inside the apartment, her face stern and angry.

'Here's your precious candle,' she uttered, 'Next time, you clean your own room. Don't expect me to do it for you.' With disbelief, martin looked at the candle with a few strands of bleached hair sticking out of it. 'Where did you find it? I thought you threw it away?' 'I did, but I was too lazy to bring out the trash,' she retorted angrily. 'You smell terrible. Go and have a bath.' Martin was more relieved than anything else. 'Thank you, thank you,' he also tripped over with his thanks. 'Thank you or no thank you, you are grounded for a month. This behaviour is totally unacceptable.' Martin was still thanking her. 'That's better,' his mother's tense face relaxed a little. 'But you are still grounded. Go take a shower now. You stink like a pig!' 'Yes, anything, Mum!' He picked up the candle quickly and went straight to his room.

He waste no time , setting the wick of the candle aflame immediately. As he watched the candle burn, Martin felt the tension fade away together with his anger. He was no longer angry with Ping Ping.

Black Magic

2014-07-09T23:39:00.002-07:00

Nathan sat there in his bed, cursing the chicken pox virus. He looked at the condition of his skin and sighed. The urge to scratch at the pus-filled blisters on his arms was overwhelming, but he forced himself not to. Placing both his hands underneath himself, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The blisters appeared a week ago. If he had his way, the virus would have run its course by now. His friends had told him about the new drug that was supposed to speed up the effects, so that the entire episode would be over in a week. But his mother, who believed in all things natural, insisted that he left it run its course. Who knows what kind of side effects drugs might have had on him? And goodness knows how much they would cost? You will have to pay through your nose if you get ill in Singapore.

Bitterly, he looked at his blemished skin and got up to open his closet door. The door swung open to reveal a full length mirror, and Nathan saw an unfamiliar face covered with pockmarks. He closed the door with disgust. For a while, he glanced at the phone, wondering whether to invite his girlfriend over. She had wanted to catch chicken pox from him, just so that she would get it over and done against the idea. After a while, he decided that it was better that she stayed home. The house was to quiet for him. He slipped back into bed and pulled the sheets up, taking care not to break the blisters on his bare legs. The pills the doctor prescribed were beginning to take effect. He was about to go to sleep when he heard the chime of the doorbell. He laid still in bed, listening out for the sound of his mother's slippers shuffling to answer the door. No sound came. The hallway outside was quiet. The doorbell continued ringing. With another sigh, Nathan got our from bed and peered into his mother's room. She was lying on her bed, asleep. He would have to answer the door.

He went to the door and looked through the peephole. A man in blue uniform was standing outside. It must be the newspaper man, here to collect the monthly subscription. Nathan was about to open the door when he realized the sight he must have looked. Quickly, he glanced into the mirrored partition and arranged his hair, only to realized that nothing he could do would improve matters. Resigned to his fate, Nathan opened the door. The shock on the man's face was enough to tell Nathan how hideous he looked. Somehow, he irritated Nathan. 'Delivery for Mr. Nathan,' he uttered hastily, thrusting a basket of flowers in Nathan's face. As he did, he took extra care to stay away from Nathan. 'It's okay,' Nathan snapped exasperatedly. 'I'm past the infectious stage. Don't worry.'

Somehow, the man relaxed a little. Still, he took care to avoid touching Nathan when the basket changed hands. Stifling an angry growl, Nathan grabbed the basket and slammed the door in the man's face. He carried the basket to the table. Filled with roses, the basket was a pretty sight. An unsigned 'Get Better' card was propped at the basket rim. His girlfriend must have sent it to him. Nathan smiled, picked up the phone and dialed Rina's number. 'Hello Rina?' 'Nath! How are you today?' His girlfriend's voice gushed over the phone. 'Thanks for the flowers. You shouldn't have; the look expensive.' 'Huh?' 'The flowers. I just received them.' 'Hello, my dear, who sending you flowers that i don't know about?' A hard edge appeared in her voice. 'Oh! They are not from you,' Nathan kicked himself. He was going to hear about this for the next month or so. Every other female acquaintance of his was going to become a suspect in the great mystery of the flower sender.

'It's probably someone in my family,' he thought quickly on his feet, crossing his fingers at the lie. 'No one in your family would send you flowers, even if they knew you are dying,' she spoke his thoughts aloud. Rina was not stupid. 'Hey, take it easy. Okay?' He laughed nervously. 'I'll find out the sender and send them my chicken pox. 'You'd better do that before I get my hands on her.' 'You are being paranoid, you know?' He knew it was a mistake the moment he said it. For the next few minutes, Nathan winced as he listened to the high pitch tirade over the phone. it took him a while to calm her down, and by then, Nathan was already yawning. 'Rina darling, I really need to sleep,' he let off a huge yawn. 'Oh all right,' she muttered irritably. 'This is not over yet, but you'd better sleep.' 'Yes darling,' Nathan said with relief. 'Bye darling.'

Hanging up the phone, Nathan looked at the flowers for a while, wondering who had given them to him. The thought of a secret admirer amused him. It must be someone who knew him very well, well enough to know that he preferred artificial flowers to real ones. they would never wilt and were value for money. Then again, it could have been just a coincidence. He returned to his room, and slipped back to his bed. His eyelids were feeling heavy, and it did not take long before gentle snores filled the room. Nathan opened his eyes to direct sunlight. squinting, he checked the time; it was eight in the morning. Nathan groaned with pain as he tried to sit up, wondering why he had woke so early. His question was soon answered s his stomach started to churn violently. He needed to throw up. On instinct, he dashed out of bed, and sprinted out of his bedroom. He practically slid across the polished marble hallway to the toilet bowl, and made it just in time. He emptied his dinner into the bowl.

When done, he rinsed his mouth hurriedly, trying to wash the rancid taste away. As he did, he tried to recall what he ate for dinner, a cheese sandwich and a glass of water. how could he get indigestion from that? He thought of blisters lining his stomach walls, and shuddered. it must be the chicken pox virus. Sighing, he walked back to his room. Every step he made jarred his brain. The headache was getting more unbearable. when he finally reached his bed, he sat down only to feel his stomach churn once more. Once more, he dashed madly to the bathroom. Upon his return, he groaned miserably, wondering what he had done to deserve this. For a while, he starred at the phone, wanting to whine to Rina about everything, but decided against it. He sat down on his bed gently, praying that his stomach remained still, and was glad when his head finally touched the pillow. He was feeling feverish, but he was too weak to go to the kitchen for painkillers. Soon, he was fast asleep.

His fever built and the pounding of his head got worse, as the day progressed. By evening, he had thrown up over five times, much to the concern of his mother. She had called his father to ask for help, and was told to sponge Nathan down. If that did not work, she would have to take him to the doctor. His father was on his way home. Nathan's father came home to find his son seated in the leaving room, starring blankly at the television screen with a wet towel over his forehead. Nathan's eyes were glazed, and he did not seem to notice his father. His wife stood nearby, and he could see that she was worried sick about Nathan. 'Nathan?' His father asked. 'Are you alright?' His father left his briefcase by the door, and had come to sit across him. lifting the towel, he felt his forehead. Nathan continued starring blankly ahead of him. A frown appeared on his face. Quickly, he put the towel back and held his hand over it as he began to pray. His lips moved rapidly, as he chanted a mantra taught to him as a child. As he chanted, he could see more light appearing in Nathan's eyes. Soon, Nathan looked up at his father, and for the first time that evening, his father saw recognition in his son's eyes.

'How are you feeling?' He asked Nathan. Nathan did not answer and just moaned. His father turned to his mother. 'Was he this sick yesterday?' He asked her sternly. His mother shook her head. 'Did anything unusual happen yesterday?' 'The only thing that came for Nathan was those flowers on the table. Even Nathan don't know who sent them. I hardly think that the flowers made him sick,' his wife said, trying to stay calm. Nathan's father did not wait for her to finish, and was already tearing the basket apart. He did not seem to hear her and started to pull out each individual flower out of the green foam at the bottom of the basket. When all of the flowers were lying in a heap besides the basket, his eyes widened at something inside the basket. The green foam used for holding the flowers in place was cut in very precise manner into the rough shape of a human being.

He felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand as he looked at the marks that had been made by the plastic flower stems. They all centered on its stomach and its head and had created almost two big holes at those two points. He picked the doll up and looked it up and down. He then turned it around to find two Chinese characters written on it and pinned to the back of it. He took out the pin carefully and took the piece of paper to the door. Slipping into his slippers, he walked over to his neighbor's house and rang the doorbell. His Chinese friend opened the door smiling and asked what was up. Nathan's father showed him the characters and asked what they meant. 'Oh!' he had replied rather surprised at the words. 'That's your son's name in dialect! Who did that?' 'It's a long story; maybe some other time.' Nathan's father was thankful that he trusted his gut instinct. He presumed that if this was causing his son so many problems that it worked when it had arrived at the house. So, if it was not there anymore, it would not cause anymore harm. So he did the only thing he could think of doing; he walked over to the rubbish chute, threw away the foam doll, then burnt the yellow piece of paper with his son's name on it.

I supposed you could say that we would never know if what it was that caused the fever and the headaches and the vomiting. Nathan's father believes that it did. It may have been coincidence that Nathan's started recovering almost straight away and that his temperature was back to normal within the next three hours. His father asked him when he was well, whether he had any idea who sent the flowers. He said that he did not and his father went to tell him what he had done. Nathan was of course shocked. He had no idea who would have wanted to do that to him; but at least he could tell Rina those flowers did not come from an admirer. Nathan's father did not want to alarm his son by revealing who the sender of the flowers was. the flowers were not for Nathan, but was for him. but Nathan had touched the flowers first, and since their names were similar, the curse went to him.

Secret Admirer

2014-07-06T01:05:00.002-07:00

'Oh my gosh! You mean you got all this gifts?' Kelly looked at her younger sister, insulted at her disbelief. They sat in her bedroom like little girls. Kelly was sharing her toys with the other two. Sandra, Kelly's best friend, smiled a little and piped in. 'Jocelyn, do you mean you don't know how popular your big sister is? I could barely find her among all the boys today. She should make it a point not to come on Valentine's day. Every single boy in school wants her to be his Valentine date.' Kelly did not seem to be listening. Her eyes examined the five boxes of chocolate, two bears and three roses that had collectively come from six guys. Her eyes of course, ended up eventually on the chocolate.

'So much chocolate, so little time,' she muttered wistfully. 'I cannot believe that Eel Face Martin gave you chocolates,' laughed Sandra. 'Tell me about it. That weirdo always looks at me as if he wants me to die. I nearly got a heart attack when he actually spoke to me today. 'Uh... uh... uh... this is for you' I swear he creeps me out.' 'Yeah man,' giggled Sandra as she turned towards a wide eyed Jocelyn. 'You should see this fellow. He really looks like an eel. All you have to do is just chop off his limbs, lay him on his stomach and throw him in the river.' The image really make Kelly laugh and she nearly fell over. Sandra was trying to calm herself and Jocelyn had just settled for giggling with the two of them. 'What say we pig out today? All chocolate and no exercise. Today we eat and tomorrow we starve! Set?'

'Set!' The other two burst out at the same time, still giggling. They opened three boxes of chocolate and finished two, leaving the other one, half finished in the refrigerator. Kelly woke up moaning the next morning barely able to get up. She thought about the day before and knew she should have stopped at four pieces; her stomach just could not take too many of a good thing. She rolled over and felt her body experienced something very familiar to her. Remembering the feeling from a long time ego, she soon realized that her body was telling her that she was going to throw up. She ran to the toilet and got there just in time. Her indigestion lasted longer than she had thought it would and she found herself in the toilet doing the same thing three days later. Thinking that neither her sister nor Sandra had had any problem with their stomachs, not to mention that she had eaten the least among them.

She opened the fridge to see if there was anything to drink. She looked at the half eaten box of chocolates and felt the urge to eat one. Knowing she should not, she took one anyway and popped one into her mouth. Closing the fridge door after taking out a packet of milk, she poured herself a glass and drank it down slowly. Her stomach got better eventually but she found herself craving for the chocolates that were in the fridge. The huge box contained an assorted of light and dark chocolates. As she walked back to her room with her milk, she walked back over to the fridge and took another one out. The next few days, Kelly was miserable. She was going from better to worse and back again, over and over. She had become so addicted to the chocolates that it worried her; because she knew that the chocolates would not last forever. She lay in her bed and tried to go asleep, wondering if there was anyone in school who hated her.

She looked at the last piece of chocolate three days later as she held it in her hands before eating it. She swore when she accidentally dropped it. She bent down to pick it up, the urge to eat it so strong that she considered just popping it into her mouth without even wiping it off. She picked it up and looked it over, trying to see of there was anything visibly inedible on it. Examining it, she found something inscribed at the bottom. It was her name together with a Chinese character she could not identify. She felt the hair of the back of her neck stand as she wondered what it meant. The urge to eat it, though still as strong, did not overpower her common sense ans she threw it away. Fear gripped her when she realized there was something spooky and evil going on. Her stomach ached but she craved for a bite. Kelly felt stupid sitting in class the next day, feeling the urge to eat chocolates. Suffering withdrawal symptoms from sweets was making her irritable.

She stared with glassy eyes at the teacher who was presently leaving the class. She stared beyond her and beyond the blackboard. Maybe, it was because of this that she did not notice the boy who approached her. Eel face Martin looked down at her and smiled. 'Feel like a chocolate?' Kelly grabbed a few and chewed them with delight. She was so happy that she wanted to kiss Martin for his kindness. And she did. Martin smiled with satisfaction.

Voodoo Doll

2014-07-06T00:18:00.002-07:00

Veronica walked back to her cubicle, mildly annoyed. She had never realized how egocentric she was until then. Realizing that her second last button was still undone, she buttoned it back up, arriving back at her seat and slumped back down into it. Looking grouchily at the screen saver on the computer, she fished for her compact mirror in her bag. Taking it out, she opened it to find out if she had any visible flaws on her face that day which she had not known about. She saw nothing she disliked and put the mirror back in her bag.

John must be a fool, she concluded. Any guy would have loved for her to give them the time of day. She rolled her eyes in frustration. The most gorgeous guy in the office wanting to hook up with the gorgeous girl seemed like common sense to her. This had been her third move. Never in her entire life had she needed to make a second one. And still this joker seemed uncomfortable to even be around her. in fact, he had told her to leave him alone because he needed to get back to work. She had never been so humiliated in her whole life. She looked at the clock and saw that it was time for lunch. Alone again. But, she would have an entire hour to cool off. She picked her purse and left for the cafeteria. At home that day, she looked at the simple doll she had made out of cloth and crumpled up the piece of paper that had the spell written on it. She had already chanted it and there was only one thing left to do. She looked at the doll and she looked at the needles, an overwhelming feeling of being far too old for this, engulfing her.

It probably would not work anyway and if it did, she would probably regret doing it in the first place. But there was always time for a little fun. She took one of the needles and poked it playfully into the doll's stomach. She contemplated the sight a little and then poked a few more in. She put the doll on her dresser and then got dressed to go and buy dinner for herself. Looking down at her dog that had been looking up to her with great curiosity, she smiled. 'We're gonna have some fun, Muffin, aren't we now?' John did not show up for work the next day. Veronica knew because she had walked past his cubicle, only by coincidence of course, about five times and noticed that he was not there. She wondered what had happened to him, and wondered whether what she had done had caused his absence in some way. She smiled a smug smile that gave her a bittersweet feeling inside and then continued with her work.

John did not show up for the next two days and the weekend came after that. veronica decided on Sunday that she should take the pins out of the doll's stomach. It may have all been coincidence but common sense told her that she should not take a chance. If anything too serious were to happen to him, she would probably have to deal with a great deal of guilt for a long time. So she took out all the pins one by one and poked them back into her pincushion. She supposed he did not actually deserve whatever it was that he was getting and that it was she who was being spiteful. She supposed that the fun would have to stop there. She carried the doll around, intending to throw it away. Her thoughts were disturbed by the barking of Muffin.Muffin had not been fed and it showed its displeasure. Veronica saw John the next day at work and asked him why he had been away for so long. He did not seem like he wanted to talk to her. He supposed that he must still have been quite affected by her coming onto him, although she could not imagine why. 'I had this terrible stomachache; I could barely moved. I swear that the moment it hit me, I thought I had been stabbed or something.'

'Oh dear, did the doctor tell you what it was?' 'Those idiots study for like twenty years and they never know what's going on.' 'But it's gone now?' 'Yes, disappeared all of a sudden. It was very strange; not that I am not grateful.' Veronica smiled a secret smile to herself as she typed and replayed the conversation back in her head. The next day, the announcement was made after lunch at work to the people who had known John. He had been hit while crossing the street, by a speeding car and had never made it to work. Veronica had been wondering before why he was not there. She felt her knees got weak when she heard the news. he had broke his neck when his head hit the edge of the hood. He had almost, in truth, had his head sliced off.

Kicking her shoes off after an emotionally tiring day, veronica went to the toilet to wash her face. Muffin followed her, the toilet being her favourite place as of late. the little terrier made her feel a little better about what she had heard at the office. Muffin weaved in between her legs and ran into the toilet before she could, picking something up and then dropping it at her feet. veronica's heart sank as she looked at what little Muffin brought her; it was the doll. The head had been chewed off.

Witchcraft

2014-06-23T01:46:00.002-07:00

Vikram rung the bell, and waited. He smiled when his colleague opened the door, and entered. It was time for a good game of Mahjong. Although he had never played with this group before, he had heard that people simply came to play Mahjong at Ong's house to lose. Ong was unbeatable. Ong smiled at him as he came in and shook hands with him. Vikram was taken aback by the magnitude of the house and how rich everything seemed to look; the lush velvet curtains, the elaborate carpets and the miniature chandelier which hung in the middle of the living room as if Ong thought that his house was a small castle.

Vikram was led to the living room where two other people waited for him. The tiles were already lying face down on the table randomly, waiting for gambling fingers to pick them up. He sat down in the empty seat and the game started. Ong had won five games in a row and a modest amount of money. Vikram sat there with his mouth wide open and had his shocked expression laughed at by the other two men. Ong simply sat there and smiled to himself. Vikram supposed that if he was so good at something he would be sitting there and smiling as well. 'I thought everyone was exaggerating about you. What's your secret, man?' If I tell you, I don't have a secret anymore, right?' he replied. Vikram nodded and looked back at Ong who was looking at him intently. He only broke off the stare to glance at the other two men. 'Should I tell him?' He asked them. 'Tell me what?' Vikram inquired. 'Tell you my secret.'

Vikram looked at the other men who smiled mysteriously back at him. One of them, Francis, opened his mouth to speak. 'You see, we always come here and we know we are going to lose. But it's small money. He plays with big money with people who can afford it. But we come here anyway to try and win. It's like a goal. Once you know his secret, you will know what I mean. It's a challenge.' 'What is your friend's secret?' Ong nodded at the other two comrades and stood up, gesturing for vikram to follow him. Vikram stood up and followed Ong upstairs to what seemed to be his bedroom. On the way up, Ong told him something he had bought in Taiwan; something he had paid thirty five thousand dollars for and something that had helped him win ever since. Vikram cringed at first at the mention of thirty five thousand but after a while, remembered Ong's living room and that he could afford it. They stopped outside a closed door and Ong held the doorknob, looking at him cryptically. 'Ready?' 'I suppose.'

Ong opened the door and Vikram froze in his place. He stared in horror and what he first thought to be a small child moving around the room. He looked at it carefully for awhile and then realized that it was a doll. He took a deep breath and stared, as all his hair stood erect. The doll, in what looked like a geisha outfit, measured about a meter in height. It was made of cloth like most dolls and because of that, he knew it was not a mechanical toy. It was made of cloth and was walking around the room by itself. It had hair in a bun, wore deep red and had a dollar note pinned onto its chest. 'She helps me. 'She may have cost a lot but she has paid me back tenfold.' Ong stared at Vikram's frightened expression and laughed a little. He patted Vikram's back and told him to wait there as he went off and got something. 'Will it...' He stammered. 'No, it won't try and leave the room. Just stay here.' Vikram waited, not wanting to take his eyes off the doll at all. He watched in horror as the doll made what seemed like a routine journey around the room.

Vikram must have dozed off. He did not even know when Ong returned. Vikram got up, shocked. Ong was carrying a plate. On it he saw three slabs of meat. The raw meal stank of blood and he stared on in morbid wonder, realizing that what was actually on the plate was three livers, covered with blood. 'What the...?' Vikram sputtered in outrage. 'She has no batteries, you know. She's alive.' Ong bent down and waited for the doll to come to him. It stopped and he patted her head; the scene was almost perverse. He lay the plate down on the floor and as Vikram stared on, the doll picked up a liver in its nylon stitched hand and bit into it. Vikram felt his pressure rise and his knees go weak. He swallowed the bitter taste at the back of his throat that threatened not to go back and he gripped on to the door frame for support. It took him a while to find his voice. 'Ong,' he said meekly, waiting for him to look at him. 'Ong do you really need this to win?'

Ong gave a condescending smirk and shook his head disapprovingly as if he was looking at a young child stealing a cookie. 'Vikram, Vikram. This is why you will always stay in the middle class.' His voice was smug. He gestured to the doll that Vikram refused to look at. 'And this is why I am rich.' On his way back, having lost more than he had intended, Vikram felt a slight pain in his abdomen. Little did he realize that the doll had feasted on some of his body parts.

Charmed

2014-06-16T01:07:00.002-07:00

Stacy looked at the woman, Jamie. Jamie made her uneasy. For the first time, she felt weird. There were nine guests sitting at the dinner table but that woman, who was introduced to her an hour ago, spooked her. Strangely, she had ended up sitting away from her husband, Ian. Stacy, sitting at the head of the table, looked at all the guests who were indulging in what they had labelled 'the best home cooked meal ever'. Her blood was not yet boiling as much as it was simmering very slowly. She looked upon a young lady seated next to her husband with a huge smile upon her face. The dislike was instant.

She was pretty and eloquent, but that was not why she disliked her. She had heard her husband mention her name several times, but had not given any thought about it. She wore a little yellow sundress with bright floral prints. 'Rather childish for her age', Stacy thought. Stacy was in her early thirties while Jamie looked like she was in her late twenties. Stacy looked at her with the shallowest smile she could muster at the sight of Jamie hitting Ian playfully on the arm. That made her blood boil. How could this woman blatantly flirt with her husband, right under her nose? Right in front of the other guests. has she no shame? The giggling she could handle, the tiny distance Jamie had left between her seat and Ian's, Stacy could handle as well. She could even handle the annoying way she batted her lashes. But that stupid little playful 'hit' from time to time made her want to grab Jamie by the hair and drag her out the door. Goodness knows what she tried at the office. Not to mention how seemingly benign her husband was acting about the whole thing.

Stacy stood up and picked up her plate, pushing her chair back loudly as she got up and headed towards the kitchen. 'You've finished?' As she passed her husband, his hand touched her wrist. She jerked out of his reach, much to his surprise and walked off, muttering a simple 'yes'. She knew that if she did not do something to regain her peace of mind, this would be bothering her for the next two weeks at least. She scrubbed the same plate under running water for the next fifteen minutes, thinking about things of the past. There was a way she could get back at Jamie but she was not sure whether it was the right way. Stacy's grandmother had died a bitter woman and had taught her what she termed as 'how to take care of yourself', a phrase which encompassed various forms of black magic that could be used on people to take revenge on them for what they had done to you. Stacy's mother, however, was a woman who lived a blissful married life and had always reminded Stacy not to listen to her grandmother. Such was the confusion she grew up with.

She had never thought of using what her grandmother had once so passionately taught her. She looked at the plate after awhile, almost realizing that she could see her reflection in it. She towel dried it, then placing it in the dish holder along with everything else. She took a deep breath and walked back to the dining table. She had walked back only to find Jamie laughing in her little coy manner and leaning towards her oblivious husband. Stacy glared at her, the line dividing right and wrong concerning her grandmother's teachings was blurring greatly. The next day, Stacy took the glass she had stashed away in one of the kitchen cupboards out when her husband was at work. It was still half filled with the white wine that Jamie had been drinking. She took it to her room and looked at the rough figurine of a person she had made out of cloth and stuffed with tissue. She placed it in a basin and poured the water over it so that it soaked it in like a sponge. She closed her eyes and chanted a spell she had been taught a long time ago and then opened them to put on a pair of oven mitts.

She had been wondering what she was actually going to do and then remembered the woman's irritating laugh. She picked up the leaf she had plucked from the potted plant that grew just outside her neighbor's house and put in on the wooden board. She rolled it with her rolling ping until white sap seeped all over the board. Throwing away the leaf, she carefully placed the doll in the wood and used it to wipe the wood clean, letting the cloth absorb as much moisture as it could. When she was done, she chanted a spell over it again. She centered her energy and sent it forth to do her work, after which she placed the doll in a box and took off her gloves. Switching off her room light, she closed the door behind her and went out to watch the news on television. The next day when Ian came back from work, he looked rather flustered. Apparently, he and Jamie had been working on a project together, which they were supposed to have presented. Jamie, the ever so sociable one, had prepared the speech but two hours before the presentation, mysteriously she had lost her voice. She could not speak at all.

It had been very strange because she had shown no signs of a sore throat. It had been very frustrating for Ian who had to make the presentation himself while Jamie sat next to him saying nothing at all. Stacy smiled secretly to herself and wondered how far this thing would go if she did not do anything about it. She patted him on the back and told him to relax; he would not have to go to work until after the weekend was over. Things got much worse for Jamie over the weekend. On Monday, Ian come back and told his wife that she had not come in to work because she had developed some sort of rash. She looked at him in his mild angst. Obviously, if Jamie was not there, work would pile up for him. She should have known; she should not have done this in the first place. Placing a reversing spell upon the doll the next day when her husband left for work, she threw it down the rubbish chute and hoped for the best. She delved into her memories, trying to remember what her grandmother had taught her about reversing spells. She had made a special concoction out of herbs and spices that would help speed up her recovery as well as relieve her throat. She had unstitched the doll and emptied its contents into the dustbin.

She arrived at the work place the day after, finding out that Jamie had planned on going despite whatever rash she had had. Stacy stopped by the office during lunch so as to pass her the flask filled with her concoction. She found Jamie and her husband having lunch together in the cafeteria. Her husband looked more shocked than he should have been, to see her. In fact, he looked almost alarmed. She saw him inform Jamie of her presence as she approached and the smile left the young girl's face. When Stacy was about five meters away from them, she realized why Jamie had not wanted to come to work. Her mouth was covered in healing sores. They looked incredibly painful and did not do well in complimenting the rest of her face. 'Hi Ian,' she smiled as she gave him a peck on the cheek. 'How are you?'

She turned from him to look at Jamie. 'But more importantly, how are you? My goodness, your mouth! I mean, I don't mean to be rude. Does it hurt? I actually brought you something for your throat. I heard it was quite bad. Are you okay?' Jamie's face had gone pale. Had it been fear that caused it, Stacy would have thought she had seen a ghost. But it was quite obvious that Jamie looked guilty. She shook off the thought and attributed it to the fact that she had been flirting with her husband a few days ago. She told her it was just a recipe her grandmother had taught her how to make and that her throat would be better in no time. 'You... you really shouldn't have,' Jamie stammered. 'It's no trouble. You had just got better, and it's not like I have anything else to do with my time. I'm going now. But you take care, okay?' Maybe if Stacy had put two and two together, she might have figured out what was going on right then. If she had read the alarmed look on her husband's face with the guilt on Jamie's face, she might have been able to see what was going on.

But the news came written all over Ian's lips three days later when he came home from work. 'What's that on your mouth, Ian?' She had asked, concerned. 'I told you to stop scratching this morning.' He rubbed his mouth vigorously, his eyes darting everywhere. She walked up to him and looked at his lips. They were covered in sores, the same ones she had seen on Jamie's lips, the kind of sores that could not be passed on unless it was through direct contact. 'How did you get those sores?' She asked blankly. Deep inside, both of them knew the answer. She had never felt so humiliated and so angry in her entire life. But it was okay. There was still enough material for another doll.

Death Milk

2014-06-15T02:00:00.002-07:00

Monica returned to her house in the North West of England after having a few drinks with friends at a nearby pub. Surprisingly, no one was awake when she came back, just before midnight. The effects of the alcohol starting to get to her head, she decided to make herself a cheese sandwich to balance off the fact that she had drunk on an empty stomach. She took out a large chunk of cheddar and left it on the kitchen counter, the urge to use the toilet becoming suddenly overwhelming. After going and coming back, she found to her surprise that the cheese was nowhere to be found. Getting even more confused that the alcohol made her, she shook her head and went to the refrigerator. The cheddar not being in there either, she took out some edam and made her sandwich. She then went to her room and drifted off to sleep.

She woke up the next morning to her mother's yelling. The voice in all its volume did not seem to care that she was asleep and demanded an answer to what she had down to the kitchen 'when she came in drunk' the night before. Groggily, Monica walked to the kitchen and peered inside, her eyes popping open at the sight. Small puddles of milk and slices of cheddar cheese covered the floor as if their kitchen had been the venue of the biggest dairy celebration the night before. Thinking that she must have caused the mess, although she was pretty sure she did not, she simply cleared it up quietly. A large jersey cow started to appear outside the house even though they lived in a large town with no cows nearby. Every morning, it would appear and look in through the kitchen window as if trying to find out what was going on inside the house.

Monica's aunt who attended spiritual meetings on a regular basis said that she had been contacted by an animal spirit named Daisy and asked Monica whether she had any idea what that meant. Obviously, Monica was just as puzzled as her. This went on for the next three weeks. The night before those three weeks were up, the cow appeared on their driveway one night as well. The very next day, Monica's aunt was found dead. After examinations were carried out, it was found that she died under strange circumstances. Because of this, an investigation took place. She was found to be one of the first victims of the human version of the Mad Cow disease. The cow was never to be seen again.

Get Together

2014-06-11T23:33:00.003-07:00

In the summer of 1995, Scott had a sort of family get together with his cousins and one of his aunts. Most of them lived around Dublin, except for his aunts and her son, who lived in England. They had been up till three in the morning sitting in the living room, drinking and watching old movies and had only retired when Stella, his youngest cousin aged fifteen, had fallen asleep on her mother's lap. They had turned in, his aunts going to her room, the other five staying in the living room, lying on every available surface there was. Has his parents been there, Scott would have gotten a scolding.

Less than an hour later, everyone except their aunts was awoken by a scream. It jerked Scott awake with such great force that he was on his feet and looking down on everyone else within a matter of seconds. Everyone's eyes were open by the time seventeen year old Jenine came running in as white as a sheet. Scott, Stella, George and Gary all started asking what was wrong at the same time. Jenine said that she had been in the toilet when she saw the reflection of a lady in red looking back at her from the mirror. She had screamed and spun around to find no one behind her. She had run out of the toilet almost in tears and had come straight back to the living room. Stella, not fully awake, looked at her rather confused. George and Gary, who were in their early twenties, tried not to smile, as both knew how badly Jenine held her alcohol. Scott, who fell right in the middle when it came to age, stared at her with blatant cynicism. He had lived in the house for four years and no one had ever complained of any strange happenings. He personally did not believe in ghosts and, as far as he knew, there were none that lived in his house. He asked her to bring him back to the bathroom to show him exactly where the woman would have been standing had she actually been there. Upset that no one seemed to believe her, or even seemed to be concerned in the first place, she pulled him to the kitchen and into the bathroom. Being awake already, the other three followed close behind.

Scott and Jenine walked into the bathroom. Their voices could he heard from the outside. They got louder and louder after awhile, it became apparent that they were arguing. The door suddenly burst open and Jenine came storming out, her eyes red. Scott came out after her, looking more irritated than he had ever been in his life. Jenine headed straight for the living room and picked up her bag. 'Jenine,' Scott had said, impatiently. 'Jenine, be reasonable!' She unlocked the front door, left and slammed it behind her. Giving an annoyed grunt, he raised his hands in the air in a frustrated gesture and walked back into the living room. He looked back into the kitchen and ask everyone to go to sleep. Jenine was just doing what she had been born to do: look for attention.

'Good morning, all,' his aunt said as she walked into the kitchen in her nightgown. They all replied in unison, without looking up from whatever it was they were doing. 'where's your mom, Scott?' 'My mom?' He asked, surprised. 'She won't be back till tomorrow.' His aunt stopped in her tracks and turned white. She said she had seen his mom when she got up in the middle of the night. She had sat up in her bed and looked out the window to see her walking around in the garden. Thinking she had wanted some quiet time alone, she had not gotten up. She had been wearing a red dress.

Someone's There

2014-06-11T23:07:00.002-07:00

Janis walked into her new house and stopped in her tracks. Everything seemed to be in place. The furniture, which had come yesterday looked beautiful and the carpets were still clean. Her eyes lingered above the fireplace and drifted around the area in general. The pictures which she and her husband had hung up on the fireplace were all still there. They were just hung at a million and one different angles. Ten pictures altogether, she thought as she placed each one properly. They had all been hung at right angles the way pictures were normally hung. but the minute she walked through the door, she noticed that they were hanging at different angles, some looking as if they were pointing to one another, one even upside down.

She had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her as she rearranged the photos. Once she was done, she spun around, certain someone was looking at her, but found no one. The silence of the house suddenly became to deafening and she wished her husband was back to help her kill it. Turning around to check the photos again, she felt a tremor run through her body. All the photos were at their strange angles once again. She put her hand on her tummy and started to sing nervously to her child who had yet to see the world and walked up the stairs quietly. 'I doubt it's anything... probably something to do with far away earthquakes or something.' It was late and they were both tired. 'Something that would move the photos, that I would not feel?' She asked skeptically. Her husband put his book down and put his arm around her, kissing her on the cheek. 'I would let nothing harm you.'

Adam, their six year old son came in running that night, saying that a lady had been in his room late at night and that he was scared of her. His father had taken him into his arms straight away and told him that there was no lady. He could sleep with them that night but he would have to be brave. Janis knew something was amiss. 'Lady Ma,' said Adam, rather pleasantly, pointing to the far corner of the room. Adam had been doing that for the past three days since the incident with the photos. Sometimes he would point to a corner and sometimes he would point to the inside of a room. Sometimes he would even talk to the imaginary lady as if she was actually there. It was a beautiful sunny day, Janis was in the kitchen. Suddenly feeling hands on her shoulders, she turned around, wondering why her husband was so early and why she had not heard him come in. She turned around and came face to face with an old woman who stood a mere half meter away from her.

She had shiny silver hair and deep set brown eyes. Her face was completely wrinkled and she wore a stony expression. She stared at Janis and said nothing. Janis ran out the front door. She collapsed outside her house, in a dead faint. Her husband was just coming up the driveway as she fell onto the lawn. he rushed her to the hospital but she regained consciousness only a good half hour later. She had a miscarriage. She refused to step into the house again. Would you?

Trapped

2014-06-10T22:56:00.002-07:00

Adam turned around slowly to look at the faucet, which he had just turned off, the reflection of the running water in his eyes. A shiver ran down his spine and all his hair stood on end. he had just gone to the toilet when he heard the sound of running water. Sometimes someone would leave the tap on, wasting the precious water that flowed out of it. If his hearing had been any sharper he would have been able to hear dripping all the way from his room. but he did not need to because the tap had not been dripping; water had been flowing out of it in abundance. He had walked over to the bathroom and turned off the tap in the bathtub wondering how anyone could have left such a heavy flow going without realizing it. Alone at home, his parents and grandfather being out, the sound of running water had come almost the second he got up from his nap. But the minute he had turned the tap off and turned around, he had heard the sound of running water resume right behind him.

At that was what he stood looking at. moving backwards, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, he turned the knob of the tap once more and turned it off. He turned it back and forth for a little while to check if it was loose and found that it was perfectly fine. Turning it back off, he got up and looked at it for a little while before turning back around... and suddenly again... he heard... the water turning on again. Now Adam had only been staying there for three weeks and was not sure what to make of the situation. He wished his grandfather who had stayed there for quite a while, was there so that he could ask whether this was a normal occurrence. but he was alone and would have to ponder about this by himself.

He stood up and looked around the bathroom, feeling and knowing that he was not alone. unable to shake the feeling off, he did not care about the water anymore, he turned around and was about to walk out the door when it slammed shut before of him. Managing to grab the handle, he pulled with all his might., but it would not budge. He kicked the door and tried once again to pull it open but it did not work. The the shower turned on behind him. Adam felt trapped. Spinning around, he saw not only water coming out of the spout but steam rising as well from the tub. The was was hot. The tap at the sink started to turn itself on as well, steam beginning to rise from there as well. He pulled at the door but it would not budge. He knew what would happen if he did not get out from there soon. He was already beginning to feel the increasing heat at the back of his neck. he did not want to be boiled alive... But it was the unknown entity in the room with him that frightened him the most.

He lunged at the door, the air becoming increasingly hard to breath. he could feel little droplets of water spurting from the bathtub as the water level increased. not only did the heat plague him, but the sound as well. The water was on full speed at all three faucets and was causing a noise that sounded like a thunderstorm as the water gushed out and spilled onto what was now the bathroom floor. 'Aren't you going to bathe?' a voice boomed out suddenly. It sent shock waves into Adam. There was mean, dry laughter. he yelled for help from people who were not there and banged at the door, trying to create as much noise as possible. The water seemed to be trying to overpower him. The it just stopped. The water did not just slow down and come to a gradual stop; everything turned off at one and the door slid open, causing Adam to stumble out of the bathroom and onto the carpet outside. Relieved but still in shock, he lay on the ground, happy that he was out. he turned to look back at the steamed mirror and the water, which was now rushing along the floor and into the drain hole beneath the sink.

This bathroom was his grandfather's. The other two bathrooms were located at the kitchen and his parent's room. Adam had never actually used that bathroom till that day when he had gone to see if the water was running. Little did he know that his grandfather did not use the bathroom at all. In fact there had been a lock on the outside of the door, which his grandfather went to search for after Adam told him about the incident.It had mysteriously disappeared.

Resurrection

2014-06-09T23:20:00.003-07:00

Stacey lived in an old three storey house with several of her friends. They had lived there for about three years before the four of them managed to save up enough money to move somewhere else. All four of them acknowledged that it was haunted and everyone had agreed from the beginning that they would have to save to move out. It was just that they had gotten the place dirt cheap... of course they found out why soon after. The house was located on Montgomery Street in Rhinebeck, New York. The four of them agreed that two entities were hunting the house and that one was a normal spirit and the other a poltergeist. The poltergeist activity consisted of glasses that broke by themselves, toilet seats that perpetually came down after being lifted and things disappearing and being found again a few days later. Every now and then, Stacey would wake up to feel somebody tickling her feet.

Once in a while, the four felt like they were not alone. It would not happen in any particular room or any level of the house. The feeling would just come randomly and would hit them with crystal clarity. These feelings they mainly attributed to the ghostly activity. One day, after a heavy thunderstorm, Stacey came in from the front porch and looked up the stairs to see an old woman standing there. A loud crash came from one of the upstairs closets and diverted her attention away from the old woman. She had only looked away for a second, but when she looked back, the woman was gone. She had rushed up the stairs to find a clothes rack, which had fallen down by itself. On the third of August, Stacey and her friend Grace who had fallen asleep together talking on their bed woke up to a room that was ice cold. They could see their breath steam up when they breathed out and found their blanket pulled back and folded neatly at the foot of the bed. Hearing strange noises coming from the attic, at two in the morning., they ran down the stairs and spent the rest of the night on the front porch refusing to go back in. But thinking that the act had been one without bad intentions, they decided not to call the others so as not to worry them.

Their landlady, a pleasant old woman, kept telling them an old man would be standing at the porch every time she passed. The one time she tried to talk to him he had disappeared into thin air. Other people who visited them said they saw a man looking through the window on the second floor. Once, the four of them decided to conduct a thorough investigation of the house and found, in the attic, a brick wall. No other part of the house was made of brick and as they approached it, the temperature suddenly dropped and a feeling of impending doom settled upon them. One of them actually tried to touch the wall but just as she did, the lights went out. Once, when investigating the cellar, they found an old chest which they discovered belonged to an old sea captain who had died there in the late 1800s.

Stacey was the last to take her suitcase and leave the day they moved out. The others were waiting for her in the car as she took one last look at the house. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that if she did not leave soon, she would be hurt in some way. As she left, one of the light fixtures that had been directly above her fell from the second floor landing and smashed as it fell to the ground.

Beastly Attack

2014-06-09T22:57:00.003-07:00

On Grant Street in Denver, Colorado, a house stands. It stands as testimony to something sinister that happened to those who walk by it and know what has happened within its walls. Other just pass by and glance at it like it is another old house. Most people find that when you pass it, your eyes are either drawn to the windows to see what lives within or you are compelled to look away so you don't have to. Amy stayed at that house for three years before convincing her husband that they had to move. Jeff, a practical man, was a civil engineer and often traveled around the country and occasionally the world because of his career. Amy never felt like he neglected them but she did miss him. Sometimes her son Jeremiah would cry because he missed his daddy. He was only six, and could not understand why his daddy could not just do his job in their own hometown.

But while he was away, he provided for them well. Even though he was barely there, he made sure they lived comfortably, almost luxuriously and made sure they had everything they needed. Amy knew he loved them. She just wished that she could see more of him. The house had been a surprise for them and she had been delighted when they had moved in. Everything was perfect, down to the lawn, which was cleanly mowed, and the picket fence all painted white. Something tugged at her senses though when Jeremiah started crying the minute they walked in. The thought that something was wrong crossed her mind but left as quickly as it had come. She had been sleeping one night when she awoke to find someone looking down at her from the foot of her bed. She had screamed and thrown her pillow at him, but he disappeared. Thinking that maybe the man had been the reminder of a dream she had been having, she decided that she should not be too worried about it; she had always had a vivid imagination after all.

But things started to take a malicious turn once her husband left the first time after they got the house. Missing him very badly one night, she just sat there in her bed, trying to get to sleep, but only drifting in and out of consciousness. She was jerked awake by something that had simply given her one hell of a push: with so much force it threw her off the bed. Her eyes had flung open with the shock as she landed on the floor with a loud thud. In panic, she frantically scanned the area. But there was absolutely no one in the room. If anyone had been there and was able to leave at that speed, she would have been adequately worried. But the door was locked and the only who could have opened it form the outside was Jeremiah, who kept the key under his pillow in case the monsters under the bed came to bother him again. The windows could only be opened from the inside, so there was no question of anybody coming in through there either. She went back to sleep and slept peacefully for the next two nights until something even more disturbing happened.

She had been fast asleep when she had woken up to a throbbing pain in her head. She felt herself crash onto the floor and tried to figure out what had happened. She soon realized that something or someone had soundlessly picked her up and flung her against the wall. The movement had been so fast that she had only opened her eyes when she hit her head. She was so scared that she had just lain there, crumpled against the wall, shivering. Jeremiah had come into the room wondering where Mummy was because she was usually out by the time making him breakfast. She apologized and got up, saying that she had not been feeling very well. She made him breakfast and wanted to ask him whether anything had happened over the past few nights while he was sleeping. But she waited till they were outside and waiting for the bus before gently making her query. She was not sure why she did so. She just did not want anything that was in the house to hear her being concerned for her son. She felt that if it did, it would start to pick on him as well. He looked very curious when she asked, but said no.

Feeling slightly calmer, she went back into the living room and sat by the phone unable to decide whether or not she should call her husband. She felt she had to tell him but she did not want him to worry. What happened that night, repeated itself four more times over the next eight months or so. In between, Amy's husband came to visit her once. He was there for three weeks and while he was there, nothing happened. Because of that, she had decided not to tell him. But when he left, it started to happen all over again. At one point, she found herself so emotionally distraught that she could not even find the strength to leave the living room and go upstairs to the room she feared; her own. It was as if this thing was playing with her mind. Every time her husband left, it would come back to visit her and wreak havoc on her life and emotional stability. But every time he was there, it went into hibernation and pretended that it did not exist. The last time he left the house though, things took a different turn. Nothing attacked her for the next month, and she thought what had seemingly lived in her bedroom had left. Little did she know that it still dwelled in her house.

She found that out when she heard a noise coming from her basement one night. Scared that it might be an intruder, she took the pistol she now kept in her drawer and walked downstairs quietly. She opened the basement door. She switched on the light. She fell to the floor as something attacked her. She found herself being mauled by something she now realized was a dog. It looked like a huge overgrown Doberman with razor sharp teeth. She was trying to push it away with her arms but it kept aiming for her neck. For a split second she found herself eye to eye with the creature, and realized she was staring into eyes that were a deep yet bright red. She screamed and for a second she thought she heard someone answer her. The dog got up and walked down the basement stairs and just before it disappeared, she saw the outline of a figure bend down and pat it on the head before it disappeared as well. She sat on the top of the stairs and looked down, terrified. She ran up to the living room to call her husband and told him everything. Jeremiah and her stayed in a hotel that night and were out of the house permanently within a week.

Haunted

2014-06-07T22:45:00.002-07:00

Jack, for the sake of finding work and moved in the autumn of 1992 from the North East England to Nottingham to find work. His girlfriend's family had been kind souls who liked him and who volunteered to put him up till he could find his own accommodations. The house was fairly large and when he came home from interviews and house hunting, his girlfriend would be in school and her parents would be out at work. Because of this, he spent many of hours alone in the house with nothing much to do. The house had been there since the early 1600s and was a renovated farmhouse with seven bedrooms and an attic, which now held three bedrooms and a bathroom. The only thing about everyone being out was you could do things that you wanted to do but could not while others were in. Often when they were not in, he would take the luxury of showering with the music on or walking to the kitchen in towel.

Once when he was in the attic, he had the strange feeling that he was not alone. The bath water was running and the music was on and he went to fetch a towel from the closet. He was quite surprised to find the door open; the door, which he had closed just two minutes earlier. A shiver ran down his spine because opening the door was very hard you had to push it with much force because the carpeting was so lush. You had to push it till you felt and heard the latch click before you knew for sure that it was closed. He went into the bathroom and while he was showering, even above the music, he heard the door, which he had just closed, begin to open again. He made his shower a quick one and hurried downstairs where he waited for his girlfriend till she came back. Expecting either some sympathy or at least a rational explanation, all he got when she came back was a lecture on the dangers of being paranoid.

Once they were lying in bed together at night when the room suddenly turned cold. It was as if the temperature simply dropped all of a sudden. The drop was so quick and so drastic that they both looked at each other at the same time. Loretta was the first one to see it. A shadow about eight feet in length - a torso, a shoulder and a head could be seen on the wall directly in front of them. He could sense that she was on the brink of silent hysteria when he suddenly told her to start moving everything around to see what was causing it. They moved the duvet, pillows and even the lampshade but nothing worked and the shadow stayed on the wall. 'Why won't it go away?' She kept asking frantically, shoving everything in every direction. They stood there, horrified as the shadow slid down off the wall and into the shadow, which was cast by the bed. They fell asleep holding each other and into a troubled sleep. At two in the morning, a man's screams awoke him. It was a distant sound, which had been loud enough to wake him but not her. It was so strange, a scream of a grown man, crying loud in pain.

It had been hard for him to go back to sleep but he had managed it eventually. At about four in the morning, he woke up with the same scream because someone had grabbed his foot. He woke up screaming to find that his girlfriend was screaming as well. They both immediately blamed each other for grabbing each other's foot. Instinctively, they looked at the foot of the bed and saw a figure dropping beneath it. Neither of them were able to sleep that night. Once it was light they slept until noon. After finding a place of his own and moving out, he found out from his girlfriend that her sister would not venture up to the top floor because she felt threatened by something in the spare room. Another friend she made later on said that she saw a sailor dressed all in white walking along the hallway of the top floor. He looked at her and walked into the hall, which bordered the guest room. All this happened about four years ago, and Jack and Loretta are no longer together. The house belongs to someone else now and he has not heard of it since. He lives with his new girlfriend in her house which is another old one and creaks ans groans as you walk through it.

The creaks and groans make him happy though. He recognizes those sounds, unlike those screams that come and go still in his nightmares.

Relationship

2014-05-27T01:49:00.001-07:00

Sara had just been outside her boyfriend's house the day she tried not laugh at him. The afternoon sun had been shining down on them both and he had looked like such an angel in the light. She admired his tense face as he searched for the keys in his school bag. They had only been going out for the past two weeks or so and it was the first time they were going back to his place. This story took place in the early eighties in Lakewood, Co and Sara has remembered it till now, that she is married with children. He was searching for his keys when he started telling her that strange things had a tendency to go on in his house and that if anything happened, no to be too worried or scared about it. Things sometimes went strange but it was usually nothing to worry about.

Sara had looked at him in cynical wonder, but saw that he really believed what he was saying. She had wanted to laugh but decided not to, seeing that he was genuinely concerned. She had never believed in ghosts and she never would believe in them. They went into the house and talked for a while in the living room when she noticed something. 'Paul', she said. 'You do know your clock is three hours slow don't you?' he glanced at the clock casually and nodded his head. 'They do that sometimes, the clocks. All the clocks in the house read a different time. Whatever it is that lives here with us likes to play with the clocks. 'Excuse me?' she had asked. 'I told you. the house is haunted. Whatever it is that lives with us like to play with clocks. Strange fetish if you ask me.' Strange was not the only word that had crossed Sara's mind at the time when she looked at him. The word she was looking for was more along the lines of 'psychopatic'.

The problem was that she genuinely liked this guy and that she liked him no matter what he thought seemed to be living in his house. But her cynicism started dying down the more and more she came to his house. At first, she came to think that there was something wrong with the electrical line in his house because the lights kept flickering. But as more and more things happened, she started thinking that maybe there was apt reason for him to think that his house was haunted, even though it was not. By the end of their eight month's relationship, there was no doubt in her mind that he was perfectly sane and that his house was inhabited by beings other than him and his family. First of all, the thing with the clocks truly was a regular occurrence and every time they left for somewhere from his house, he would set the clocks to the same time but when they came back, they would all show different times, even though no one had been in his house since they left. Once when spending the evening, she had gone to the bedroom to lie down when she heard his voice coming from just outside the room and calling her. It happened three times and all three times he had either been int the shower down the hallway on downstairs in the kitchen.

The one thing that Sara remembers the most was the thing that happened in the middle of the night when she was sleeping over. Paul had fallen asleep and she had been drifting off into sleep when she saw a whole group of white figures at the foot of the bed. Trying to wake Paul up but afraid of raising her voice, he did not really hear her and said that it was just the neighbors making noise. She tried to get up and take a better look but with an electric snap, they were gone. In the morning, she told him the story and he seemed mildly surprised. 'Oh, those', he said. 'I thought they were gone already.' Sara freaked out. Would she want to marry this guy and stay in the house forever? Would you? Sara and Paul broke up a long time ago but if there is any boyfriend she remembers for anything out of the ordinary, it would be Paul for his house.

French

2014-05-25T01:54:00.002-07:00

It was a literally a bright and sunny day in St. Louis, Missouri and little nine year old Tommy was doing what children usually did when they were on summer break: exploring. He had just gotten a hand me down tape recorder from his brother and it fascinated him to no end. He was on one of his little expeditions when this happened. He was with the neighbor's little son who was three years his senior, and who was supposed to take care of him. When they gone exploring the area around the town, they had found a huge area overgrown with vegetation. They had gone to search within it to find out what kind of treasures the deserted place hid. After some time, they found an old cabin, which had been overgrown with weeds.

Deciding to record nature sounds and switching on the huge tape recorder, they let it lay for awhile, keeping silent while listening to the rustling of leaves in the trees as well and the birds which sung in them. Later that night, Tommy played the tape back for his own pleasure and after hearing his little voice narrate that they were going into the cabin, foreign voices started speaking. They were deep and hoarse and they were not speaking in English. After listening to it several times, rather fascinated, he came to a conclusion. He was taking elementary German and French in his school at the time and made out the word 'Anglais', thus identifying the language as French. Deciding to take the tape to his French teacher once school started again, he put it into his school bag, which stayed in a corner of his room for the next month or so. When he did get back to school and gave the tape to his teacher, he was called to the principal's office on account that he had been trying to play a prank on his teacher. On Tuesday, his teacher apologized to him, saying that she had made a mistake. She said that she knew he could not have made up voices because they were speaking in nineteenth century French, which he could not have known.

She said that the voices were talking about how they wanted to kill the two boys because they thought the English spies sent them. When Tommy got old enough to realize the extent of his experience, he decided to do some research on the area and found out that the land on which the cabin sits was actually the site a French fur trapping or trading post called Fort Belle Fontaine. The post had been attacked by the British almost two hundred years before. He has told no one else of the experience. The boy who accompanied him has not listened to the tape and has long since forgotten about it.

The Illusion

2014-05-19T01:59:00.002-07:00

Christopher Raines still gets a chill thinking about what he saw four years ago. He admits that what he saw was neither dreadful nor horrifying. But even so, it is still creepy and has kept his grandparents and him thinking about it since then. Christopher had been enjoying himself at his grandparents house pigging out on the candy bars ans sweets which one's parents never lets one eat at home. During dinner just a while before, his grandmother had been telling him about how the faucet kept turning itself on no matter how many times she turned it off. People kept saying that they saw a little girl in a frilly red dress on the front porch every time they passed and the smell of cigars became a constant occurrence at the house even though none of them smoked. Going to bed a little unnerved, Christopher fell into a troubled sleep.

Christopher was sound asleep. Suddenly, something woke him. Waking up to a strange noise, he looked out of his window and saw a lady dressed all in white. She looked at him as if she had known he would wake up just then and look at her. Terrified at the look in her eyes, he dived under his sheets and did not come out till he heard the familiar noise of his grandfather waking up at half past four in the morning to make his coffee. Rushing over to the light switch, which was at his door and switching it on with much force, he scurried out of the room. The two were having coffee and talking when Christopher's mother woke up a while later and joined in the conversation. Soon they were all wide awake, talking about everything under the sun. Christopher wanted to tell them about what he had seen but refrained from doing so. Either way, by the time the conversation had run its course, he was enjoying himself too much to worry about it.

Just before six, Christopher and his mother saw his grandmother walking across the hallway. He had been facing her and his mother had noticed her when her nightgown touched her arm. They heard the water faucet come on and heard the refrigerator door opening. After a while, they were still waiting for her to come out but she did not. The asked Chris's grandfather what she could be doing and he was pretty confused, saying that she was in the room. The two informed his grandfather that she had come out and gone into the kitchen. 'Babe!' he called in the direction of the kitchen. After getting no reply, he called out again only to have the same silence greet him. So Christopher went into the kitchen... only to find no one there. In a panic, he came out and informed his mother that she was not there. Rushing to the bedroom, his mother found her sleeping soundly in bed. There was no way she could have gotten back without either of them noticing her. They shook her awake, nearly giving the poor old women a heart attack and began questioning her anxiously.

'Mawmaw, did you go into the kitchen and leave the water on?' 'No.' A chill ran through both the back of Christopher and his mother and they quivered as the reply came.

Secrets

2014-05-08T00:39:00.001-07:00

A small house in Ironton, at the southern tip of the state of Ohio, stands as a keeper of secrets to the town's tragic past. Jim got a little look into these secrets when he moved in in 1992. After getting used to the fact that old houses made strange noises on their own, even if they were not inhabited, he had gotten used to the creaks and moans that the house emitted. It was late October and it was getting cold. So about two weeks after he had settled in, he had been watching night television and had gone to close the windows. He walked into the kitchen to switch off the lights he had accidentally left on when he heard the distinctive sound of footsteps coming up from the basement and walking into the kitchen.

He stood frozen, looking at the heavy wooden door, unable to do anything. His hand reached for the utensils drawer, probing for a knife, or at least something he could use in self defense. The footsteps stopped at what sounded like the top of the stairs, and silence fell all around him. He saw the large wooden door open all by itself, and saw what was behind it. There was nothing. The door opened fully and touched the wall behind it. It stayed like that for a while and then in one quick sharp movement, slammed back shut again with a loud and hollow bang that ruined the floorboards but Jim's affected most of all. Finally, finding his feet, Jim left the house taking nothing but his keys, and went to stay at a relative's house. Two weeks later, when two friends named Joe and Sheila came to visit, they chatted and drank coffee till about one in the morning after which they all went to sleep. Around half past three, he was awakened by a piercing scream, and Joe and Jim found Sheila in the hallway shivering uncontrollably. When Joe and Jim asked her what was wrong, she replied between chattering teeth that she had been walking to the bathroom when she saw a woman all in white with her throat torn out.

Two weeks later, after taking a shower, Jim, wrapped in a towel around himself and got ready to shave. He got out his razor and wiped off the condensation off the mirror. It was when he did this that he saw the man standing behind him, looking t him blankly. Dropping the razor, he spun around in a flash. There was no one there. Jim moved out of the house after the incident and never looked back. It was only after he did that that he could bring himself to look up the house's history. He found out by word of mouth that the man who lived here before him had come home to find his wife in bed with another man. In a fit of rage, he killed her. It was a crime of passion that he regretted immediately and he in turn, killed himself. He had slit her throat.

The Mad House

2014-05-07T02:02:00.002-07:00

With the area's rich and somewhat gory history, how could the house bot be haunted? When Mrs. Croft was out one day, Mr. Croft heard the faucet in the bathroom turn on. Wondering how that could have happened, he went to take a look at it. The water was flowing at full blast, and when he tried to turn it off, it took some effort because the knob had been pushed too far to the right. It was impossible that this could have been some mechanical mistake. The faucet could not have shoved itself so far. Once when they were about to go to sleep, they heard a loud thud come from their basement downstairs. Taking his wife and rushing her out of the house as he called the police, they waited outside for a good ten minutes before they arrived.

Naturally they had thought that someone had been inside the house. But when the police officer had told them to come and take a look for themselves they were shocked. A ham, which they had purchased the night before, had managed to find its way out of the fridge and into the basement all by itself. It had managed to roll its way to the door, open it and roll down the stairs without any assistance whatsoever. When Mrs. Croft tried to argue with the officer about how it would not have happened unless someone else was there, he went on to reiterate the fact that there was no sign of forced entry or robbery. Nor had they seen anyone come out of the house while they waited outside for the police to come. When their only son, Terence, was born, whatever was in the house continued to haunt them. Once when Mrs. Croft was downstairs watching television all by herself, the television knob began to turn itself. She turned it back, but it kept happening over and over until she was just so frustrated that she gave up.

Footsteps in the hallway when no one was around became a frequent occurrence, as was the shaking and rattling of the China cabinet while the couple was in the living room. Whatever was in their house seemed to dwell very potently in the barn. Once when Mrs. Croft went in, she began to feel sad. Within the five minutes she could stand to be in there, her heart had filled up with such an extreme sorrow that she had to leave. She was almost in tears when she stepped out, but the moment she did, the feeling left just as suddenly as it had come. The couple and their son eventually sold the house. It was a long and tedious process, since they were a sweet couple who did not want to con people into something they would regret. They told everyone who came about what happened to them, and so went through twenty three possible buyers before they eventually ended up selling it to a man who wanted to convert the place into an office. The cynical man had laughed their story off, saying that 'he did not believe in ghosts'.

Mr. and Mrs. Croft have not seen him since, but they wished him well before they left. Mr. and Mrs. Croft then moved into their house in Snow Creek, Franklin county, VA without even the idea that it could be haunted in mind. The house, though they were ignorant of this at the time, had formerly been built on what had been a mental health institution, and next to what had been a cemetery. it had been said that many of the patients of the mental institution can be heard screaming every night, as they received their daily torture.

Baby

2014-04-30T02:19:00.001-07:00

Geraldine knew there was something wrong with the house in Sussex a mere two days after she moved in. It was not anything she could see as much as it was something she could sense. But having just been done with a long divorce and winning the custody of her four year old son, she was quite satisfied being able to move into a house of her own at all. Not mention that she was living right down the road from one of her best friends; it had been her idea that she move there in the first place. Tyler had just begun speaking to an imaginary friend name 'Jory'. The intricacies of his conversations were starting to bother Geraldine, but when she asked her friend who had a son the same age she had said it was very normal.

Now Geraldine had come home from work one day and had parked the car in the garage. The baby-sitter, having heard the car, came out and stood in the doorway with little Tyler, who ran into his mother's arms and kissed her on the cheek. All of a sudden, the three of them turned to the garage to see what had made the strange noise they had all heard. They saw the garage door opening by itself. Now the door could either be operated by remote or opened from the inside. Geraldine looked at the remote in her hand and then at the baby-sitter who shrugged. She pressed the button, which closed the door, and then began to talk to the baby-sitter again. Once again, the door opened on their right. More suspicious than scared, Geraldine told Tyler to stay there while she went to see if anything was wrong. Peering into the garage she asked whether anyone was there. A jar of paint dropped in response and then there was silence.

She searched the entire place and found nothing. Tyler suddenly looked at the driveway, waved and said goodbye to Jory. Geraldine simply looked at him, took a deep breath and walked into the house. Three months after being in the house, it was not only Tyler that became acquainted with 'Jory'. Amy, her friend down the street would bring her five year old James over and he too would talk to the non existent entity they now referred to as 'Baby'. Amy thought it was cute. Geraldine found it disturbing. Geraldine had started to hear crying coming from the spare room upstairs. She would hear it when Tyler was at home as well as when he was in school. The crying did not seem to bother him when he was there. it bothered her though. But she did not decide to move out till one fine day when Amy came over with James. The two boys were upstairs while the mothers stayed down in the living room. All of a sudden, they heard Tyler scream. Both parents ran upstairs to find out what was wrong.

James was crying softly and when Geraldine tried to carry Tyler, he started kicking and screaming 'DIE BABY DIE!'. It was only after the four got down that the two mothers saw the bite marks on Tyler's head. 'Your house is haunted Geraldine!' she said in a panic. 'No shit, Sherlock', she muttered under her breath, trying to remember where she had kept the Bible. Finding it, she opened it to the first place her fingers led her and began to read loud. The four of them heard a faint crying noise coming from upstairs. Afraid, but extremely angry, Geraldine, began to read even louder. As if on cue, the crying became louder. They could feel the tension in the room building up. Within the next five minutes, she was practically screaming verses from the bible for the 'Baby' upstairs to hear. She yelled them with all her might and all her strength until finally and suddenly, the crying died. After attending to her son, the four of them all went to Amy's. They stayed there for the next three days.

After that, Geraldine made plans with her aunt to move into her house where she stayed for the next month when she had a new place. That was the last time Geraldine heard of 'Baby'.

House Visit

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When Joseph's grandmother, Marlena, was eight, something awoke her in the middle of the night. When she opened her eyes to see what it was, she saw a shadow on the wall which could not have been caused by anything in the room... it was the shadow of a large, looming figure. Being next to the window, she opened it and looked out into the garden, where she saw no one. Sure that it was the figure of a man, she decided to get up and take a closer look... And to her shock, she was slapped across the face. Hiding under the covers till the sun began to shine in, she woke up with a dark bruise on her left cheek and a heart full of fear. This is the story she tells with the most emotion: she seems to remember it with crystal clarity.

Soon having two children of her own, other things began to happened repeatedly. Twice a week, something would visit them. It would bang on the back door till the sound and movement reverberated throughout the whole house. This happened twice a week on a regular basis for half a year. Marlena's daughter, Mary, never got used to it. No matter how many times it happened, knowing that she would not see anyone there, she would stand behind the kitchen counter with the shotgun, waiting for someone to appear. When Joseph himself was six, he saw one of those solid, steel irons roll around the floor by itself. It was one of those irons that had to be heated manually and weighed about ten pounds. There was no way it could have done that by itself. As he got older, Joseph began to hear things. His sister, Judy would see things constantly. once when he came home from work wearing his favorite brown suit, he came back to see both his sister and his mother waiting on the front porch, looking very upset. he had gotten home around seven in the evening, and when he asked why they looked so anxious, Judy asked if he had been back earlier to change his clothes.

She had heard the car drive up and just as she had expected, the door had opened. Joseph had walked in, wearing his blue suit, given her an irritated look and walked up the stairs. Wanting to use the car, she had gone out to find that the garage door had not even been opened. Rushing up the stairs, she found out that Joseph was not there. Unable to take the things she often saw darting in the corner of her eye, the incident oh 'Joseph' was the straw that broke the camel's back. She stayed at her sister's for the next two weeks. Joseph and Judy still live in the house now. Surprisingly, Judy is not really bothered by it anymore. Joseph on the other hand is waiting to move out. Joseph, the writer of the story, did not lament over what has been happening in his grandparents house for the past fifty years or so. In fact, he talks about it rather nostalgically, as if it were a treasured memory, which is slowly fading. The occurrences in the house have not only been experienced by him but, and this is why he know the haunting has been going on or the past fifty years, by his grandmother as well.

The house in Texas, USA is a simple wooden frame house; a six room structure which stands right up to today. It used to be located in the city cemetery till the cemetery was covered up and rebuilt on.