by Rachel
I walked through until I came to a room where there was a really old woman sat by a large round table. This was all a little too typical, something you would see in a horror movie, what was next? A demon was going to jump out of the fire?
“Uhhh hi, I’m….” but she cut me off.
“Robyn, Yes I know, please take a seat….” She told me in her old croaky voice.
Obviously that didn’t prove anything, I mean I had called her to see if she was free so obviously she knew it was me. As I looked at her I realised that this woman was blind. Her eyes were white with no colour but her eye balls seemed to look up at the ceiling as they couldn’t fix themselves on a particular object; she had grey frizzy air and give or take she was well into her nineties.
She wore what could only be described as a very old and tatty lace nighty from something out of interview with a vampire. In my head I was honestly thinking ‘what the fuck.’
“Don’t be scared my dear, I will not harm you, however I know you’re afraid they will….” Her voice was so croaky and creepy.
I hadn’t said anything at this point and I still hadn’t sat down, I was observing my surroundings so I could leg it the fuck out of there should I need to.
“They?” I repeated.
“They my dear, spirits from the other side, you have the ability to see them don’t you, here, give me your hand….”
She extended her wrinkly arm across the table waiting for me to place my hands in hers, but her hands were grey and to be honest I was like ‘oh hell no I don’t want to touch them’ but then again what choice did I have?
I needed answers and she had already said all this stuff without me even opening my mouth. I was hesitant at first but then I did eventually place my hands in hers. I didn’t say anything; she just went off my touch, as if she could see all these things around me and in my mind.
“Oh wow, you do have a powerful gift, they have been coming to you your whole life, they were there the day you were born, Ohhhh, they seek you out, they know who you are but something more sinister is coming” she looked worried.
“Is that bad?” fear could be heard in my voice.
“You are stronger than he who comes for you, he craves life, something inside of you is very special and he needs that from you…..” she went on.
“But not all of them are mean….” I told her.
“No my dear, some of them wander the earth because they don’t want to move on just yet, some of them are harmless, but there is one that is taken the dead and keeping them, the more souls he gains the more power he has in the spirit world, he wants to be in our world where he can live again, but you, you’re the key to this, only you can prevent this by setting them free and only you can stop him, wait…. I see a child, a boy, he will be beautiful but you must protect him, this boy, he needs the boy, only you can give him that….” She started shaking.
“What boy?” I asked her confused.
“Your son” she replied.
I was shocked, one I was eighteen and at this point kids were not on my mind and two there she was telling me that a horrible ghost was going to come for me because I was some sort of key he needed to cross over into our world and that I would need to protect a child I didn’t even have, this was fucked up.
“My dear, remember you are strong, you can beat him, you have the power within you, he is nothing but darkness and evil, don’t let him drag you into his world, your gift is a powerful thing, it will help you my dear….” And with that she took her hand away.
The building started shaking, ornaments and objects went flying off the mantelpiece and the candle light started flickering. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like it was going to leap out of my chest at this point but before I could ask the old woman what was going on she had disappeared.
I wasn’t going to stay in this creepy house any longer and I ran out of that house into the street. I looked back trying to catch my breath and bring my heart back to a normal speed but to my own shock the house was all boarded up as if no fucker lived there. Well that couldn’t be right as I had just been in there.
I gripped a passer-by “Excuse me but this house, I was just in there, who lives there?” I pointed.
“That’s impossible, no-one lives there, no-one has lived there for years since the old lady died….” He answered me looking at me like I was some sort of idiot.
“Old lady?” now I was panicking inside.
“Yeah, an old lady used to tell fortunes in that house but she died a while ago and since then the house was boarded up to stop squatters going in there until its sold, not that they will the tale states that the house is haunted” he smiled sarcastically at me.
Yeah cheers mate, I felt like a right dick, I had just told some random person I had been in the house but yet there was no fucker there. So who was I speaking to on the phone? And who was I in there with?
The man went to walk away “WAIT!” I shouted after him, “can you tell me her name, you know, the woman that lived there?”
“Yeah sure, she was listed as psychic Madame Richmond but her real name was Agnes Millar,” he gave a polite goodbye nod and walked away.
I had sought her out, I found her number in the yellow pages and I had rung and spoke to her and now I was being told she was dead. So why did the phone ring and why did someone answer?
As I looked up at the house I pulled out the piece of paper from my back pocket where I had written down the address and the torn out piece of yellow pages with her number on it. Before my eyes I swear the whole page changed and her number seemed to have disappeared and left only words ‘believe in yourself.’
I felt the same gust of wind again and leaves swirl around my feet. I realised she just wanted to help me, I was grateful and scared all at the same time. I returned back to Jay’s house as I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in a few days and from the amount of texts I had received from him I could see he was worrying about me.
His mum had gone out for the evening and we had the place to ourselves, it was nice as we could catch up and talk about what the psychic had said. I didn’t give him the whole truth, I just told him that she said I had a gift and that I needed to believe in myself to help set them free.
“Robyn I love you…..” he told me as he leaned over me to kiss me.
“I know you do” I replied as I kissed him back.
His kisses were deep and passionate; I could feel his emotions through his kiss, so powerful and so connected with me.
He started moving his hand up my body until he was slightly gripping my breast and rubbing it. I moaned as he kissed me, he always said he loved it when he could hear the moaning vibrations on his lips.
He moved his hand gently caressing and teasing my nipples as they hardened under my top. I moved my hands up and down his back slightly. I could feel his kisses become more intense and his erection pushing against me.
Slowly he slid my jeans and panties off as he slid his off and threw them on the floor beside the bed. When he entered me I felt a rush of pleasure shoot through my body. It felt amazing, so pleasurable.
He moved his hips slowly as his hard erection went in and out of my vagina, he could feel me dripping all over him and it was intense. I moaned and he groaned as our bodies rubbed against each-other intimately and I could feel his heartbeat on my chest beat harder as he was close to climaxing.
As he drew closer he pushed inside me a little faster, he was breathless and I was biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud. As he reached orgasm I came with him, it was sensual and loving. We laid there in bed afterwards having a chat, cuddled up in each-other’s arms before we couldn’t stay awake any longer and fell asleep. I felt that night that our troubles in our relationship had been forgotten.
That night, whilst I was sleeping peacefully, I heard a noise, like rustling which disturbed me and woke me up, I rolled over and noticed Jay was not in bed with me but the bedroom door was open and so was the window.
The rustling was
the net curtain brushing against the window sill as the wind blew in. I felt cold, too cold for it just to be the wind coming from the open window. I quickly chucked on some of Jay’s jogging bottoms and my top and made my way downstairs. The temperature had plummeted even more by the time I got downstairs.
“Jay….” I called out quietly but nothing.
I heard a bang coming from the kitchen, none of the lights worked so I was walking through the house in darkness, bloody typical, why couldn’t the bloody lights work!
As I reached the kitchen I remember the back door was open and the blowing wind was making it bang against the counter. I put a jacket over me, slipped on my UGG boots and went out into the back garden.
The wind was strong now and the temperature was below freezing. Leaves and debris from the garden were flying bloody everywhere as if a storm was taking place. How this didn’t wake the neighbours I do not know but no-one came out to help, no-one looked out of their window when they heard me call out for Jay who was standing butt naked at the bottom of the garden.
“JAY!” I screamed worried.
As I approached him he turned to face me, his face was evil and eerie, like it had been transformed somehow, his eyes were red and his teeth seemed pointy. Was he possessed?
“Jay….” My voice was trembling with fear.
“I claim this boy now, haha, this soul is mine, and you ghost hunter you can’t stop me” Jay spoke but it wasn’t him, it was something else.
“I’m no ghost hunter, please let him go….” I begged this thing inside him.
“This being believed he could help you defeat me but he was wrong, now I will keep him, you think you can challenge me? You have NOTHING!” he shouted with such force.
It was so strong that I flew to the other end of the garden. I looked up to see Jay levitate into the air, still looking at me with that face, that face that would haunt me, this thing inside him, it broke him in two and let his lifeless body fall to the ground.
“JAY!” I shrieked as I ran down the garden.
Only then did someone hear me and neighbours looked out of their windows to see me running down the garden at someone lying on the grass amongst the nasty weather swirling outside and a fallen tree on the grass.
They came over quickly and found me in sobs of tears as I held him in my arms. Blood poured from his mouth as a tree from the garden was lying over him. People called for help but it was too late.
Jay looked me in the eye “Don’t let him beat you, I….I love you” and with his last breath he died.
How could this have happened? I had done nothing to make this ghost angry, yes I sought help but that was it, Jay had done nothing and now he was gone, but I remembered what that thing said, he said that Jay tried to help me defeat him or it, but how did he do that?
He wasn’t with me when I went for help. I needed to know what he had done but in the meantime police and ambulance crew had turned up at Jay’s house.
CHAPTER 8
It’s weird when I look back on that night, I can remember each and every little detail as if it only happened yesterday.
I was sat with Jay’s mum in the living room; I remember everyone around me moving like a hundred miles per hour, his mum was in tears as they carted the body through the house out to the coroners van.
The police man sat in-front of me, I guess he wanted answers, when a guy dies in the garden of his house and he is butt-naked, of course they are going to come looking for answers.
“Excuse me miss, I’m detective Jones from homicide, I’d like to ask you a few questions if you’re ok with that” he seemed very sympathetic.
Jay’s mum shook her head as she continued to cry holding my hand really, really tight.
“It’s ok I’ll help you, look, officer, detective person, he went out into the garden and tree fell on him, can’t you see that” I blurted out trying to contain my hurt and anger.
“Yes ma’am I can see that however we have to cover all bases” he told me.
“I understand that, but you’re from homicide correct?” I seemed to be avid.
“Yes ma’am that is correct but….” He tried to explain.
I didn’t let him finish, I cut him off, “Well I know what that means officer and this isn’t suspicious, he was killed by a bloody tree and if you can’t see that then well, you’re not very good are you….” I was a little rude.
“I understand this is a difficult time for you, if you could just answer some questions I will leave you be….” He was very professional.
“Fine” I snapped.
“Can you tell me what happened?” he asked with his notepad ready.
Oh great, in my mind I was thinking ‘well Mr Officer I see ghosts he did something to piss one of them off so the big nasty ghost man came and fucking killed him’ but of course I couldn’t say that.
So I rolled my eyes and I told partial truth “We were relaxing for the evening, I had been out all day and I came here and Mrs Klein was out, we watched some telly, we uhhh, we had sex and then we fell asleep, I woke up and noticed he was gone, I heard banging downstairs so I went down and saw the back door open, I went outside and saw him standing there, I called him but then lightning hit the tree and it fell on top of him before I could get there….” My heart was pounding with nerves.
“Was he awake?” the policeman asked.
“I don’t think so, he didn’t hear me when I called him” I replied trying to hide my nervousness.
“Has he slept walked before?” he looked directly into my eyes.
What the fuck was with the questions, just go away I thought “No not that I know of but I’m usually asleep, I only woke because the window was open and I was cold and I heard the banging.”
The detective jotted everything I was saying down, he knew he had nothing to go on, Jay was lying under a tree, leaves and debris all over the garden from the strong winds and the neighbours verified hearing me scream out his name and then run down the garden.
He gave his condolences and said goodbye, everyone started to clear out and as it was a home death there would still be an autopsy before we could bury him.
I went upstairs back into Jay’s room and looked around for something as to what he was doing that made this ghost come after him. I looked everywhere and to be honest I didn’t have the slightest clue what I was looking for.
I pulled everything out until something in the bottom of the wardrobe caught my eye, a brown wooden box with a symbol on the front. Now I had seen everything in Jay’s room but I had never seen this before so obviously I was going to open it.
Inside was a coin and what appeared to be instructions, so I looked and it said it was the coin that could help you speak to the dead, heads was yes and tails was no, you ask questions and flip the coin and it would give you answers.
Well this seemed fucking stupid if I’m being honest. I had heard of Ouija boards doing this kind of thing but a coin? I mean really? So being me I decided to give it a go and followed the instructions.
“Is there anyone in the room with me” I asked and then flipped the coin.
It landed on heads, could have been coincidence, so I tried again, why I don’t know, I could bloody see ghosts or at least feel when they were around.
“Is there someone here” I asked again and flipped the coin.
It again landed on heads but I felt no coldness and no temperature drop. I was getting sick of playing this stupid game, yes I had only flipped it twice but what was point.
I stood up and became demanding “Look if you are bloody here then I know for a fact you can hear me and I don’t need this stupid coin so whoever you are come out and face me.”
As I said that the temperature certainly plummeted quicker than I could blink. Something was here with me, as I turned, to my surprise, it was a little girl and she looked beautiful. Although she was of the grey/blue ghost colour you could see her long flowing curly hair and her stunning features but she wasn’t happy, she had one arm
missing and a wound on her neck. This poor little girl had suffered something horrific.
“Who are you” I asked quietly as to not scare her away.
“He tried to help you but it was too late, don’t come to the darkness….” Her voice seemed faded and scared.
“Who tried to find me?” I asked her still being slightly cautious.
“The man, he was here, he called out to us, I tried to make him stop because he could hear him and he tried to help you….” She babbled on, she seemed so upset.
“Ok, who tried to help me and who heard who?” this girl was confusing me.
“Him….” She pointed at a picture of Jay and I “he tried to find you but the evil man took him away, don’t come into the darkness” and then she looked terrified and disappeared.
The temperature went back to normal and my heartbeat slowed to a reasonable rate. So I gathered from all that that Jay went outside trying to help me in some sort of dream sleep, he must have been following something in his dream but this thing, this monster found him after he had been speaking to the dead girl.
“Who you talking to sweetie?” a quiet voice behind me questioned.
I turned and Jay’s mum was by the door “Uhhh no-one just myself wishing he was here with us.”
That night I stayed at Jay’s for the last time helping his mum organise things ready to call in the morning, sort through Jay’s clothes for the funeral and inform all the friends and family. She didn’t want to wait and drag it out, she felt the quicker she told everyone then she could grieve better. Inside I was heartbroken but what could I do? I couldn’t bring him back could I, no matter how much I wanted to.
The day of the funeral arrived, it had been two weeks but they didn’t find anything in the autopsy and the death was marked as an accident, everything was set and ready to go. Family and friends were all arriving at Jay’s house to comfort both me and his mum and before we knew it we were heading off to the church.
It felt slow, like the cars barely moved, maybe it was because in the past few weeks I had shut everything and everyone out, it was as if time had stopped lately. Arriving at the church everyone was crying as they carried the coffin inside but all I could see were bloody ghosts, churches and graveyards were a pain in the ass because they popped out of their graves as if to say hello and have a cup of tea and a chit chat.
