My Haunted House

[bookworm101]

[glow=blue,2,300]New story time! I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while. Basically, it's about this girl who finds out her house is haunted...but, not by any normal ghost....... I'll start the story tomorrow. Oh, and just to let you know, anytime I start a new thread, I"ll start posting chapters of the story the next day.[/glow]

[bookworm101]

...There will be swearing

Maryanne's POV (AN:whenever I do a first person story, it will have this label at the top.)

Astoria, Washington. My family and I were leaving our warm, sunny home town of Great Falls, Montana for the cold, dreary, and damp Astoria. As soon as my father got his job transfer, he just had to accept it. He couldn't wait for two seconds to find out what city we would be transfered to. It was just like him to say yes to something without hearing the whole deal. So, because of that, we were stuck going to this awful, old town and staying in a home that had been built over two hundred years ago.

I felt the ground below us go fro the smooth road to rocky and pebbly driveway. That meant one thing, we ad officially arrived at our new "home". I was surprised at how big it was. It was like one of the large, Victorian homes that you commonly see in the horror movies. The only difference between those and this one was the fact that the movie homes were a lot better put together. Our home had it's paint chipping off of the outside and was faded down to a dull gray color, the shutters were falling off the windows- I even saw a few that had already fallen off and weren't hanging by a thread like the others-, and weeds wrapped around the house like a snake's tale. The place looked like it hadn't been touched for a good eighty or ninety years.

I reluctantly got out of the car and pulled my luggage out from the truck. I knew being stubborn and arguing would do no good. I had already tried that a few weeks ago and it hadn't worked then. That, and the fact that our old home had been sold. There was nowhere for me to go, anymore. This was the only place I had to stay. I may not like the idea, but I wasn't stupid enough to give up my only shelter. I pushed my red, wavy hair out of my face, grabbed my suitcases, and followed my little sisters up the porch stairs that led into the house.

It was just as bad, if not worse on the inside.The furniture hadn't arrived yet, so all the disgusting flaws of the old house was clearly more noticeable. The wall paper (that was seriously out-dated) had coffee, water, and mold stains all over it. The hard wood floors had been chipped so much that almost every board was sticking up and out of the floor. The fire place and mantel had most of the bricks fallen off, scattered around on the floor, so you could just see the mold of cement from where they used to go. . To make matters even worse, the stupid place was filled with the scent of mildew and tobacco. I mentally cursed myself for not taking up the offer to go live with my grandparents. Sure, they may be boring as hell, but their house was at least cleaned up.

"Jennalyn, Dana-Marie, you both et to your rooms and wait for mommy and daddy, got it?" I shouted out to my little sisters. After a few seconds, I heard their voices call back a "Yes," to my simultaneously.

I sighed to myself and went to find the room I had been assigned to stay in while we lived here. I couldn't call it my bedroom. That was back in Montana. My bedroom had been decorated with picture after picture after picture and was filled with my many photo albums and cameras. This was not going to be my room, ever. There was no way I was going to customize this place to my liking. I didn't want to be here and I was going to let everyone know that.

I found my way to the little, diamond shaped space in the back of the house. I hadn't been in here before, but there weren't to many bedrooms on the bottom floor. It was pretty easy to find, despite all the complicated hallways. The dusty, wooden door, yet ornately decorated, door pulled open with a groan. I groaned, myself, after seeing the room. It was much more worse than the rest of the house.

The bay window and the other two windows on the side wall had been boarded up till the very last bit of light would cease to get in. The floor? Well, there was none. The whole wooden floor that should be there just...wasn't. All you could see were the faint outlines of where it used to stand. The ceiling had been painted with numerous times. You couldn't even make out what the original color might even be. The only piece of furniture in the room, an antique dresser that dated back to the early nineteen hundreds, had more than certainly seen better days. The drawers were completely missing, the mirrors were cracked, and the wood was completely wrecked. Probably from lots of water spillage over the years.

I pulled my sleeping bag out of my suitcase, threw it on the floor, and plopped myself on top of it. This place was going to be hell. I just knew it.



And............................................my first chapter of this brand new story is done. Tell me what you think, please. I tried to add a little more detail than in the past. Did I do a good job with that?

[Bloodcore]

This is good. Keep going!

[Amayasama]

I think this is a good start, I'm curious how you're going to do a giant as a ghost. :3

[Neon]

Your detail here is very good, very good indeed. ^^
Some grammar quirks here and there, but who can say they don't have such things?
Got me wondering why they'd actually sell such a dilapidated house ... must've been damn cheap. Coffee stains on the wall ... or DRIED BLOOD?!?!?! XD j/k
Seems more Halloween-ish than Christmas-ish though. o.O;

[natalie]

Great writing style, can hardly wait to see what happens, good start, I agree with Amayasama, I am curious how you are going to do a giant ghost, it sounds intriguing!! Keep up the good work.

[bookworm101]

O.O Holy Crap! I haven't even had this up for a full day and I hae already had 1...2...3...4...4! reveiwers for it!

And I agree with Neon. This is very...Halloweeny....but, it was stuck in my head forever. I just had to write it or else I was going to EXPLODE!!!!!!!!

And, thanks to everyone who has commented on this. You are all so wonderful! You made me smile ;D ------(that's what I look like right now). You guys are the bestest!!!!!!!

[bookworm101]

On with the story! Or post...or chapter..or whatever......
Oh! And this takes place after her furniture arrives...so, the next day...

Maryanne POV

My mother and father stood in the doorway and bid adieu to their friends who moved in the furniture. At least some of the grotesqueness of the house was covered up. And, it was the same stuff from home. A little reminder of my life back in Montana. It almost made me smile. Almost.

I trudged my way back into that little prison that was my room. The boards on the windows were not removed by the furniture people. With all that sunlight being blocked, I was beginning to feel like it was actually prison and I was staying here for punishment of a crime. One I didn't know I had committed.

The door to the cell opened up with the same groan it always did. It hadn't changed in the past two days. But, there was one thing that did. The temperature in here. Outside, in the hallways and the rest of the home, were much warmer for the winter season. Mom had said she cranked the heat all the way up. It could get real old down here in Astoria.

So, why did it feel like it was below freezing in this one room? When I was in here ten minutes earlier, it was fine. How did the temperature just suddenly drop? I sighed. This place was becoming worse and worse by every passing second. I dragged my feet over to the side wall, towards my actual dresser. The moving men had taken the extremely old one with them when they left.

I needed some socks. I felt like my toes were going to fall off. I opened the door and pulled out my favorite polka-dot ones. That was when I noticed my mirror had cracked. Now, how had that happened? Instantly, I knew two ways. Option one was my sisters had broken it somehow. I knew that one was out. They were to busy setting up their own rooms to be bothered with breaking my stuff. Option two, the movers had damaged it. That one seemed more likely. The bumps on the road here could make the dresser in the back move and break. A simple mistake.

I moved myself up to inspect the damage. The crack was in the exact same place as the older dresser's. Right down the center and swerving towards the left at the end. I stared at that old one long enough yesterday to memorize exactly where it had been. I tried to convince myself it was just a freaky coincidence. Nothing to go nuts over.

After running a hand threw my disheveled hair and forcing myself to forget about the dresser, I walked out of my room and to the kitchen. It had to be about lunch time and my stomach was rumbling from lack of food. We had no fridge yesterday or this morning, so food supplies was limited. My stomach had officially had enough.

I made my way through the hallways that were covered with nineteen-forties and dozens of cobwebs and cracks until I found the just-as-awful kitchen. It looked like some cheap imitation of one of those movies from a horror story back in the early sixties. The ones that weren't nearly as scary as they were made out to be and always wound up ending in a cheesy, romantic way. In other words, not good. The once bright, yellow, flowery walls were now faded to a mushy green color, the flowers looked more like blobs than anything. The kitchen was the one place where we couldn't replace the furniture, seeing as it would take to long and way to much money to rewire the entire room. So, the rusty stoves and sinks still stood, along with the fridge, who's rubber covering and handle had been taped up way to many time to count. The cabinets looked like someone had taken a baseball bat and hit them over and over and over again. Sure, this spot may have looked good originally, but, now, it looked like a piece of crap.

I walked over to the fridge that was squeezed into the far back corner and pulled it open delicately, afraid it would break again if I didn't. I wouldn't want to explain that to my parents. The ones who had worked so hard to gain this house. Did you notice the sarcasm there? This cheap, hellish place couldn't have cost more than $50,000.

I examined the shelves, hoping to find something that looked good. And, there it was. Steamed veggies, on the top shelf. Yum. My absolute favorite snack ever. I quickly dug the container out and searched for a spoon. As soon as I went through every single one of those drawers (all with broken handles, might I add) I finally found one. I greedily dug into my first, filling meal in two days.

And, that was when I heard the squeak. It sounded like one of the dining room chairs being pulled out. I rolled my eyes. Probably one of my sisters. They more than likely lost something and were searching the ends of the Earth until they found it. I made my way into the dining room, veggies still in my hand.

"Alright, what did you two lose now? First your precious dollies, then your teddy bear. Y'all would lose your heads if it wasn't attached to your shoulders," I grumbled to myself.

When I walked into the room, I was surprised to see nothing in there but a pushed out chair. Typical. They forgot to push it in, like always.

I walked over and moved it back, one-handed. As I walked back to the kitchen to clean out my now empty bowl, I heard the squeak again. I whirled around. Damn chair. It was pushed out, once more. I sighed before moving it back into it's rightful place. It wasn't until I moved two steps away before it moved again. I was to aggravated to care that this thing was moving on it's own. Instead, I just turned myself around to push it back in.'

The next time, it didn't even wait for me to leave. It just pushed itself out the second I pushed it back in. I did the same thing I had the first two times and moved it back. Can you guess what happened next? It moved out, again.

Ugh. Screw it. I was not going to get in a tug-of-war fight with a chair. I just marched back into the kitchen and cleaned out my bowl. The one last thing I heard before going upstairs to check my sisters was the chair move against the tile floor.


Done. ......Comments make me smile!!!!!!!

[Amayasama]

o.o A bit scary...XD I'd be pretty freaked out if a chair was following me!

[Neon]

*Cues orchestra* Dun dun DUUUUUUUUN
*ahem* Thank you.

So hey, yeah, very haunted-house-y. Not the first time that stock device has been used, but effective use of it all the same. ^^ Makes me want to watch Poltergeist.

[bookworm101]

Gah! I'm trying to post another chapter, but my computer is being difficult! Sorry peoples! I'll get around to it later!....That is, if my compuiter let's me post anything!!!!!!!

And, a belated Merry Christmas to everyone! Hope you had a jolly good day!

[bookworm101]

Finally! My computer decides to cooperate!!!!


Maryanne POV

One week later

It was breakfast time, or, at least according to my mother, it was. By my standards, it was far to early for my stomach to even growl, let alone eat a full meal. I mean, who eats breakfast at nine in the morning? But, my mom's philosophy was "Eat breakfast early, and you'll be energetic for the rest of the day". If that was the case, then why was I always hungry and in need of more energy at lunch time? Oh well. It was her theory, not mine

After an all-to-filling meal of bacon, eggs, waffles, cereal, and orange juice, breakfast was finally done. I decided to make my way back to my cold, hellish room. I had been spending a lot of time there, lately. I didn't understand why. I hated the thing, and yet I somehow found myself drawn to it time and time again. Maybe it was because that was the only place I was actually able to be alone with my thoughts...and not be bothered by my family.

As I walked through the living room, I noticed the two side windows were extremely dirty. So dirty that you had absolutely no hope of seeing out of them. What the hell? I just cleaned those off yesterday! How could they have gotten so dirty in such a short amount of time?

With a sigh, I moved myself over to the closet on the other side of the room. It held the cleaning supplies that I would need in order to wash off that window, again. I knew that if I didn't do it, no one was. My mom was the cooker, my dad loved to fix things (even though he winds up breaking them more often then repairing them), and my sisters were still young. They cared about their dolls' outfits, not about whether or not the windows were clean.

I pulled out my handy-dandy rag and a bottle of "Windex" and headed back over to the dirty casements. I sprayed nearly the entire bottle on the two windows. They were both so big and messy that it was a miracle I didn't need two bottles and just used up the one. I whipped out my rag and began to wipe. These stupid things needed a cleaning.

As soon as I was done, I smiled in triumph. I had never cleaned anything off that fast. I guess all those years off practice finally payed off. I walked back over to the small closet and put back the rag. I tossed the "Windex" bottle out in the trash can. As I turned around to start marching back to my room, I saw something in the now clean window.

After realizing I was never going to see what it was from my current location, I walked over to the thing. What I saw made me catch my breathe in my throat.

It was a giant shoe. One that was about the size of my entire body. I didn't have time to scream, I just ran. I most certainly did not want to see who owned that thing. I made it to my room in just seconds and slammed the door shut. I made sure I heard the lock click before I allowed myself to relax on my bed. I needed to calm my franticly beating heart.

Calm down, Mary, I told myself in an attempt to reassure my nerves, It was probably just your imagination. All those damn trees out there. With all of there branches out together, it could've made any shape. Besides, there was nothing attached to the giant thing, anyway. You have nothing to worry about. So, calm down, dammit!

I felt my heart go back to normal and my breathing start to regulate. As soon as I knew I was as calm as my body would ever let me be, I pulled out my laptop and checked my e-mail. Since cell phone service wasn't great out here, my best friend, Mikkel, and I had to communicate via computer. Not exactly my first choice, but, it worked. I punched in my password and was greeted by a "Hello" that was emitted by the computer. Sure enough, more than half of my fifteen messages were from Mikkel. She never was one for patience.

She asked about my week here, what the home was like, whether or not I had made any friends... and thousands of other questions I had managed to answer it just one, short, two paragraph response. As much as talking to Mikkel always seemed to calm me down and make me forget about everything, I couldn't get that stupid shoe out of my mind. Was it really my imagination?

Or, was it real?



Done! I'm so happy my computer is letting me actually post this today! If you want to make me smile, leave a comment! I'll give you a cookie.

[Amayasama]

o.O The ghosty lost his shoe? XD I wonder if Mary is the only one that can see the ghost :3

[natalie]

I think that she saw the ghost shoe, was really neat!! You have a good point Amayasma,re if she is the only one who can see the giant ghost, I wonder if he is friendly :>

[bookworm101]

Haven't updated this for a few days.......

Maryanne POV

One Month Later

I had gotten somewhat used to this crappy house of mine. After a month of being here, I learned to be able to pass through rooms without having to worry about throwing up from that nasty,mildew smell. I had also gotten used to the spooky occurrences that occurred here almost everyday.

Like, for example, on the fifth day on the second week I had been here, the chairs were stacked up on the dining room table. In the exact style that they had been in the movie, Poltergeist. And, personally, i don't think it was any coincidence that my family and I had watched that movie last night.

Or, like how, during our third week here, everything in the kitchen somehow started flying. The fridge magnets, the food, cabinet doors, plates, drawers, and the utensils all got plucked up out of there original spots and went scattering across the room. In the end, the all wound up tacked tot the walls or on the ceiling. The only thing strange about these spooky happenings was that they only occurred when I was alone. Which didn't exactly work for me. I liked to be alone a lot.

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My mom and dad had left for the evening and my sister's were in bed. It was eight-thirty and I hadn't had dinner yet. My stomach was officially getting on my nerves so, I walked out of my room and down the hall to the kitchen.

I got my meal heated up and brought it out to the dining room. When I was munching contently on my green beans and pasta was when the candle center-piece went out. What I found odd about that was the fact that it was one of those trick candles. You couldn't blow it out unless you got it wet. As far as I knew, no one had poured water on it. The next weird thing that happened was the chandelier over top of the table started to swing.

Just a warning, gets a bit bloody from here down Anyone who is squeamish shouldn't read this part

I was so mesmerized by it's rotation that I didn't notice I was moving away from the table until it was to late. My entire body slammed into the wall behind me. I could feel the blood spill out on my left arm and my two knees, where the dry wall had hit me the hardest. The chandelier suddenly fell from the ceiling and landed on the table with a large smash, breaking the piece of furniture in half.

A great pressure suddenly surrounded my chest, making it extremely hard to breathe. Something began pulling me off the ground and the feeling soon moved up to my neck, creating the feeling of being strangled. Everything in the dinging room that hadn't been crushed- chairs, plates, and the plants on top of the hutch we just bought- suddenly rose in the air and started to move. Each and everyone of the objects crashed on the pinkish wall right next to my neck. Any closer and my head would've been sliced off. Though, that didn't stop them from leaving a bunch of cuts along my throat. Blood trickled down my neck and into my shirt.

Suddenly, the hutch came up off the ground and was headed straight for me. As soon as it crushed my frail body, I knew at that moment I was going to die.

Graphic moment's over

Then, as soon as every started, it stopped. The hutch magically lifted off of me and returned to it's spot. the broken objects somehow fixed themselves and returned to their rightful places. The chandelier lifter off the now-fixed table and went back to hanging on the ceiling. I was placed back on the ground. I got the sensation of being on something very fleshy and rubbery as I did so. I also noticed my cuts and bruises were completely healed up. There was no sign of anything ever happening in here.

Except for the event being burned into my memory.




And, as always, review.

[Amayasama]

I had to admit...XD; I was a bit confused with this chapter. I could imagine that it was chaos but er...did the giant save her or something? XD; I guess I just don't quite understand

[bookworm101]

Sorry if you didn't get it. I tried to make it as clear as possible. But, I'll explain it. Basically, the giant did save her, but she couldn't see him. He's a ghost. He can make himself invisible. Which is what he did when he saved her.

[natalie]

Really intense neat update!! Can hardly wait when they meet for the first time!! Cool story!!

[Neon]

Not having a great day, is she?
D: