Unrest Spirit

From: Raymond Cornwell (cornwell73@msn.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Mattapan, MA
Source: Form Submission

A Haunting

I can't believe I'm sharing this experience with strangers. This is the first time I've mentioned this story to anyone, and it's to a bunch of people I don't know and may never meet.

This happened when I was fourteen years old. That was twelve years ago. I was sitting in my bedroom flipping through the stations on my television with my remote control when I heard a noise coming from outside of my window. The light was off and I became deathly afraid. My parents had went out for the night so I was home alone. My bedroom was on the first floor which made it even worse, because I had thought someone might have been trying to break in. I looked at the clock. It read 9:45PM. There was still another three hours to go before my parents were scheduled to return.

I had decided to call my best friend Tony to tell him what was going on. When I picked up the telephone, the line was dead. No dial tone, no busy signal, no nothing. Shivers ran up my spine.

The noise had gotten louder. I pressed the disconnect button a few times, hoping that the telephone would clear up and I would be allowed to make the call.

Then there was a knock at the window. I did not dare turn to look at it. With the remote control still in hand, I turned up the volume on my television as loud as it would go. I headed towards my bedroom door and walked into the hallway.

As I walked throughout my house, checking all the phones, I kept getting feelings of tightness stretch across my face and throughout my entire body with tension building in the nape of my neck.. It felt as if someone was squeezing my insides. I paused when I reached the last phone of the house. The phone in the kitchen. It was also inoperable. I placed it back down on the reciever and stood there motionless. The house was silent, except for the roar of laughter coming from my television set.

I figured that maybe I was just freaked out and thought about just going back to my room and going to sleep. It had been a long day and the phones did act up sometimes. See earlier that day my friends and I had discussed some legend about a kid who had been lynched and how his soul had never been properly layed to rest. I was still kind of spooked that night.

I was heading back towards my room when I heard the volume of my television go down. I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt a cold breeze coming from my bedroom, even though I had distinctively remembered having left my windows shut. It wasn't summertime yet.

I felt like making a run for the backdoor, but whoever was in my room may not have been alone. They may have had someone waiting for them or for me, outside. A dark shadowy figure appeared on the floor, heading out of my bedroom towards the hallway where I stood. I began to back up. My eyes did not loose contact with the developing shape.

Before I made my way to the kitchen the telephone rang. I hurled my neck around and faced the previously dead telephone. I couldn't answer it. I could no longer move.

A noise sounded from the livingroom which was off from the kitchen. I heard a voice forming. It was my father's voice. It was the answering machine intercepting the call. "You've reached the Cornwell's. We can't take you're call. Leave a messge," followed by a beep. There was a horrid sound that followed. I could hear screams of mercy. A child's voice. Telling whoever was bothering him to stop. He begged for mercy. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please don't hurt me." "Shut up nigger. You gonna get what's coming to you."

I stood there. The shadow had not moved either. I didn't know what to do. I could still hear the screams on the answering machine. Laughter soon followed as the screams began to cease. There was another beep and then silence.

The shadow began to move again. I was able to see the shoes. They were worn down brown loafers. The pants cuffs that rested upon them were in shreds. I didn't want to see anymore. I closed my eyes and stood there. I prayed to Jesus. I prayed to Mary. I prayed to anyone that would listen. My body began to shiver. A feeling of embracement came upon me. A wetness developed down below and I was too afraid to care. Too in shock to feel embarrassed. Then I felt images enter my mind as a cold feeling swept across my entire body. It lasted for a second and then it ended. My body temperature returned and the visions left. I don't remember what they were.

I peaked one eye open. Nothing was there. The shadow was gone and the presence had disappeared. Both eyes were opened as I looked down at myself to see how bad my accident had been. I almost screamed out of my mind when I saw that I was not covered in urine, but I was covered in blood. I looked clearly at the floor and there were blood tracks leading from my room, through the hallway, into the kitchen, and right at the bottom of my feet. I looked behind me and saw that the tracks had continued all the way to the backdoor. The door was completely covered in that same sanguine fluid. I was too afraid to accept the fact that something had went through me. Something that I could not explain. I began to shake. I shook. And I shook. Everything went dark, and the next thing I knew was that I was in my bed.

My parents never mentioned anything to me about it. I even went to check the answering machine for new messages. There were none. I asked my parents if there had been any messages and they told me that there hadn't been. It had all been a dream. Well at least that was what I thought. My friends and I were soon haunted and terrorized by the same apparition that had traveled through me. They same one who had put that message on my family's answering machine. He was out to get us.

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