Haunted Hill: Part One
In a city called Tonnosana, there's a house,
some say it's beautiful, others say it's haunted. No one knows the
truth, but the Wilson family will soon find out.
"Lance, come get this box."
"All right, Dad " said Lance. Lance puts his
hand out in front of him; his father drops it with relief.
"Whoo, this a big box, Dad. Where do you want
it?"
" In me and your mother's new room, son."
"All right, Dad."
Lance walked slowly up the steps with the box
and placed the box on the floor.
"Thump. Thump."
Lance heard a noise from the attic.
He slowly walked up the steps, hoping nothing
would happen. When he reached the
landing, he looked around. Nothing. Suddenly he felt a drip on his
head. He put his hand back in his hair and put his hand in front of his
face, it was water. He took a blink and it was blood. He pulled his hand
down and hidden behind its view was a dead body. It took him a minute to
take his eyes off of it; it was a very horrifying site.
He ran downstairs with fear and informed his
parents. When they returned to the attic, nothing. Was he hallucinating?
He didn't know, but he knew something was wrong with the house...
Haunted Hill: Part Two
The whole family was sitting at the table eating dinner. It was very
quiet until a little voice broke the silence.
"What did Lance see?" said his little sister
Brenda.
"We'd rather not discuss it," said Lance's
mother.
Lance lifted his head " I saw a dead body!
I wasn't lying!" hollered Lance.
"What? You did? Mom I'm scared," said Brenda
while playing in her greens
"Lance!" said his mother with anger.
"I told you about lies! If you'd seen it, it
would have been there when we went back up there. Now go to your room!"
Lance went to his room with anger and slammed
his door. He thought to himself,
"Was I hallucinating? Were they right? Or I am I just plain losing
it?"
He began to become frustrated and even more
angry. He lay back on his bed as he
thought the lights turned off. He ran up to the door and tried to open
it but it was locked. He turned around and there was a little girl standing
repeating the same thing over and over.
"I want my daddy, help me!" As she began to
say it more, he woke up. It was a dream, but Lance knew it had a meaning.
It was the next morning, and Lance's mother
and father were painting the kitchen. Lance woke up and walked into the
hallway and Brenda was standing there.
"I saw her too " said Brenda.
"You saw who, Brenda?" Lance said with a suspicious
look on his face.
"The girl wants her dad; the lady hurt her."
"What lady, Brenda?" Before she answered,
her mother called up.
"Lance, watch Brenda. We have to go to the
store to get more paint," said Lance's mother.
" Brenda, hold on. I'm going to get something
to drink." He walked down the steps and went into the kitchen. There was
plastic over everything.
"Oh great," said Lance with a huge sigh. As
he walked out, the sheet of plastic lifted over his head. He couldn't breathe.
He tried to take it off, but as he tried it got even more tight as he thought
like he was going to pass out.
Brenda walk in and cut the plastic off his
head with her scissors.
"Lance! Are you ok!? The mean lady did it,
didn't she?"
Lance took a deep breath as he tried to speak.
"I don't know. I don't know..."
Haunted Hill: Part Three
It was later on that night; Lance was literally
driving himself crazy. Lance couldn't live with the fact anymore, the fact
that this thing could attack him anytime. That's why the situation scared
him the most. He was looking for clues that day, a hint, something to explain
the thing that was going on.
Lance was very bored and tired, so bored that
when he was walking down the steps he was slouching so much that when he
walked down the steps it looked like his legs were unattached from his
body. He walked slowly and stopped at the doorframe and paused.
" Dad? " said Lance squinting his face.
"Yah, son?"
"Who were the former owners of this house?"
said Lance putting his hands
behind his back.
"Well son, only one family lived here and it
was in the mid 50's and there nieces and nephews lived here after that.
They're old now, why son?"
" Um. Report. Of a house, family tree, very
interesting dad, try it some day." Lance walked out the room making a face
of relief. He went to the attic and looked for more clues, nothing but
old shoeboxes that the former owners had left here. He kicked the shoeboxes
over looking in them with hope, hope that's he'd find an answer.
As he kicked the shoeboxes some more he found
himself tripping.
"Boom!" he laid on the floor with anger. He
stood up and looked at what he had tripped on. It was a photo album.
Hopefully this would get him somewhere.
He looked in the book carefully and the pictures
was of a little girl and her father.
"Now isn't that a Kodak moment?" Lance said
in sarcasm.
As he looked through the book some more, he
noticed that the last couple pictures
was of a girl, her father, and another woman. He went down the
hall to his sister's room.
"Hey Brenda, you got a sec?" She looked at
him then stood on her feet.
"Yah, Lance?" Lance pulled the picture frame
from behind his back.
"Is this the girl, Brenda?" he pointed to the
little girl.
"Yes! It is. How-" as she began to speak more,
the lights went out. Something dragged Brenda to the bathroom. It locked
the door, he heard water turned on he heard Brenda struggling and her voice
being trapped by the flow of the water. Lance
bust open the door, her face was put into the bathtub he lifted her
up and talked to her in a panic himself.
"You ok?" she nodded her head and shivered.
Their mom and dad came running up the steps
in a panic. " Oh my god! Are you
guys ok? We were in the cellar fixing the fuse and we heard screaming."
"Brenda fell in the tub, she's ok; she's ok."
Haunted Hill: Part Four
It was morning Lance was just waking up. And
over him was his little sister Brenda.
"Hey, I have a dentist appointment. You should
really come with us," she took a breath and looked down. "Something might
happen."
"Brenda, I'm ok. Nothing will happen trust
me," he said while rubbing his eyes.
"But-"
"But nothing. I would hurry before you're late;
you know how Dr.Jones is," said
Lance in a taking-charge voice.
"Ok Lance, be safe!" Brenda turned around and
went downstairs and slammed the door. Even that gave Lance a chill.
As he lifted his feet off the bed to stand
up he heard a noise, it seemed to be coming from downstairs. He went to
the top of the steps and put his head down, but not far enough for him
to get a view of anything.
He went downstairs slowly and took deep breaths
as he reached the hallway he
heard the same noise in the kitchen he walked slowly to the kitchen
as if it would change what would be standing in that room or who. He went
there... and nothing.
Someone was playing games with him.
He heard the same exact noise in the basement.
He walked down the steps.
"This is the last time I'm going to be home
alone in this house," he muttered. When he reached the landing, there was
nothing to be seen nor heard. When he reached his room there was a book
on his pillow it obviously hadn't been there before. As he got closer who
identified that it was a diary, but whose? He looked at it closer, it was
dusty, old. He could tell that it was an old book, because of its yellow
pages, and loose pages. He looked in the first page carefully and it said,
Diary
of Rachel Bradchind
He thought for a second, then he pulled out
the picture frame from under the bed. Hepulled a picture out the frame
and looked on the back of it. It said
Fred Bradchind
and Rachel Bradchind.
It was her diary that he had discovered.
He was confused. First it hurt him and
his sister, and now it's giving him clues. He was very confused.
He looked through the book. It talked about the grandmother, how
mean she was and evil.
As he looked in the book for more hints, he
noticed an old woman in the background. He guessed she was the grandmother.
He looked in the diary some more. He reached the end. The other pages looked
like they were pulled out. He could tell they didn't fall out. The
book stopped at January 3, 1954. According to the back of the pictures
in the picture frame, that was the day before the new woman first came.
"Did she write something about the lady someone
didn't want me to know?"
He'd soon find out. He looked at the back of
the picture and said to himself,
"Fred Bradchind, I'm going to be paying you
a visit today." Lance looked in the white pages and looked him up and saw
the address, 456 Chamber Street, where he'd be going...
Haunted Hill: Part Five
Lance was looking at a map to see where he'd
be going. He was going to catch the bus there and he hoped it'd go well.
He waited at the bus stop and finally it came. When he got on the bus,
he thought every look he was getting was threatening, but who could blame
him? He was dealing with ghosts for geese' sake.
When he reached the house he took a very deep
breath, he knocked on the door. Lance took a deep breath before he knocked.
Then he looked at the door for a second, then knocked. An old man
answered the door.
" Yes?" the old man said.
"Are you Mr. Bradchind?" Lance said, with a
low shy voice.
"Well yes, what would you like young man?"
" Well... I'm Lance Wilson. I live in the house
you use to live in with your daughter. I may know who killed her."
The old man looked away and then looked at
the boy as if he was confused. The old man tried to slam the door
but Lance put his foot in front of the door so he couldn't.
"No, I won't go. I know who killed your daughter,
it was your mother. She killed her; she had to." Lance said as if he knew
the man for all his life
"No! She didn't, my mother would never! Besides,
my mother died a year before my daughter, in August of 1956. Now I have
to be going to church."
The old man paused for a second and said,
" Go back wherever you came from;
you're just asking for trouble." As he thought he was going
to step out, he went backward a step or two and said,
" Helen! Come on you're going to make us late."
"Helen?" he thought. When she stepped out,
he could see that it was the woman from the picture. They both stepped
out the door. The woman looked at him with suspicion but never said a thing.
"Go home child, go home," the old man groaned.
He stepped in his car and pulled off. Lance was lost. He didn't understand.
As he was about to leave he noticed the window was opened.
He looked around to see if anyone was around
and there wasn't. He quickly climbed threw the window and looked for answers.
He went upstairs and looked
through the man's gore. And there it was, the missing pages to the
little girl's diary. This confused him even more. He read the pages and
it talked about how her fathers new girlfriend threatened her, she dragged
her in the bathroom and pulled her head under the bath water, pulled plastic
bags over her face just to act like she's going to kill her to scare the
girl, but he didn't understand. These were the same things that happened
to his sister.
He raced downstairs toward the door and it
opened. It was the old man.
"I had a bad feeling about leaving you near
my home...get!" the old man complained.
"Don't play games Mr.Bradchind, your daughter's
dead and your wife Helen did it! First she scared her, then she actually
did it. To get her out of the picture to have you!" Lance shouted.
"I know! I know." The old man began to cry.
"I knew she did it, and I had fault in it to. I took my daughter's life
as well as Helen did. My life was so complicated with her in it!
Her mother left me and it was too big of a responsibility! And me and Helen
had it all planned. Rachel just wasn't in it..." the old man cried and
cried, but that still didn't escape the fact that he was a heartless man.
He waited as Lance called the police. They
had enough evidence to put them away. For a long time.
As they were putting them in the car the old
man said,
"I had a life planned out, son, and I still
don't regret it." The man had a heart of darkness, yet another side for
Helen. And that's what hurt the most to Rachel.
As Lance turned around he saw the little girl
standing there.
"Thank you for making my life complete," she
said with happiness.
"You're welcome, but a question: Why did you
do the things to us that she did to you?" he said with anger and confusion.
"Mental flashbacks that can't be controlled;
a re-enactment formed from the past. It happens sometimes when spirits
are present. I'm sorry if you got hurt."
"Interesting, it's ok though, go on you have
a life, or shall I say 'after-life' to live," he said with a huge smile.
She giggled as she looked into his eyes and said,
"You are truly amazing, Lance Wilson.
I have to be going. Goodbye, and say farewell to Brenda for me."
" Sure do, bye!" The spirit vanished. And Lance was
happy to know it was over. And he learned that some things that may be
bad might have a great turn out. For everyone.
The End
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