I have had what I believe to be the most remarkable night in
my life, and while the events are still fresh in my mind, I wish to put them
down on paper as clearly as possible.
What I am about to tell you may frighten you; you may begin
to doubt my experiences. But, I can assure you that everything is true.
It all started when I laid down for bed. My friends and I are
staying at my family’s cottage. It’s a charming little place, but that’s beside
the point. The cottage is in a small town, the kind of town where everyone
knows each other. The town is rumored to have strange activities occur.
Activities of demonic behavior. I have never believed all the rumors.
They are often told by the natives who are a little, odd.
Tonight has changed all of my beliefs.
So, as I was beginning to tell you, I had retired for the
night. My friends had also retired, so the noises I was hearing couldn’t have
been them, could it? The piercing screams from down the stairs couldn’t have
been them.
They are pulling a cruel joke, I thought
at first, they were screaming ear piercing screams just to frighten me. After
all they know about the rumors too.
Maybe they are calling for help, a small
voice in the back of my head whispered, Maybe the stories about the demons
that Mr. Trancy told were true.
My body shivered at the memory, causing me to pull the sheets
around me. But I didn’t believe that stuff. I won’t believe that outrageous
tale. There’s no way there’s demonic activity here in my cottage.
Everything’s the same, the voice whispered again; maybe
she’s coming for you. Elizabeth’s revenge Henry, Elizabeth’s revenge.
Unable to take it anymore, I ran down the stairs to
invistage. All my friends were sleeping peacefully, not a thing out of order. Also
the screaming had ceased.
“I must be going crazy,” I remember mumbling to myself as I
returned upstairs to the attic.
As soon as I was settled, that awful screaming started again!
Once more I ran down the stairs, and everything still was in place, the
screaming ceased once more.
This occurred several times and finally I stopped going down
the stairs. The screaming continued and I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t
bring myself to! It was just so awful, so horrid!
Like a woman calling for her husband, to get her revenge.
I shook the thought from my mind. It isn’t true!
Then it all stopped.
Fright rendered me immobile. I had no choice but to stay in
bed as the footsteps made their way up the stairs.
“Richard,” a name was called, “oh Richard, I know you didn’t
mean to do it. I tried to warn you.”
This time the ear piercing scream came from me as a shadow
came into my view.
“I’m not Richard!” I shouted. “Leave me alone!”
“Henry?” Its high
pitched voice called my name this time, sending every nerve in my body on end.
As I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness what happened
next, everything stopped. That brings us to this very moment. I do now believe
there is something wrong with this small town. I have no doubt something sinister
lives here because scratched on the wooden wall is: “Trancy was right.”
“Now no one can say I didn’t warn them.” A voice said,
laughing.
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