torn up, I hope they find her,” Mike
said.
The rest of the evening Mike stayed
silent, he was more withdrawn that he used to be and Sarah can see
the major changes in him. Later that night she woke up in bed
alone, she thought he may be in the bathroom and looked over and
seen the light was out so he wasn’t in there. Sarah got up and
peeked around the corner to the living room and seen Mike standing
and facing the fireplace, he was talking as if someone was standing
there beside him.
“ I can’t do it anymore;
you will have to find what you need on your own. I just can’t do
it,” Mike said…. “No, not my children, that’s not an option! …Okay,
okay just give me time to think and I’ll come up with something.
I’ll find another.”
Sarah tip toed back to bed
as fast as she could and covered up, she lay there on her side like
she was asleep but she was wide awake now. He was talking to
himself like something was going to happen to their kids if he
didn’t do something. There was no one
there, he was talking to the fireplace, oh my God, was he talking
to a ghost? Sarah thought to herself. Mike
came back to bed about an hour later and went to sleep; Sarah
didn’t get much rest that night she was worried about her children,
and her own safety.
The next morning Mike decided to stay
home from work, he was coughing and sneezing and running a fever,
Sarah gave him some medicine and told him to stay in bed. An hour
later Sarah left for the food bank and just couldn’t get over how
much Mike is changing, he never missed a day’s work before, and she
was wondering what he keeps doing down in the basement.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Sarah was sitting on the side of the
bed telling him to wake up while shaking his shoulder. He found it
strange that she would be there because she just left for work; he
rubbed his eyes and when he opened them he noticed that her nose
was blue, he rubbed them again and her eyes and mouth were red but
she still had a big smile and sounded the same as usual. She leaned
close to him, face to face. “Give me a little kiss sweetie,” she
said moving closer.
He knew something was wrong and just
figured he must be dreaming he closed his eyes and moved closer to
her ready to kiss her lips when he heard a laugh, that loud raspy
laugh. Suddenly it was Uncle Silas sitting on the side of his bed
face to face with him laughing loudly.
“ So Mikey, I hear you
don’t wanna bring me some new blood like your aunt always did for
me.”
“ I… I,” Mike
stuttered.
“ Shut up,” Silas screamed
and the light came on and glowed bright and red. “The deal is, you
bring me something to kill and I don’t kill your kids, that Mary is
a sweet little thing, her blood would be so good, so
sweet.”
“ You bastard! You stay
away from her,” Mike said sternly.
“ Oh, I am a bastard Mike
there’s no doubt, but I will not stay away from her, I’ll keep her
here with me forever if I want, you need to understand who is in
charge here.”
“ You’re sick,” Mike said
moving away from him.
“ You have no idea how
sick. Do you, Mikey?” Silas stood up and pulled out a knife and
began stabbing into the air and swinging the knife violently like
he was slicing someone open. “I love to kill children Mikey, their
screams are like music to my ears and their innocent blood is so
yummy I need it. Now stop being a whiney little girl and get me
some blood.”
Chapter 13
Mike took a shower and got dressed;
all he could think of was Teddy and Mary. He couldn’t let this
twisted ghost take them from him; he was having regrets now for
even taking this house from his aunt. When she died the lawyer that
handled the estate gave him a sealed letter from her explaining
that whoever lives in the house, from time to time has to bring a
ghost named Uncle Silas someone to murder. He was powerful and had
an appetite for killing that didn’t stop after his
death.
Mike didn’t take it very serious
said.
The rest of the evening Mike stayed
silent, he was more withdrawn that he used to be and Sarah can see
the major changes in him. Later that night she woke up in bed
alone, she thought he may be in the bathroom and looked over and
seen the light was out so he wasn’t in there. Sarah got up and
peeked around the corner to the living room and seen Mike standing
and facing the fireplace, he was talking as if someone was standing
there beside him.
“ I can’t do it anymore;
you will have to find what you need on your own. I just can’t do
it,” Mike said…. “No, not my children, that’s not an option! …Okay,
okay just give me time to think and I’ll come up with something.
I’ll find another.”
Sarah tip toed back to bed
as fast as she could and covered up, she lay there on her side like
she was asleep but she was wide awake now. He was talking to
himself like something was going to happen to their kids if he
didn’t do something. There was no one
there, he was talking to the fireplace, oh my God, was he talking
to a ghost? Sarah thought to herself. Mike
came back to bed about an hour later and went to sleep; Sarah
didn’t get much rest that night she was worried about her children,
and her own safety.
The next morning Mike decided to stay
home from work, he was coughing and sneezing and running a fever,
Sarah gave him some medicine and told him to stay in bed. An hour
later Sarah left for the food bank and just couldn’t get over how
much Mike is changing, he never missed a day’s work before, and she
was wondering what he keeps doing down in the basement.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Sarah was sitting on the side of the
bed telling him to wake up while shaking his shoulder. He found it
strange that she would be there because she just left for work; he
rubbed his eyes and when he opened them he noticed that her nose
was blue, he rubbed them again and her eyes and mouth were red but
she still had a big smile and sounded the same as usual. She leaned
close to him, face to face. “Give me a little kiss sweetie,” she
said moving closer.
He knew something was wrong and just
figured he must be dreaming he closed his eyes and moved closer to
her ready to kiss her lips when he heard a laugh, that loud raspy
laugh. Suddenly it was Uncle Silas sitting on the side of his bed
face to face with him laughing loudly.
“ So Mikey, I hear you
don’t wanna bring me some new blood like your aunt always did for
me.”
“ I… I,” Mike
stuttered.
“ Shut up,” Silas screamed
and the light came on and glowed bright and red. “The deal is, you
bring me something to kill and I don’t kill your kids, that Mary is
a sweet little thing, her blood would be so good, so
sweet.”
“ You bastard! You stay
away from her,” Mike said sternly.
“ Oh, I am a bastard Mike
there’s no doubt, but I will not stay away from her, I’ll keep her
here with me forever if I want, you need to understand who is in
charge here.”
“ You’re sick,” Mike said
moving away from him.
“ You have no idea how
sick. Do you, Mikey?” Silas stood up and pulled out a knife and
began stabbing into the air and swinging the knife violently like
he was slicing someone open. “I love to kill children Mikey, their
screams are like music to my ears and their innocent blood is so
yummy I need it. Now stop being a whiney little girl and get me
some blood.”
Chapter 13
Mike took a shower and got dressed;
all he could think of was Teddy and Mary. He couldn’t let this
twisted ghost take them from him; he was having regrets now for
even taking this house from his aunt. When she died the lawyer that
handled the estate gave him a sealed letter from her explaining
that whoever lives in the house, from time to time has to bring a
ghost named Uncle Silas someone to murder. He was powerful and had
an appetite for killing that didn’t stop after his
death.
Mike didn’t take it very serious
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