Second Encounter with the Ghost of the Blood Room

From: Mushmouth (thelickofmyspoon@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Calgary, Alberta
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed May  9 04:16:36 2007

This is the continuation of the two previous Blood Room stories. This story takes place about a week after the last one, I am still staying in the Blood Room, what can I say, I'm both stupid and stubborn. I wake up in the morning, its just like the last time, I'm so drained of energy that I can't move, I figured it had something to do with the heat.

I can remember only being able to look at the door but something was very wrong with what I was seeing, there was a huge shadow in front of the door and I could begin to make out a pattern of white in the center of it. It was like a small egg but branching out at the sides but the center was always the main focus point and it seemed to be protruding from the dark shadowy part. I realized I was looking directly at a face and it wasn't my imagination, it had hair, mid-length and flowing in all directions. There were arms at the sides and they began to outstretch to the sides, long legs pulling out from the centre. I saw the torso of a woman's body and that horrible white face staring at me. I recall trying to think something positive and welcoming because I was unable to speak.

Suddenly a most horrifying feeling came over me, I could feel my heart slowing down and my breath becoming too short. I remember trying to scream for help, everytime my jaw opened the ghostly figure would mimic it the same way, I was barely able to puff out shrill squeaks. With every yelp of mine the ghost gave a yelp as well, this was terrifying. By about the fifth or sixth attempt I was able to belt out a loud scream in terror.

I could hear my brother waking, he knew what I was experiencing and came running saying, "Don't worry, I'll save you. Get away from my brother!" I heard him trying to open the door and crying because the handle wouldn't turn. I tried to scream again but nothing came out. The figure, still mimicking my facial expressions and when I couldn't scream that time, it did it for me, it was the most terrifying thing I've ever experienced. The sound was so loud and so unnatural that I could hear people outside scream, "What the Hell was that?"

Suddenly there was about a dozen people scrambling into the apartment, none of whom were invited, just passers-by off the street who heard the sound the ghost made and had to find out what it was. The ghost dissipated before me, all except the eyes that seemed to be getting larger and moving directly toward me. I could feel something weighing on my chest, cutting off my oxygen, I was starting to pass out when some guy I'd never met kicked the door off the hinges. I passed out. I woke up on the sofa of my neighbour's apartment. I told the people in the room what I saw, they told me that when they touched the door to the room it was frozen solid and there was ice around the edges, it was about twenty-five degrees in the apartment.