Tell your ghost stories here!
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Thread Topic: Tell your ghost stories here!
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'Anyway, the knife fell on the carpet, I walked away from Marie, shaking my head, not believing that my daughter had turned in to something else, and I felt like I didn't know her, I foolishly walked away, not believing what my eyes were telling me, I came back after an hour, I looked in to her room, she had written the word Die in blood on the wall, I called for Marie, panicking, I looked all over and then I realised that the light in the bathroom was on, but the door was open, I crept slowly in to the bathroom, and I said in a quiet, terrified voice: ' Marie? '
There was no answer, the shower curtains were drawn against the bath tub, I walked in to the bathroom, I drew the curtains, and then I... I, I...' uncle Desmond couldn't continue, he wasn't crying, but he had a look of disbelief on his face, like he still couldn't believe what his eyes had told him that night.
'What is it, uncle?' Christopher insisted.
'She... She... she...' uncled Desmond shook his head once more.
'What's the matter, uncle?' Emily persisted, 'What happened?'
'Yeah, what did you see?' Christopher asked him.
Uncle Desmond said nothing, he even stopped shaking his head, he was just staring in to space, but then, finally, the words came. -
She was gone...
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Christopher and Emily couldn't believe what they were hearing.
'You mean, she.. she, she was dead?' Christopher asked shakily.
Uncle Desmond nodded, not looking at him.
Neither of them didn't know what to say.
'She killed herself, she wanted to be in peace with her mother and brother, and left me to suffer the sadness and greive my whole life in this hell of a place we call life' he said, and a tear came to his eye.
'Oh my...' Emily said, and tears came to her eyes, too.
Christopher just looked sad, but for some reason, his heart beat quickly, maybe he was scared because he was in a room where someone who had gone crazy from the death of their mother and younger sibling, and committed suicide.
'So' Uncle Desmond continued, 'I covered the walls with wall paper, did Marie a funeral, and buried her next to her mother's grave, and I moved on, I tried to block out the memories, but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't get over it, just seeing Marie's lifeless body in the bath tub, the way she wrote that word on the wall with her own blood, the way my son screamed to his death when he jumped out of the window, the way I held my wife's hand as she took her last deep breaths in the hospital, it was all just too much for me'
'I'm sorry for you loss, uncle' said Christopher.
'We both are' said Emily.
'It's ok, at least I have you two, and your father and his wife, I still have family' he said.
'Yeah, but that just doesn't happen to anyone, am I right?' said Emily.
'I guess so' said uncled Desmond.
Emily and Christopher knew what to do then, they walked over to him and hugged him tightly, when they both stopped, they saw that tears were in his eyes, but he was smiling.
'You kids make me happy' he said, 'You both remind me of Harry and Marie'
They both smiled at him. -
He took a deep breath and said: 'Just promise me you won't tell anyone, I know that my brother and everyone else knows, but just don't bring the subject up, ok?'
'Ok' said Christopher.
'Sure' said Emily.
'Promise?' Uncle Desmond asked them.
'We promise' said Christopher.
'Cross our hearts and hope to die' said Emily.
'Good then, now come here, I have something for the both of you' he said and walked out, Christopher and Emily followed him.
They got to his bedroom and stood by his bed as he bent to look for something under his bed, he then got out to boxes, one was wrapped in bright gold wrapping paper and had red stars all over it, the other was slightly smaller and was covered in blue lines of different color scales, first it was a dark blue, then terquoise, then cyan, then a minty blue, and then white, and then back to dark navy blue.
He gave the gold one to Emily and the blue one to Christopher.
'Thanks' said Christopher.
'That was kind of you' said Emily, 'Thank you uncle'
'No prob, there's ice cream in the kitchen if you want some, but could you go out now? I want to sit alone with myself for a while, hope you like your presents' he said quietly, but he was smiling softly, a side of him Christopher and Emily rarely saw.
'Ok then, but you know you can talk to us anytime if you want to' said Christopher, and he took Emily's hand and the both walked off, closing their uncle's door behind them.
They went downstairs to the kitchen, Emily sat on the table and opened her present while Christopher scooped out the strawberry ice cream in to two bowls.
'I feel sorry for him' said Emily, gazing at the red stars on her wrapping paper.
'Me too, he doesn't deserve that, not at all' said Christopher.
'I know, I wish we could do something for him' said Emily.
'Like what?' Christopher asked her.
She didn't answer him, but she had an idea.
He gave her a bowl of ice cream and took his own, he sat at the table and looked at the blue striped wrapping paper, then slowly, he began to open it, and so did Emily, and they were astonished with their gifts.
'Oh wow!' cried Emily, 'A pink barbie car! With two barbies! Another one for my collection!' and then a few moments later after looking at it more clearly, she said: 'With all-new controllers and flasing lights, and music, too!'
'Cool!' Christopher looked at his gift, 'A box set of 25 different dinosaur action figures, and they tell you their names too, and look! There's a button on each one to listen to it rour! This is cool!'
'Let's get him something as a favour' said Emily.
'Like what?' Christopher asked.
'I don't know, anything! Something home made, it'll last longer'
'I guess you're right' said Christopher.
They spent the rest of the afternoon making a card for their uncle, they got a paper and did different stencil designs on the front, and put their best pictures on the inside, and wrote in their best hand writing: We love you uncle Desmond, and we're sorry for your loss, but you have us, we'll always be here, and we thank you very much for the gifts -
They put it in an envelope they found in one of the drawers of uncle Desmond's desk, and put it on his pillow, their parents would pick them up in the morning.
'I hope he likes it' said Emily.
'I'm sure he will' said Christopher, and they went to bed.
That night, the most strangest things happened, as Emily went to run a bath, she saw that the taps had turned on by themselves as she was brushing her teeth, and Christopher's teddy bear was on the chair by the window, when the last time he left it was on the bed.
Later on, they met up and told eachother what had happened.
'Do you think it's a ghost?' Emily asked him.
'I'm not sure, maybe it's the ghosts of the people who once lived here' said Christopher.
'It's possible' said Emily.
Then, they said no more and went to bed, uncle Desmond came in to Emily's room to tell her a story, he read her Cinderella and then, kissed her on the forehead and said goodnight to her, he was about to get up when she held his hand, and he sat back down on the bed and smiled at her.
'Uncle' she said, 'Do you believe in ghosts?'
'Why yes I do, I may sound crazy, but at times I'm sitting in the living room playing the piano my once dearly loved daughter used to play every day, I'd sit there, and for a few moments I'd see her sitting with me, smiling, and then she'd fade away'
'Really?' Emily asked, astonished, 'The taps in the bathroom came on by themselves an hour ago!'
'Maybe my house is haunted by my loved ones, I don't care, I want them to stay, it makes me feel like a part of their souls is still with me, like they're alive and breathing' said uncle Desmond.
'I guess so, you know, Christopher said he saw his Teddy bear move, too' said Emily.
'Maybe my son likes it' said uncle Desmond and he laughed.
After a few moments, uncle Desmond kissed Emily on her cheek and said: 'Don't worry, I'll protect you from all the ghosties in this house'
'Hey! I'm not a baby!' cried Emily.
'OK then, but don't worry, you'll be fine, don't get scared' and he walked out.
Emily didn't think he'd seen the card, or he would have said something, or acted weirdly.
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That morning, Emily and Christopher's parents came, they were waiting by the door, uncle Desmond wasn't awake yet, but Chistopher opened the door and saw his father smiling at him and his mother holding his arm smiling too.
'Enjoy your weekened, son?' his father asked.
'More than usual, actually' said Christopher.
'Really? Why, what did you do that was different? I thought you hated coming over to your uncle's house' said his mother.
'I do, but uncle Des told me some ghost stories so I was really excited, Emily the same' said Christopher.
'Oh well, maybe we should bring you hear more often' said his mother and they both laughed, Christopher just smiled.
Emily came holding her bag.
'So where's your uncle?' Their father asked them.
'He's not awake yet' said Emily.
'Oh? he was always one for sleeping in' said their father.
They were going to get in the car, when both Emily and Christopher froze in their spots, they saw something white floating in the garden, it was just a white blob moving round, they were sure about it.
'What's the matter?' Their mother laughed, 'You two look like you've seen a ghost!'
'I think we have' said Christopher, his mouth wide open.
'Don't be silly, kids, your uncle's ghost stories have just gotten to you, that's all!' their dad laughed.
'No really, I saw something, I know I did' said Emily. -
'Kids!' cried their dad, 'Such overactive imaginations!'
Christopher then remembered the promise he had told uncle Desmond, to not mention the death of his loved ones to anyone, he knew his dad and mum knew, but thought he shouldn't bring back the bad memories.
They then saw another white blob, they were sure this time, both Emily and Christopher.
But they didn't say anything, it was no use, but they were both thinking that it was cousin harry the ghost playing with his ball.
They walked towards the car, when the got in, fastened their seat belts, and shut the doors, Emily looked out the window, and saw her uncle Desmond sitting in his bedroom by the window, he was smiling very happily, not like she had ever seen before, and he was holding a white card that was colored in with multiple stencil designs, and she knew, at that moment that she and her brother Christopher had brought to uncle Desmond a happiness he thought he'd never see, and that he had gained a happy memory of people that he had once lost. -
Phew! That was sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long! I swear! So what did you all think? Was it ok? I know it was long but I wish you'd read it and tell me what you thought! Was that long enough for you Biance?
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Oooops, I read it and it seemed I got something wrong, when it Christopher asked about the word and uncle Desmond said: 'it was my son' it shoul have been that he said his duaghter Marie did that, sorry about that. Damn, I've typed so much, hope you like my story that took my so f---ing long to write, was it sad and creepy enough?
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I hope so. God damn it, stop posting!
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xXWeeWiiXx NewbieWow thats ace! XD
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Really? Maybe you're an illiterate tramp then.
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Oh, and thanks Olive for reading my story.
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xXWeeWiiXx NewbieYour well good at writing, i liked your vampire story :)
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Awwww!!!! *Blushes* Thanks a lot! I love you so much! *Hugs Olive* I wish I had more friends like you! *Gives Olive chocolate bar*
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dat was 1 of da best ghost storees ive ever red!!!!! it was so awesom but it was rely sad n the endin ( this may sound gay but..) i nerly cried but i got a hold of myself, but ma grandma resentlee died of cancer n i rimemberd her n i got sad, but it was rely cool, do u hav other 1s??
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