Horror || Ghost Vaticinators

 This is a small horror story. It’s written in two parts. The second part is found here Ghost Vaticinators Part 2

Part1:

I am Elisha, I lived with one my best friends, Mike in a small house in the outskirts of Seattle. We moved from New Jersey few days back because of Mike’s transfer. It was an esoteric small town and people were very friendly and they happened to know each other quite well. I believe because of a small population it’s not hard to remember names and know each other. Mike and I had been best friends since the very first day of my work where we met. He was friends with my boss. Within a week he asked me out and I accepted to go out with him as he seemed not only friendly, but also very caring. And just like any other couple we planned to introduce each other to parents, when he mentioned for the first time that he had lost his in a car crash. On the very day when I introduced Mike to my parents, Mike proposed to me and we got engaged. Although my parents had always been a little skeptic about Mike, I never took their dubiety seriously. But then I believe every girl’s parents are a bit choosy and dubious when it comes to their daughter’s relationship. I trusted him a lot and we were living together, to be married in a couple of months. The place we lived was a small apartment with 3 rooms and a kitchen opening into the drawing room and a bath. We explored all of the rooms save one. The room was locked and was stuck badly so we preferred not to wrestle and break the door. Mike always used to go back to New Jersey every last two days of the month; he said he had being doing some other part time work as well. I never asked him what work, as he seemed to be worried about our future and I thought he was working hard for some extra money. As usual, Mike told he had to go out of town for a couple of days, but this time I was a bit scared as I was new in town. Yet, I thought I can manage, but the truth was I never lived alone. I got back from work, and I saw my bed was moved from its place. Prima Facie, I thought burglars had entered; probably they broke in and looted. But nothing was missing. In fact the bed was moved but the sheet on it was not, pillows were in place, and everything else was in their respective places. I got scared and called up mike to confirm, it wasn’t him or one of his poor jokes. He seemed bemused and said he was in New Jersey. I started to check every room to corroborate there was no intruder at home. I opened up every room but found everything perfect, except for I saw the third room for the first time since we moved. It was a quirky that the room opened at one go. I gathered myself and thought the best was not to think about it much as the more I’ll think the more I’ll picture gory events in my mind and I’ll end up scaring myself. I ordered food and after finishing the same, I crushed. The next thing I remember was waking up in the middle of the night as I heard my fiancé’s voice. I was baffled, as just few hours’ back he told me he was in New Jersey and that he will return after a day. So, Was I dreaming? Or did he come back early? IS it someone else? am I hearing voices? Suddenly my head was developing a coagulation of thoughts in my mind, some of them horrifying. Still, I mustered courage and climbed out of my bed only to find that it wasn’t just one voice but “voices” and most importantly all of them were originating from the third room, the room which was opened first time that very night. I was terrified as I myself scrutinized the same room before and found nothing odd. I dragged myself closer to the room and tried to listen intensely. I could make out my parent’s voice along with mike’s voice. There was dissension and they were fighting. I got scared but as I flowed with my emotions with shaky hands I pushed the door ajar. I was totally taken aback to see mike, and my parents standing, but something was different. They were not totally visible, their bodies were blurry, and they were somewhat “transparent”. As soon as I opened the door, all three of them looked at me and Mike smirked at me. I looked at him, with fear in my eyes and thousands of questions in my mind. In a jiffy, the blurry Mike picked up the side stand next to the bed in that room and hit my dad, and then my mom. He clobbered my Dad to death. I ran towards them, but just when I was about to touch my mother, everything went into thin air. I was standing in the room with the broken stand which was blown into smithereens. I was crying, my mind was going crazy. On the spur of the moment I saw a girl who looked just like me, sitting at the corner of the room, her eyes were bleeding and she had scratches all over her body and a knife was pushed deep into her throat. She was so similar to me, so twin-like as if I was seeing myself in the mirror. I got up to her and she held my hand, jerked, and she said in a low tone “go away” and disappeared.

The next thing I remember was I saw mike standing next to my bed in the local hospital ward. He explained me that my neighbors found me unconscious in the kitchen and took me to the hospital. It was quite incredible that I skipped one whole day of my life, and most importantly I was in the kitchen, not in the third room where I was supposed to be. After I was discharged from the hospital, I reiterated the actual episode to Mike, but he didn’t pay any credence instead blamed me for my lack of responsibility and maturity. A week passed and I almost forgot the incident, thinking it was just a bad dream and my mind was playing games, although at several occasions I woke up in the morning only to find my furniture moved from its respective places. I ignored them, taking them to be mike’s pranks. But one day, at the grocery I saw the “girl” again, the twin-like girl standing at the end of the store. She was in torn clothes which when I focused harder found it to be one of my frocks and she had the exact same look, the first time I saw her. Her eyes were bleeding and the knife was half way down her throat. I was shocked, petrified. She was trying to communicate with me, when suddenly a fellow shopper passed through her and she disappeared. No one else saw her but me. Curiosity didn’t let me breathe in peace, there were many questions revolving in my mind and I wanted answers. I thought it might be the soul of my twin or my sibling, but my parents ascertained me that I was their only child, my mother neither had lost any child in her womb nor had twins. I went to my neighbour’s place the very same day and interrogated who were the occupants before we moved. At first they were reluctant and loathing but soon they broke the silence and revealed two verities. Firstly they said “your “fiance” lived here before you moved” and secondly my house was haunted with several specters.


To be continued .... Ghost Vaticinators Part 2