Haunted House

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Sam awoke as the light began to edge through the windows. Dawn was just breaking, but they were reluctant to move until it was truly light.

Johna stroked Sam’s hair and murmured to her reassuringly;

“I love you sis, and when we get out of here i am going to take you with me to live, so you can get away from Dad, and we can spend more time together..”

She wanted to tell him daddy was ok and would take care of her… but..was it true? Sam’s feelings about him were becoming more and more confusing… besides, it would be fun to live with her brother, at least for a while.

Johna hesitated as he spoke confidentially;
“to tell you the truth i fucked up in the bureu, and they put me on inactive leave for at least a year, and so i still get paid, but i just have to stay off cases for a year.”

“Ohh..no.. why?… Can they do that?” Sam turned and grasped her brother’s hand.
“You’re still getting paid..?… and after a year ..then what?” she asked in concern.

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

johna:well they will let me back and working, adn than everything will be back to normal, you will be happy with me, Dad is turnign a little to werid. the sun is comming up soon and we will be out of here and this house will be burned down and blessed adn all these acursed spirts will be set free adn go on there mary way.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Sam sighed and sat up looking at the glorious streaks of red and gold announcing the dawn.

She stood at stretched. This was ridiculous. The fears of the night now seemed... so stupid... in the growing light of day.
Maybe she had just been hysterical, clumsy even.

She leaned over to stroke her back and down to squeeze her foot. Both felt fine. Had she imagined the glass.... the scolding water..... ?? Was she letting her imagination run riot?

...and the roaches... a nightmare surely....but.. it had all seemed so real... and now Johna with his talk of the house being possessed and daddy wanting to protect her... what did it all mean...???

She moved round the room and opened the door. She felt stiff and achey, but surely if she had fallen down the stairs she would be feeling much worse than this.

She looked at Johna... remembering his half heard words as he had told her over and over her father was weird...and.. yes.. god... he had threatened to shoot her daddy...!

True she felt ...awkward with her dad now... but Johna had turned into ... an angry young man.. shooting off his guns all over the place... and.. if there were something... supernatural here... what good would guns do?

She smiled at Johna and bent to pick up her discarded teddybear.

"I..need to get out of this room Johna... to... be alone for a awhile... just... give me a few minutes.... I feel.... "
She smiled apologetically to him, hoping he would understand and let her get her head straight.
"I'll be back in a few minutes...."

She turned, opened the door quietly and slipped out into the hall, closing the door before he could follow. She padded down the hall, pausing to look into the living room where she had fallen asleep that evening. It seemed so long ago now.

She moved on and slipped into the room she assumed had been....what..?... a study... a garden room?... she pulled back the curtains allowing the sun to filter in through the floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the back garden. She leaned forward pressing her cheek to the cool glass.

"What was she to do? Who to trust? What on earth was going on here?"

Once again, the house was totally silent.

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*watches her run out the room and sighs, she does not know what dad is capable of, if he touches her he will kill him with his 22 shotgun*

Johnak sis, ill let you go, but come back soon

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Cheek pressed to the cold glass, Samantha breathed out her warm breath fogging then becoming transparent once more as she drew her fingers through the damp layer she had made.

She closed her eyes.. muttering a whispered prayer..

"Please.. God... make this all right..please.... let this all be over.."

 

[BadForm]

The Estate Agent

"Hello."

The soft, female voice came suddenly behind her. Samantha turned in surprise to see another woman standing there. The woman looked in her mid 30s, was dressed in a crisp blue suit with matching blouse and bow tied at her neck. She was tall and elegent, her beauty matched by her obvious businesslike efficiency. A name tag over her left breast marked her as "Sandy Thomas, Union Realtors." She smiled softly at Samantha. Only her eyes, wide in terror, belied her otherwise calm and beautiful exterior.

"Hello. My name is Sandy. Welcome to the house."

She extended a perfectly manicured hand for Samantha to shake.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha stared.

Where had the woman come from? She looked at the extended hand. Heard the softly spoken words.

"Hello Sandy," Samantha whispered, somehow holding back from putting her hand in the woman's.

Sandy was businesslike and softly spoken. "Welcome to the house," she had said.

Nervously Sam raised her hand reaching out to meet the woman's.

"I'm Samantha..." Sam spoke softly as she grasped the woman's still extended hand....

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Harold stirred the bright sunlight from the window warmed him and he stretched, opening his eyes .

He closed them immediately. No this couldn't be, he had thought, this was all a bad dream and that he would be back in his hotel room safe and secure. But no, he wasn't and the events that had taken place in the last few hours had indeed been real.

Some of what that had happened had been wonderfull being with his daughter again, renewing the feelings of love that he had for her, looking forward to being with her again these all made him feel very good.

But something was very wrong with this place, with some of the strange things that had been happening to him and her.

And now his son is here and Harold shivered knowing that he has to prepare himself for the hardest and possibly most volitile situation he has ever had to face.

His son, Johna In the back of his mind he never wanted to see him again, They had been enemies from the very begining, it seemed even when Johna was a child he reared up against him, taking his mothers side in their constant battles trying to separate him and Sam. interfering with every thing that he did. He couldn't understand Johnas obvoius hatred for him.

Maybe he was the devil reincarnated to punish him for loving his daughter Sam the way he did.

Harold shuddered again remembering the last time he had talked to him, How Johna had walked out the door, shouting over his shoulder.

"Watch your back you old lecherous old man When I come back it will be to kill you!"

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*thinks about how much he hates his father and how many guns he has brought with him, and how much or a coward he is. But he thinks he is his father and he should show him some respect, FUCK THAT, he does not treat his sister right. He hears the other voice and he cocks his guns and walks out slowly and stealthy seeing who is here and how they got here*

 

[BadForm]

The Estate Agent

The estate agent took Samanthas hand and shook it. Her hand was cool, but by no means ghostly. It seemed the only real thing Samantha had felt since entering the house. Even so, the smile did not match her eyes at all.

"Samantha... yes you are... Well, good morning, Samantha. I just wanted to make sure you saw the house at it's best before you bought it. Would you like a tour?"



OOC: Apologies for delays, am in the middle of finals week at college.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha almost gasped with relief as she felt the woman's cool hand in hers. Sandy seemed real, though where she came from... she smiled at Samantha and Sam smiled back, wanting to much to grasp onto any sign of normality in the house which was now beginning to look more like the haven she had first thought it as the sun rose higher outside.


"Samantha... yes you are... Well, good morning, Samantha. I just wanted to make sure you saw the house at it's best before you bought it. Would you like a tour?"

A tour.. bought it... but the house had been bought and..surely she had seen all that was to be seen?...but somehow wanting to hold on to the only female company she had had since entering this house, Sam quelled her questions and let her curiosity get the better of her.

"A tour..yes.. that would be nice."

 

[BadForm]

The Estate Agent

The Estate agent began by explaining the benefits of the kitchen. It lacked some of the gadgets of the modern home, but had an elegance not seen since the Victorian days. And the halls, lined with paintings of the builder of the house and his family, down to his grandchildren. She took her next to the library, seemingly unaware of how dusty the place was. The books here were a veritable treasure of history and information on the house, its surroundings and many other subjects, she said. She laid her hand on one door in the hallway as if to open it, but slowly took her hand away.

She turned her gaze back on Samantha and said slowly, "The cellars beyond are old and dusty... I-I wouldn't go into them... No... Not the cellars... There's nothing in there..."

 

[afternooner]

Harold

Harold shivered again knowing he was sooner or later going to have to face Johna and that it would be better in broad daylight, than at night.
Surly he hadn't meant what he said about killing him, he couldn't have possibly gotten that warped in the FBI, yet still he had been a strange child, his fascination with firearms and his predisposition to violence.

What about Sam he thought. Was she down there with him now, would he get violent with her if she went against his wishes. Harold shot up in bed thinking about the possibliities.

"No! he cried out loud I can't leave those two alone together"

He jumped out of bed and threw on his robe and ran to the stairs.

To his relief, he saw Sam talking to a young lady at the bottom of the stairs. Johna was nowhere around. Maybe he had just dreamed about him maybe he wasn't here at all. He breathed a sigh and went back into the bedroom and dresssed.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha hesitated as Sandy led her into the kitchen. Sam looked warily at the freezer, but there was no sign of bugs or any movement or sound. She then looked round as the estate agent drew her attention to the elegant features.

Walking through the halls, Samantha looked at the pictures, the painting of the builder of the house. The long line of ancestory, a reassuringly long list of people who had passed through these walls over the course of many years.... Moving into the library, Samantha brushed off the dust,coughing as she thumbed through the ancient tomes which proved a font of information about the house and surrounding area.

Intrigued and about to follow Sandy, Sam came to a sudden stop behind her. Sandy had hesitated and stopped in her tracks before leaving the room once more. Taking her hand away from the hallway door, Sandy turned her gaze on Samantha. Samantha saw an unnatural intensity in the woman's eyes. When she spoke, Sandy's voice was slow and hesitant.

"The cellars beyond are old and dusty... I-I wouldn't go into them... No... Not the cellars... There's nothing in there..."

Sam stared, wondering what had made the woman become insistent.

"The cellars.?" She enquired. "I don't think I've seen them. "How would I get down there?"

She looked at Sandy questionningly, thinking that her dad or maybe more likely Johno might want to explore them and see just what was down there.

In a house like this, it was unlikely that they were totally empty!

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*sees them take off and does not trust this new lady one bit, so he goes back to the other room. he gets some more clips for his handguns and he takes hidden gun off his ankle and puts it in his bag he picks his invention up, his clip holder that attachs to his back adn springs out, hopefully it works he thinks. He runs to the lady down the hall and into the kitchen and holds her from behind at gun point, he also grabs his cell phone and puts it in his pocket*

Johna: DONT FUCKING MOVE OR I WILL KILL YOU!!! YOU SOLD US A HOUSE THAT IS CURSED BY SOME EVIL SHIT, IM PLACING YOU UNDER ARREST FOR MAN SLAUGHTER!!! NOW GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM

 

[BadForm]

The Estate Agent

The estate agent looked at Johna with a confused look on her face. She seemed completely unpurturbed by the weapons he was holding, seemingly acting as if they were not there.

"Sir?" she said, frowning. "This house has not been sold yet. I'm just showing Ms. Baraclough around... if you would like to make an appointment for a viewing yourself, then you can call our office."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of card, handing it to him. There was gold-colored writing on it, but it was entirely illegible due to the quantity of blood staining the card. Apart from which, they knew, their names were NOT Baraclough.

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*he looks curiously at her and puts one gun away and puts one hand out*

Johna:look are you going to come peacefully or am i going to have to take you down, i dotn care if we have not bought the house or not, im taking you in, and this house is going to be blessed and cursed, ever since sis here told me about the house, i have done some reaserach on it and found out many were murderd here, and i saw first hand last night what was here, and it just so happens that i am in good with a church adn they can be here in 2 hours, adn than i will have this house burned to teh ground on F.BI. orders, you got that. Now what is your decision.

*he gives you a stern look as he pulls his cell phone out*

Johna:sis, call the church, spped dial 10

 

[BadForm]

The Estate Agent

She gave him a strange look, mixing hope and fear and resignation. "N-no, sir," she said eventually. "No, this house is not cursed. That is a rumor put around by the tabloids. It is true that there were a couple of murders near here in the last century, but the same is true of everywhere. No, I'm afraid you have let the papers trick you, sir. There is no such thing as a curse, and certainly not on this house."

She gave him a smile, ignoring the gun which was a few inches from her. It seemed she was not so much ignoring it as much as she could not see it.

"Now, if you don't mind, sir. I am showing Ms. Baraclough around the house. If she does not mind, you may join us."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha looked at Johno as he stood holding his weapon close to the estate agents head, yet she continued speaking calmly unflinching.

Johno said the house was cursed, yet Sandy insisted that it was just newspaper sensationalism.

Samantha was confused. She had appeared from nowhere.. yet she was so.. normal.. and she was showing Samantha round the house. A house the family had already bought.... and then She kept calling her Ms Baraclough? It was so strange.

"Now, if you don't mind, sir. I am showing Ms. Baraclough around the house. If she does not mind, you may join us."

Her voice was calm and controlled, not at all perturbed by Johno's violent threats and protective stance as he looked at Sam, insisting that she phone the church. Sam turned to the estate agent.

"The cellars..." she enquired. "Surely there must be something down there....?"

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*looks at her strangly again at her saying out last name, and he lowers his gun and holsters it and keeps his hands ready to draw*

Johna:what is your name, im sorry i was so out of line, my name is Johna and she is my sister, but last night there was some werid things going on, adn i think this place is cursed and i dont think we want to buy this place, so sis give me my phone, i need to call someone. I dont trust your words on this place, i know people were murder all over this place, i read the investagation reports from the local police station and there was some cop that died here as well. Dont take offense by my words, but if we stay here than no of us will ever leave this place, dont you feel that evil presence all around us, i can. And dont say i am being paraniod cause my insticts are not wrong. I am a F.B.I. agent adn the feds only take the best.

*takes the phone and waits till the sales person responds*

 

[BadForm]

The Estate Agent

She seemed to become nervous once more when Samantha asked about the cellar. She cast her glance fearfully towards the door before responding to the question.

"N-no, there is no way in-into the cellars. This door is... is blocked off. I-I'm sorry. That is part of the reason the-the house is so cheap, Ms. Baraclough."

There was that name again. Baraclough. It wasn't Samantha's, and none of her family had changed their name.

Then Johna butted in, stating he had checked the reports and discovered many murders had taken place in the house. The estate agent turned her eyes towards him, fear still showing as deeply in them as it had since she first spoke to Samantha. Her voice, though, was calm.

"I'm sorry, sir. I do not know what information you have read, but as I say, although there have been some murders in the past in this area, none have been reliably linked to the house. I am aware of the investigation you reported, but my understanding is the police officer contained took early retirement and left the area. Certainly he was not killed here."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

..cellars.. killings.. she wasn't Ms Baraclough!

It was so confusing.. and who suggested a cop had been killed there?

She looked over at her brother and back to Sandy.

"I think you're confused. I'm not Ms Baraclough.. and..this house.. my family has already bought it.... Wh..where did you come from and why are you reallly here..?"

Samantha questionned, her voice polite, but insistent.

 

[BadForm]

The Estate Agent

The estate agent looked at the clipboard she was carrying in her hand, then back at Johna and Samantha. "But you said your name was Samantha. I have an appointment for a Ms. Samantha Baraclough today. Look..."

She held out the clipboard. The paper on it was as bloodstained as the calling card, but they could make out the name and date. "Samantha Baraclough. 9AM, Saturday April 10th, 1999." That was just over three years ago.

The estate agent gave them a strange look, half puzzled and half determined. "Well, if Ms. Baraclough has not shown - and it does not look like she has. Perhaps you would like to see the house, Mr and Mrs .....?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha

Samantha balked at he bloodstains... and grew more chilled as the woman continued. It wasnt that the estate agent grew threatening..but... Samantha felt more ..chilled... a fear filling her slowly.. as she edged closer to her brother....

Well, if Ms. Baraclough has not shown - and it does not look like she has. Perhaps you would like to see the house, Mr and Mrs .....?"

"Johno is my brother...Your appointment was three years ago....."
Sam vocalised her fears softly..

"ohh..my god..." she whispered realising she was infact conversingwith... a ghost.....?

 

[amon_darknight]

Johna

*hears what samatha said about her being a ghost, and he jumps back and draws his gun again adn begins to call the church with his cell phone*

Johna:you stay back, SAM get over here now, get away from her, i am calling the church right now

*holds his gun steady at the ghost or whatever she was*