Spook
May 4th, 2011, 09:06 AM
Not sure if I should keep writing this...nobody really reads it or responds but its just so fun to write! Well...here we go.
Rainy, Rainy Gatesland. The heavy drops pound on my windowpane. I guess I won't get to see Kevin today. I am alone in this big old house all day. I'm too much of a wimp to go in the attic door alone, though. I walk down the stone steps to the fourth floor. Time to inspect this floor. I look into all the rooms as I walk down the halls. Small bathroom, an old musty bedroom, 3 storage closets, another bathroom, a small TV room. I go into the musty little bedroom, and open the windows for some light. I hear the rain pattering as I explore the little room. One small twin bed with faded yellow sheets, a dollhouse with sewed dolls in cloth dresses, a small yellow mirror with hand-painted flowers, and a little photograph propped up on the nightstand.
I pick up the photograph. It is a baby with light wispy blonde hair and blue eyes. The baby looks familiar, but I cannot recall. Suddenly I get a chill, and I take off, out of that old room. I run down the stairs. I don't want to be in this big house all alone anymore. I run out into the rain, the drops soaking my hair. I walk down the streets, and call for Kevin. No answer.
I hear a small voice. "Hello again, Miss." It says. I wheel around. It's the little girl. Wispy blonde hair...blue...my eyes widen. "What-what's your name?" I ask her. She smiles softly. "Sarah." She says. I scream, and I am running down the road. I see that newspaper clipping in my head.
Basila Montgomery also died in the fire, along with their 3-month old baby, Sarah Montgomery.
I see the picture in that small yellow bedroom. The whispy hair and blue eyes. I run wildly. This can't be happening, I think to myself. Sarah and Aunt Basila can't be dead. Tears run down my face. No!
Rainy, Rainy Gatesland. The heavy drops pound on my windowpane. I guess I won't get to see Kevin today. I am alone in this big old house all day. I'm too much of a wimp to go in the attic door alone, though. I walk down the stone steps to the fourth floor. Time to inspect this floor. I look into all the rooms as I walk down the halls. Small bathroom, an old musty bedroom, 3 storage closets, another bathroom, a small TV room. I go into the musty little bedroom, and open the windows for some light. I hear the rain pattering as I explore the little room. One small twin bed with faded yellow sheets, a dollhouse with sewed dolls in cloth dresses, a small yellow mirror with hand-painted flowers, and a little photograph propped up on the nightstand.
I pick up the photograph. It is a baby with light wispy blonde hair and blue eyes. The baby looks familiar, but I cannot recall. Suddenly I get a chill, and I take off, out of that old room. I run down the stairs. I don't want to be in this big house all alone anymore. I run out into the rain, the drops soaking my hair. I walk down the streets, and call for Kevin. No answer.
I hear a small voice. "Hello again, Miss." It says. I wheel around. It's the little girl. Wispy blonde hair...blue...my eyes widen. "What-what's your name?" I ask her. She smiles softly. "Sarah." She says. I scream, and I am running down the road. I see that newspaper clipping in my head.
Basila Montgomery also died in the fire, along with their 3-month old baby, Sarah Montgomery.
I see the picture in that small yellow bedroom. The whispy hair and blue eyes. I run wildly. This can't be happening, I think to myself. Sarah and Aunt Basila can't be dead. Tears run down my face. No!