I used to be best friends with a girl at senior school called Megan. Everybody would ask me why I bothered as she was quite strange but as far as i was concerned, she was a good friend and i loved her to bits, she could be as weird as she liked. Last year of school she died her hair black and wore black clothes and make up.She swore blind she would be a ghost hunter... after school we kid of lost touch for one reason or another, which when I reflected a couple of years later, upset me.
Then a few weeks ago my mother received a call from Meg. She requested my phone number and gave me a call. She asked for us to meet up. It turned out she was living 150 miles away, so my fiance, Kye, took a few days off work to mind our baby while I went to see Meg. Her house was HUGE nothin like i'd expected. I was in awe and asked where she worked to be able to afford it. She explained that she got the house really cheap as it was haunted. I wasn't too bothered. I just don't get phased by that stuff, u just don't expect to have an 'encounter' do u?
We talked till 3 in the morning about the old days and our new lives. She asked to come and stay at mine and meet my new family. I couldn't wait.
Finally I questioned, 'so who's the house haunted by then?'
She told me about a woman who used to live there. She was raped and fell pregnant, givin birth to twins- a little boy called Malachi and a little girl called Victoria. She soon resented them and began to torment them. It turned into torture. She would beat and strave them and lock them in their rooms. She brain washed them with horrific stories of monsters and ghosts and such likes and the torture just continued to get worse. One day Victoria stole some bread from the kitchen for her and Malachi as they were starving. Both children were 5 at this time. When their mother caught them, she cut of their hands and made them stand in opposite corners of their bedroom.. where they slowly bled 2 death, screaming in agony.
Great story to be told before you go to bed eh?
Megan claimed to have seen the little girl once, but never to have seen the boy. So inevitably i suggested we go sit in the room and wait for them. We could call them and see if they would show.
Meg went a step further. A ouija board. I wasn't comfortable with this at all.
We sat in the center of the room with a candle light at either side of us.
We said the rhyme to capture spirits in the glass (I wont print it on here, as I wouldn't want any1 to use it). We spun it ova and placed our fingers on the top.
'Victoria?' I whispered.
'Victoria if u are in the room let us know' Meg continued.
'Victoria are u in the room?' the glass moved to 'yes'. I was crappin my pants by this point, I know they r only children, but DEAD children!!
Any questions we asked after that went without a response. Finally it hit me. The childrens mother had abused them , probably even told them they were naughty and deserved punishment. That's what they would respond to.
'Victoria, Malachi! Such naughty little beasts, unlovable, wretched children, they must be punished!'
Meg sat wide eyed, she knew exactly what I was doing.
Suddenly the glass flew from the board and smashed against the wall. The second it smashed it was as if the spirits had come straight out of it. A boy in one corner of the room in a scruffy grey shirt and ragged black shorts. A girl in the opposite corner, Her black dress so old and worn it had holes and rips, probably from the beatings. Their faces pale and their eyes dark, they held out the bloody stumps.
A piercing scream filled the air and both Meg and I whinced at the sound. Then both children were gone.
It is clear those poor souls are still enduring torture in their death. Nothing could be worse. Meg is going to continue trying to communicate with the children and try to set them free.
