Haunted - Narrative Writing

Haunted

Help! Somebody! Anybody! Dad!

Stay in there son! I’m coming to get you!

It was too late as the house collapsed in on itself and into its inevitable fiery doom.

NO! NO! NO!

“Sir”……. “Sir!”

“GAH! I’m sorry what?”

“What is the purpose of your visit, SIR?” The ticket-collector demanded in thickly Scottish accent.

“I hunt ghosts and demons…” said Mark in a monotone. The ticket collector and Mark stood in silence. “Ha-ha I’m only joking, just paying a visit to an old friend o’ mine” replied Mark. He was a Southerner from Dallas, Texas. He was rather fit and in his mid-40's. He always seemed to have on a checkered shirt and his favorite old baggy jeans that drooped down under his “older than your grandfather” belt. “Please step inside the plane Sir.” The flight was roughly 12 hours long, throughout which Mark spent most of his time on the flight snoring away, sounding like a jumbo jet taking off. He was woken a couple of time by a few angry “neighbors” but this didn’t stop him from going back to his deep slumber a few minutes later. It was approximately 22:30 when the plane landed in Scotland. The cold breeze hit Mark’s face blowing his cap off and making him shudder. The hairs on his arms rose giving him goosebumps as he went to take his cap. Mark then observed a strange castle miles away in the middle of the ocean. He had a strange feeling, an urge to visit the castle

On his way to his Friend’s house, Mark pondered over how much he wanted to visit the castle, as if he was being magnetized towards it….

He finally reached his friend’s house, got out and paid his fare to the cab driver and stepped to the doorway and rang his friend’s doorbell. The door was opened a few seconds later by a plump man in glasses wearing a skintight red shirt and a pair of shorts.

“Mark!”

“John!”

They chuckled in harmony and gave each other a tight hug. “It’s been a long time buddy, but you finally decided to pay me a visit, eh?” Mark got inside and closed the door shut. His eyes met with a messy room, packed to the brim with empty beer bottles and pizza boxes. “You’ve really gone downhill buddy” said Mark, concerned.

“Yeah” sighed John. “Good news is that I’m planning to move to the US to get a new job”.

Mark was really happy that his friend would be moving to the US because they could then visit each other often. Suddenly, Mark yet again felt as if he was being pulled to the castle. “Hey… do you know anything about that castle in the middle of the ocean?”

“Why, you planning on goin’ there?” said John.

“Maybe…” murmured Mark

“Well that’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard!” blurted John.

“Why is that?” questioned Mark.

“Cause that big ol’ block o’ bricks is cursed that’s why!”

“Legend has it that the owner living there in 1873 was brutally murdered and so anyone who goes in doesn’t come back….” whispered John.

“Bollocks!” shouted Mark. “We’ll go there tonight!”

“Over my dead body” insisted John

2 hours later...

The storm rumbled and shook the boat of the two passengers on their way to the demented castle

“I STILL DON’T THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA!” exclaimed John reluctantly. “WHAT’S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN!” spat Mark .Their voices were being undercut by the fierce noise the storm produced. The waves were huge and their boat was flooded every ten minutes. The boat safely reached the shore where the haunted castle was situated and our two characters jumped out, drenched. The castle looked ginormous. It was utterly damaged and the structure must’ve faced a lot of wear and tear over the centuries. Mark walked up to the door and rang the bell which chimed loudly to his surprise. There was no response. He rang the bell again. Still no response. Mark kicked the door with all his might and it opened with a jerk. They stepped inside and their first step lead to tremendous creaking. They looked down to see the ground drenched by water puddles. “HELLO” shouted Mark. “Quiet!” snapped John. Mark ignored him and continued with his antics. Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut. John shrieked and jumped 3 feet into the air. “It’s probably just the wind” stammered Mark, now starting to doubt his decisions. The manor was dusty and everything was probably broken and there were thousands of cracks on the hardwood floor. The fireplace still had wood inside it. Everything was an antique and probably worth thousands. Mark stuffed his pockets with rings and diamond necklaces.

“Let’s just look around”. Mark walked slowly with his flashlight in hand, John tailgating close behind him. Suddenly, Mark felt as if he was being watched. He turned to his side to see a strange shadowy figure run up the stairs. “Is anybody body here” said Mark, his voice now severely cracking. “Let’s just go back” shuddered John, with Mark now in agreement.

They walked up to the door and tried jerking it open but with no luck. They gave up after 5 minutes of trying.

“Let’s just see what their upstairs is.” Mark said trying his best to sound bold. The stairs were demolished and made it almost impossible to walk up but Mark and John made it. “HAHAHAHA” shrieked a girl and Mark saw another figure running to a room. “Mark, I have a very bad feeling about this.” They advanced meticulously into the room and of course, the door SLAM shut.

“AHHHHH!” screamed Mark and John now breaking down. It was all silent for a while followed by a bellowing high pitched noise and then silence…

Mark suddenly noticed at least 10 pairs of eyes staring directly at them through the windows in the room. Suddenly, something grabbed John by the leg and pulled him down and Mark stood frozen as he saw his longtime friend disappear into the darkness, screaming.

The door of the room opened again and Mark without a second thought ran as quickly as his legs could carry him but forgot about the broken stairs and ended up landing legs first onto the hard wood of the first floor, breaking his ankles. The front door was now open and Mark with all his might struggled and dragged himself along the floor to try and make it out but the heavy jewelry in his pockets weighed him down severely. Suddenly, he noticed somebody following and screaming at him. He turned his head around to notice somebody on fire, screaming in agony. It was his son! His son walked towards him. “Son...” cried Mark. “You did this to me, you did!” “And now you’ll know how I felt, scared and helpless” he hissed.

“No son” “Please don’t” sobbed Mark. The front doors slammed shut and the inside of the house was sent on fire and the fire gobbled everything, including Mark but the outside of the house remained as it was.

2 years later...

‘C’mon it’ll be fun” said Henry to Jack. The two teenagers walked in and the doors shut behind them and they screamed. “Let the fun begin” grinned Mark.

Created by Syed Mahamid Hasan 9-C