26th Jult 2011: Ghost Prison
I was standing in the backyard of my grandfather’s house. The parents were in the house, sitting around the dining room table, or should I say two dining room tables which were shoved together so all of them could sit around and eat and chat like they usually did. There were three strange guys standing around me, taking photos of everything in the backyard, despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Over to the left, I could see some of my cousins standing around outside, watching a tv which was showing an event that was happening. It was meant to be a “life changing event” that would be recorded for all of history, but for some reason, I didn’t feel like watching it. Excusing myself, I started towards the back steps. One of the guys grabbed my arm and started going off in some language. I rolled my eyes and told them, I’d be back I was just going to grab another drink. I lifted the red UDL can in my hand and drowned it quickly to show it was empty. He let go and I walked inside. Everyone seemed to be talking and eating, which didn’t seem that strange for a family gathering. I walked over to the esky and pulled out another two drinks, one green, and one red and then headed towards the bathrooms. I put the drinks on the table and went into the toilet, noticing a strange noise coming from the ceiling. I walked out and into the actual bathroom and washed my hands. Again I heard a strange noise coming from the ceiling. I walked out and pulled open both doors to the linen closet. The noise seemed to get slightly louder. I looked upwards, only to see a panel swing open and my sister’s head pop out. She motioned me to be quiet and to come up. I turned to check no one saw me, grabbed the drinks and climbed up on the shelves of the cupboard and through the panel, which was a tight squeeze. The room I was in looked more like an attic. It was barely lit up and I could just make out shapes. My sister closed the panel behind her and told me not to make too much noise, because everyone would hear it and work out where we had been hiding. I scanned the room and noticed two other people up there, I was pretty sure they were my older cousins. Taking a closer look around the room I noticed stacks all around the room. There was toilet paper, cans of drinks, bottles of drinks, packet of chips and lollies as well as different assorted foods, all grouped throughout the attic. I sat down, and my cousins told me they’d found this place one day after hearing a strange noise and decided to keep it stocked in case they ever got annoyed and needed to go somewhere. I liked that idea, but told them I had to go down to grab my phone. I climbed down and went into the first bedroom to grab my phone, which for some reason was just sitting on the bed. I walked back to the cupboard, only to see my uncle come back. He had a strange look on his face. I pretended to walk into the bathroom to wash my hands. I could feel him watching me, and then he turned into the second bedroom and closed the door. Quickly I climbed up the ladder, only this time the panel felt tighter. I was trying to squeeze through, and my sister was calling for me to hurry but my foot appeared to be caught on something I couldn’t see. My cousin grabbed my hand and pulled me hard and I squeeze through. He said that the wood had been shifting and it seemed to get tighter and tighter. I asked how we would leave if that was the case and he showed me another latch at the back of the house. I could hear my cousin B yelling my name. I held my breath, hoping he hadn’t seen me while my foot was stuck. Unfortunately he had seen me and yelled for me to come down. I climbed down from the place, sliding the panel back into place and my cousin had a go at me for leaving him outside with the “freaks”. My other cousins came up behind him (the ones who didn’t know about the attic) and began to ask where I was and ask 3000 questions. I backed up into the family room, where they told the adults what had happened, and they proceeded to kick me out of the house.
Standing on the balcony, I noticed the wind had picked up and it was raining, hard. The wind pushed the rain inwards and I started to get wet, despite being under cover. I slammed my fist against the door demanding they let me back inside, but the door didn’t open, there were no footsteps, or noise coming from the house. I swore as I wrapped my jacket tighter around me. I headed out into the rain and headed next door where I could hear a tv on faintly. I knocked on the door and it swung open by itself. I stepped inside, out of the rain. I took off my jacket it and hung it by the door, attempting to dry myself. A lady appeared with a towel and handed it to me. I dried myself off and handed the towel back to her thanking her. She told me to make myself at home, with a strange smile on her face. I headed down the corridor, heading for the noise of the tv. The first door opened into a small bedroom, scarcely furnished. The window wasn’t open but the curtains seemed to move gently by themselves. I closed the door and headed to the next one. The next door lead to a small dining room with wooden chairs and tables which looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time judging by the dust which covered the face of it. Turning the corner I came to another door. I turned the handle but the door wouldn’t budge. I turned to walk away when I felt something shift behind me. I turned to see an iron fly screen door was standing in its place and the original wooden door was slightly open. I thought I saw something pass in the door way and I stood there staring at it for a moment. I reached for the door when the lady hurled herself round the corner and screamed no. I instantly dropped my hand, and she grabbed my wrists. She told me I was to never ever, go into that room or open the door. I pulled my arms away and turned away to continue down the corridor. I finally came to the room where I could hear the tv, I pushed the door open and saw a large room furnished only with a black couch, a small tv, a game console and a table filled with leftover packets of chips and such. A boy was slouched on the black couch playing some shooter game on the screen. He motioned to the seat and told me to help myself to anything on the table. I scanned the food but didn’t feel hungry so I sat back. He asked me if I checked out the room yet, I shook my head and told him that the lady had stopped me before I got in. He looked at me for a second and described the lady who had let me in. I nodded, and he paused the game to stare at me. He then grinned at me and said “well, you’re fucked then” I didn’t understand so I got up to walk away when I heard the slam of a door. I turned and headed in that direction. The iron fly screen banged freely against the frame. As I got closer I noticed the wooden door was wide open. Standing in the door way I grabbed hold of the iron fly screen to stop it crashing against the frame, and stared into a small dark room with only a small window in the far distance. The curtains blew wildly from the wind and I could hear the rain falling outside. In the middle of a room I saw something blurry moving against the darkness. I watched it come closer and closer, becoming more defined with each passing second. Standing before me was a girl the same height as me. She seemed pale and her blonde hair had been cropped and sat just below her chin. She had icy blue eyes and she gave me a soul chilling smile. I turned and ran out of the house.
Outside the rain had stopped and everything seemed very still. I headed back to my grandparents’ house only to see the door was open. I walked through the house, which was eerily silent and still. All the rooms were dark and no one seemed to be anywhere. I could hear the faint noise of dripping coming from the bathroom. I had a dreaded feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew somehow, that everyone was gone and they wouldn’t be coming back. Walking outside a girl was standing on the porch. In her hand she was holding a cat-o-nine tail whip in her hand. Each piece of the whip was red in colour and reminded me of fire. I walked over to her and she told me we had to put “it” back into its prison and she knew she should have put the lady in there too. She walked down the steps of the balcony and threw me up a large stick which was white in colour. I grabbed it and headed down the stairs with her. We walked back into the house, it was dark and cold. I could feel fingertips running down my arms and back, making my hair stand on end. The girl told me to stand in the doorway, in case anything tried to get past her. I stood there, the door opened just enough for me to slip out and slam the door closed if it was needed. I heard a noise, a thud, and then saw the girl come running at me. Behind her I could see the pale girl; she lunged at the girl and disappeared inside her. Next thing I knew, pieces of red filled the room like someone had ripped up a thousand sheets of paper into tiny pieces and thrown them up in the air. I ran out the door, slamming it behind me. Heading back for the balcony I found a large puzzle board sitting on the floor. A guy was leaning over it; he kept telling me I had to block the ghost from entering. He pulled out some salt and laid it over the driveway between the two houses. Unfortunately this had no effect as the girl walked through it. We closed the door behind us and he kept muttering something about grave dirt, how we needed grave dirt. Confused he pulled out a map of the other house and pointed to the front car port. There, we need to get it there. I looked at the map, and saw the girl crossing the lawn. “How the fuck do you suppose we get there?” I said to him, and he pointed to the back. He handed me what looked like a long screwdriver and told me to go out the back, he’d take care of the rest. I snuck out the back and over the fence, looking at the map I saw the spot he meant and began picking up dirt off the ground and placing it in a small brown satchel which happened to appear by my side. I saw the boy from the room, he was pointing at something on the ground. I went over there and began putting the dirt from there, a strange mixture of brown, red and grey, into the bag as well. I found a skull and dropped it, and headed back for the house. When I got to the house, it was ice cold inside. The door was wide open and the guy was nowhere to be seen. The puzzle lay on the floor, all the pieces thrown across the room. I dumped the grave dirt onto the ground in front of the door, hoping it would keep the girl out. I could feel something behind me, turning I saw the outline of the guy who was helping me. He kept pointing at the puzzle and the dirt, confused I picked up the puzzle board and looked closely at it. The puzzle was more like the image of the events currently occurring. I could see a little me, kneeling looking at it, and the flickering image of the guy behind me. I could see puzzle pieces everywhere and the ghost girl moving around outside on the lawn. I began picking up the pieces and putting them back into place, with each bit, the girl seemed to slow down, however I wasn’t fast enough. I ran to the door and slammed it as she approached. I searched through the chairs but couldn’t find the piece. Suddenly the door began to shake. I could hear pounding on it, I kept looking. Nothing still. The door shook harder; I waited for it to burst from the frame. Then the girl passed through the door. The same chilling grin on her face, and in her palm, was the final puzzle piece. I remember looking into her ice blue hands and she plunged them into my chest. Then I woke up.
