‘Have you ever just dreamt the weirdest things to find out they aren’t real when they could be completely plausible?’ I lie still awake in my light blue canopy bed I still couldn't believe that my aunt and uncle left this to me they were taking a massive risk, when I was younger I broke everything but since I’m older I guess they thought I could be more responsible. We were never that close to begin with so I was confused when the will said I would get this place, it was a small house made from green and white bricks and wood. I won't lie this place frighted me a lot it was so old I thought it would collapse and turn to dust. I turned my head to the old grandfather clock made from spruce wood it was 2:30am and supposedly an antique, a family heirloom which again rose up the question in my mind ‘why did I, of all people get, this?’ I turned my head to the opposite side to see another old antique, an old chair from the vala victorian era it was painted white to match the wardrobe next to it but my sights lay on the paintings and other decor they were the main things that kept me up. One had a young girl in it standing with a staff like object in her left hand it had a blue orb on top surrounded by what seemed like golden thread she wore an elegant gown made from red silver black and gold silk her dull orange hair was twisted into a tight bun with black and red ribbons woven through. I believe the picture was there due to old urban legend about this house being owned by a witch once, and her spirit still remains here and to please her, my aunt and uncle placed a painting of what she looked like in the room. I always felt uncomfortable, uneasy and nauseous around that painting.
I jumped as a large willow tree scratched at the window next to me, I saw a bolt of lighting emerge from the sky and heard the clap of thunder that followed I flung the covers over my head and shivered.
I felt a gentle patting and stroking sensation on my head not thinking it through that someone was maybe in the house but the calming effect of the patting and stroking made me gently dose off. I woke up a little later confused and still tired I turned my head sharply towards the grandfather clock as it chimed, it was 3:00am.
I began to feel nauseous once again and I desperately hoped that the old legends about the spirit world and the human world connecting at that time were not true I greatly disliked unexplainable things.
I began to smell a musky damp odor and got out of bed slipping my feet into my warm fuzzy yellow slippers and got ready to investigate, but as I did a slight creak sent a shiver down my spine only the ground floor was creaking and I was on the second floor. My blood turned to ice as I remembered the calming stroking sensation, my vision blurred and my words got caught in my throat.
Then I heard it the hoarse many whispers of words ‘who may you be’ ‘what are you’ ‘I used to be like you’ and more creepy words.
I walked slowly towards the stairway careful to not make a sound I grabbed a flashlight from the old worn out birch cupboard it was filed with cobwebs and spiders but the only thing on my mind was getting that torch, when I had it I gently picked it up and flicked the spiders off my hand and arm, I switched the torch on and went as quietly as possible down the old concrete stairs, I almost slipped down quite a few times but halfway down I saw her, the supposed witch from the painting in my room I was afraid to blink not knowing what would happen if I did.
Next to her was a family portrait that was painted when I was eight I was holding a small calico kitten, I remembered her, she was my precious kitten then I had just gotten her and I remember refusing to be in the portrait if she wasn’t either. I wish I still had her but she came from the wild and wasn’t exactly accustomed to being in human care so one day when I got home she wasn’t there anymore I remember wanting to get rid of everything I would have to remember her by but I just couldn't get rid of the painting, it was too special to me it marked the first day I got her. I found her under the shed cowering I managed to get her out but her tail looked like she had been in a fight and lost the end was chewed and scratched and little hair was left on her, remembering these things about her brung tears to my eyes it was then that I noticed I had blinked multiple times to try get the tears out of my eyes, the supposed witch was gone and I was again left to wander the house to look for anything.
A flash of thunder struck the sky giving the trees shadows I looked to the white wall and saw a very clear shadow of a hand reaching out to touch me I spun around and breathed heavily ‘must of just been a tree’ I thought calmly to myself, all the movies I have been watching must have got to my head. Terror and fright dashed through my head with every corner ‘this place is like a maze’ I thought. I made my way to the kitchen where I was met face to face with the supposed witch she ushered me to sit down I sat down with her and kept my eyes locked.
I could only feel fear, it felt like she was taking my soul, although she looks friendly is was almost as if she had an evil aura and could kill me in a heartbeat.
My eyes suddenly felt heavy I couldn't fall asleep not now, all I need is to know her name then I might be able to fix the curse on this eerie house.
“Are you sleepy yet?” the witch said before I passed out.
I woke up in the canopy bed it was morning but the sky was still dark and gloomy I pushed the blankets off of me and remembered what happened last night ‘was that reality?’
I asked myself but I quickly pushed that theory out of my head as that could never happen, I was brought up to not believe in supernatural entities such as ghosts and witches. I sat in the soft and beautiful vala victorian era chair before I quickly made a dash downstairs as my heart began to race my palms got sweaty and my face a bright red, there was a clatter of silverware and china as I neared the kitchen I looked in horror as most of the plates, bowls and tea cups lay smashed on the ground my heart stopped these were all antiques that have been passed down for generations, I began sweeping them up with an old broom and dustpan I found in one of the kitchen cupboards. She appeared again smirking at me I glared at her throwing the broom at her which went right through her, I stared in horror ‘was she really a ghost, a spirit, a lost soul in this house?’
I immediately began to think about all the ways my aunt and uncle could've died, ‘did this ghost kill them?’
‘are there more ghosts in my home?’
it was at this moment my mind was completely ignoring spirit in front of me, then a sudden buzzing sound filled my ears and I held them tight trying desperately to keep the noise out, it felt like my mind was spiraling ever so fast to insanity with every millisecond I was hearing the noise.
“ah good seems I got your attention finally!” the spirit spoke in a hoarse whisper, I only glared at her
“I see you’re not a very big fan of me are you?” the spirit said.
“nothing not even a “what is your name?” the spirit said smirking.
“Fine, what IS, YOUR name?” I asked.
“tsk tsk you really think I would tell YOU ha don't make me laugh” the spirit laughed.
I picked up the dustpan and got prepared to throw it at her but as I stepped forward to get better footing she disappeared, I stepped back and she reappeared.
“Oh um now this may seem suspicious but I assure you it is not” Said the spirit.
“you’re not real” I say confidently.
“and you really believe that?” The spirit replied.
“Y..yes” I say again questioning it.
she disappeared again I stepped right left forward back, nothing, maybe she was just tricking me.
I needed to find out more about this house, after all I was sure this myth was just that and nothing more than that, it had come to about 1:00 am and I was exhausted so I made my way slowly up the stairs to my bedroom to sleep but when I got there my bed was perfectly tidy when I was sure I left it in a blanket and pillow mess, I was too tired to pay much attention so I simply covered myself in the blankets and fell fast asleep, when I woke up my bed was in a mess once again the painting of the supposed witch was gone and my bed sheets had changed from a light blue to a pretty pastel pink, I was no longer in a canopy bed, I was in a white modern styled bunk bed, I rubbed my eyes, I flung open the curtains expecting light, but all I saw was a starry sky with the moon still raised high, I turned to my alarm clock to see it was only 12:01am, I shut the curtains and wandered back to my bed, I stared at my pikachu plushie for a while spacing out to question the dream I had before I remembered that my aunt and uncle were not dead nor did they live in a green and white house, nor did they collect antiques, I didn’t bother with the dream and simply ignored it, it was just a dream after all.
notes: now it may seem like there is no rick or challenges in this but you must look deeper and see the fact the character in this is scared of the painting, the legends and the mythology behind her new house she inherited from her grandparents and she must get over her fears in order to save the house, no its not exactly 'realistic' I know.
