Widow

Ghost Mystery

It all began when someone left the window open.

“I Ellie am an average 13 year old girl,” she said to herself over and over again as she saw the window of her room slide open slowly. She turned her head slightly and screamed as loud as she could when she saw a beautiful white bird, sliding off her wall and floating in mid air. Suddenly the window dropped loudly and the bird sailed slowly onto the ground. Her mother and Ed came rushing in. “We heard a scream then a loud bang,” said Maria “Sorry mum I just gave myself a shock,” she said. She planned on telling her brother later on even though he won’t believe her.

She walked into her brother’s room “What was the screaming for Ell?” Ed asked. “Never mind that, I’ve got something important to tell you,” she replied. “What?” Ed asked. “I think there’s a ghost in my room, just before when I screamed well” she broke off. “Well what?” “Well the window was opening slowly by itself and one of the birds on my wall-paper was slipping off and was floating in mid-air, when I screamed the window dropped, and the bird floated slowly to the ground,” Ellie explained.

“Come on, have a look,” she said as she dragged Ed who was standing with his mouth hanging wide open. “I wonder if he believes me,” Ellie thought to herself. When they got to her room the bird was still on the floor and the window was shut tight, “See, look I told you the bird came off,” she said. “Do you believe me?” she asked pleadingly. “Sure I do Ell, you’re my sister,” he said, “Thanks. So now you believe me are we going to figure out this mystery or not?”

“Uh-well,” he said “Come on, please aren’t you even the slightest bit curious?” she asked pleadingly. “Yeah I am Ell, but don’t you think it will be a bit dangerous, maybe?” “Oh come on, so looking going to the library and looking up the history of our town section, and seeing If there are any newspaper articles about our house is dangerous?” “Seriously I think you’ve been watching to many horror movies,” she said. She didn’t mean to sound so mean but sometimes her brother could be really stupid, she thought to herself, feeling annoyed. “Okay then, I is up for a little challenge.” Gosh this is going to be hard, she muttered to herself quietly. Even though her brother seemed smart and everybody thought he was, he really wasn’t. This wasn’t going to be a little challenge, and was not going to be simple. “Let’s get going to the library.”

Ellie could hear the rain dancing around on the roof while she was lying in her warm bed. It sounds so magical, she thought to herself. Suddenly she felt a whoosh of icy cold air on her face. She got under her bed and found the place where old battered torch was.

“Why are you here in my room?” She whispered “Why?” The ghosts didn’t answer, all she could see was two white figures. One was tall and boyish the other short with long hair that looked about six. The male was opening the window and the girl was peeling off a white bird. When they heard Ellie they disappeared out of sight. It’s still dark Ellie thought to herself. I wonder what time it is, she looked at her clock, it was seven o’clock. I might as well go get some breakfast and wake Ed.

“What, really you saw the ghosts?” asked Ed, she had seen the ghosts. “Yeah, one was a man and the other was a girl,” she said “Let’s go to the library.”

“Oh my gosh, look what I found,” Ellie said holding up the book “We must have missed it yesterday it says ‘Murder at 142 Waterloo Drive’ the people who where murdered where Henry Brown and Lucy Brown. It says the only way to get the spirits out of our house is to call their names three time and they will disappear forever,” she said “I think we have worked out this problem quickly, lets get home,” Ed smiling.

“Henry Brown, Lucy Brown, Henry Brown, Lucy Brown, Henry Brown, Lucy Brown,” she said She saw the flicker of the white shadows disappear. “I wonder if they’ll ever come back.”

Alice the Attic Ghost

I’m not sure how or why it happened; I just remember it all began when someone left the third floor window open.

“Aw Rosalie it’s not fair!” I complain to my doll. “All they do is moan and moan about life. They should be happy that they are alive! They don’t know what it’s like to be dead. No sense of smell, no feeling, no taste! I’d give anything to enjoy a nice restaurant meal again! I’m so glad I have you to talk to Rosalie. You have no idea how lonely I’d be without you!” Rosalie’s plastic eyes just stared back. “Well I have to go back to the dingy attic now, its dawn and the family will be waking up soon.”

So I put Rosalie down on the shelf, her striking red braids falling over her face, and glide out the room.

The attic is dark and dusty. It is full of old boxes and broken toys. The ceiling has gaps between each wood panel. The wall paper is a sick colour of green and yellow and it has pictures of little white doves stuck all over it. Each year I pull off one dove, 157 doves are missing off the wall.

The attic is pitch black during the day so I never get to see much day light. Sometimes depending on where the sun’s at in the sky, it would shine through the gaps in the roof.

To keep myself entertained I go through all the old boxes and play with all the broken toys. I like lots of the toys but Rosalie is by far my favourite, but Rosalie is Jane’s doll, she would notice if she went missing.

Each night when the Williams (the family that live in the house) go to bed I go to visit Rosalie. She lives on a wooden shelf which is placed in the middle of a long depressing hallway. This hallway leads only to one room, a room which the family never enters. I can’t even bare it myself. It’s the third floor bedroom, the place where it all ended and in a way began. The place where I, Alice Styles was murdered. I’ve never taken Rosalie in there, I will take her tonight.

It is getting dark now. It must be nearly nine o’clock, Jane and Jasper will be in bed, Carlisle and Courtney will be heading there soon, in fact I couldn’t hear anything just the light snores of deeply sleeping people.

I got up off the rotting wooden floor of the attic and entered the hallway of horrid misery. I could see Rosalie sitting on the shelf just where I’d left her and I made my way over there. I picked her up and whispered with my mouth pressed up to her soft cotton ear, “Come with me young child it’s time you got to bed.” Those were the last words my mother had said to the living me, her soft crimson lips a millimetre away from my ear, her musky clean smell filling up my nostrils. I could almost smell her now. Who am I kidding? She’s dead and I can’t smell anything!

I opened the door my hand shaking, and then I heard it. There was someone behind me. I turned around and he gasped again. Jasper was standing on the other side of the hallway as still as a statue and his face as white as chalk.

“Hi,” he said. I was shocked; he was so calm considering he was staring straight at a ghost. “Hi,” I breathed back. “I’m Jasper, I saw you one night talking to Jane’s doll. I’ve been following you ever since, I think your fascinating!” Great! He had listened to some of my night time conversations with Rosalie, and he thought I was some sort of cool science project! “Why are you going into that room?” he asked, plain curiosity in his voice. “A girl was murdered there 157 years ago…” His voice trailed off, then his big blue eyes went wide with fear or shock I couldn’t tell. “It was you!” his voice barely even a whisper. “I’ve never been in that room, I’ve always wanted to. Would I be a-allowed to ha-have a look?” he stuttered. “Only if you don’t mind of course?” <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Sure,” I said and we walked into the room. “Woah!” he gasped as he looked around the room. Everything was the same as it was 157 years ago. The walls were still the same shade of purple, the bed that I used to sleep on was still there, but the bed spread was gone. I figured it must have started to rot so someone threw it away. “Did this use to be your room?” asked Jasper. <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Yeah.” I replied. <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“It’s great,” he replied in awe. <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Just a normal bedroom really.” <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Yeah, but it hasn’t really been touched in like 157 years! How did you die?” <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">That was the question I had be dreading, but I answered anyway. “I’m not sure exactly, but one day I had a fight with one of the boys, Alex. He was a horrid boy, always picking on me because of my frizzy hair or my buck teeth. Anyway one night while I was sleeping he climbed through my bedroom window. I was lying in bed. I was still awake; it was only seven o’clock you see so I wasn’t tired. Once I opened my mouth to scream I was too shocked. He held a knife high above his head and said, ‘I have to kill you because I love you and I am not allowed to love.’ And then it all went black.”

<span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“People say you killed yourself, but that’s just a stupid rumour. You’re pretty cool Alice. Now I must get to bed, I have school tomorrow. Good night Alice.” <span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">“Good night Jasper.” <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;">And suddenly I didn’t feel so lonely and depressed. I felt alive.

The third floor bedroom, my room, to think it all began when someone left the window open. This is my story. “Jack wake up!” screeched Michelle. “Why should I, I just go back to bed at night don’t I?” I screeched. “Don’t be so ignorant!” screeched Michelle. She’s got a point I can be ignorant. “I sorr…” “Stop being lazy and wake up!” Michelle screamed. “At least I don’t make stupid decisions!" I exploded, but by that time she was outside. I looked at the walls. “What the… where are the birds?” I said unsurely. I looked at the window. It was open… “Boy I’m hungry, time for so breakfast, lets see what’s on the menu today.” I said. “Guess I’ll have the usual. Donuts, sherbet, ice-cream, chocolate, jellybeans and to wash it all down lemonade.” I love the sugary flavour for two reasons. One it’s sweet and two it’s good brain power for me! I look at the time “It 8:40 I have to go to school,” I said, while I got changed.  Through the gate, up the stairs, across the hall and in to the classroom. “Sorry I’m late Mr Borad,” I said. “Who are you,” Mr Borad asked.  “Jack,” I said  “Wait a minute, how do you know my name are you steeling my identity? Call the police!” Mr Borad exclaimed.  “You’re my teacher!” I shouted. As I pointed to Bob I said, “And you, you’re my best friend!” “I haven’t seen you once in my life!” said Bob “Just yesterday we biked together!” I exclaimed. “Forget about it!” I ran back home and opened the door, well try to, its locked. The keys aren’t in the usual hiding spot. BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The house is collapsing I run for my life! The street is collapsing, I trip, and I fall. “Aarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I scream (I know what your thinking a boy screaming how random!) CRASH! Am I dead. No I’m not. I look up, a big arch is above the road. “The mountain of spirits,” I whisper to myself. I walk up the road. I’m at the base of the mountain. There is a sign on my right. “Those who climb be brave. Those who aren’t run away. If you climb back will be stuck in a mystery. I guess I’m brave, I’ll climb I decide. I climb the winding path and I finally reach the top. I look up at a temple that is towering high I walk in. “Who dears enter my temple!” a low voce said. “I’m Jack. And who are you?” I yelled. “I’m the sky spirit!” the voce said. Sky spirit... the sky spirit! “Sky spirit can you help me out, my life is disappearing.’ I say. “Disappearing you say. I will help you. Are you ready?” “Yes!” I said. “Very well I can help you but you must give me your soul!” Sky spirit said. “Won’t I die?” I said. “No because I will give you some of my soul!” Sky spirit said as he put his hand on my head “Get ready, 3, 2, 1!” “Jack wake up!” screeched Michelle. “Why should I, I just go back to bed at night don’t I?” I screeched. “Don’t be so ignorant!” screeched Michelle. She’s got a point I can be ignorant. “I sorr…” “Stop being lazy and wake up!” Michelle screamed. “At least I don’t make stupid decisions I exploded but by that time she was outside. I looked at the walls, the birds are still there.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 130%;"> In an old house in Washington America lived perfectly family. They didn’t cause trouble, and they rarely left the house (all the children are home schooled) Sometimes it was like they weren’t even there. In this house lived Tom and Polly and their five children, 4 girls and 1 boy. Until now they had, been a perfectly ordinary family. But, it all began when someone left the window opened.

That someone was Jane. It was July 22nd 1918 and Jane’s two Cousin Samuel and Katie were just arriving. Their parents had died in a fire and they had nowhere else to go. In Jane's hurry to get downstairs she forgot to close the window