The+Haunting

Mary Margareta was only nine years old when she got typhoid fever in her house in Virginia. Every day for five months, she got sicker and sicker until finally she died. Her family moved out, not being able to stand living in the same house their beloved daughter died in. Soon after they moved, strange things started happening. Many families tried to live there, but all moved away, warning the next occupants of the strange things like the doors slamming shut and the lights flickering out. Some even claimed to have seen Mary appear to them, warning them to leave or meet the same fate she had oh so many years ago. Then one day, the Jacksons moved in. Kailey had heard all of the ghost stories about the house they were moving into. Her mother was ecstatic what with her love of all things psychic and mysterious. Kailey thought that fortunetellers and such were total hoaxes, but that didn’t stop her from thinking that there was something eerie about the house. It was the chill she experienced as she walked in the door. A foreboding presence, something warning her that this house was not somewhere she would want to live. “Isn’t it amazing Kailey!” her mother gushed, rushing around the house, examining everything like a kid in a candy shop. “It’s so eccentric! I love it!” “Sure mom.” Kailey sighed. The chill was back, so she decided to check out her new room. She walked slowly up the stairs. She chose a small but elegant room, with large windows and floral trim on the cream colored walls. “You know,” Kailey’s mother started, “this is the room where Mary Margareta died. Are you sure you want it? Hope the ghosts don’t come spook you at night!” “Mom, I don’t believe in ghosts!” Kailey explained. The thing was, the room did kind of give her the creeps now that she thought of it. She was much too proud to tell her mom though. She’d be so excited that Kailey had become a believer that she would rush her over to the nearest psychic in town for a séance. Kailey ran downstairs to grab her boxes and brought them up to her room. She was pulling out her bed sheets when her door slammed shut. “Mom?” she ventured. “Is that you? If it is, it’s really not funny.” Kailey heard the giggling of a little girl. “Hello?” She followed the laughter to the attic door. “No way am I going up there!” she declared. Kailey walked back to her room, wondering all the way what the giggling could have been. The thought of a ghost entered her mind, but she quickly banished it. There was no such thing as ghosts. She was turning into her mother. “I’m going to bed mom!” Kailey yelled to her mother. “Are you okay, sweetie? It’s only 8:30!” her mother replied, concern entering her voice. “Just tired from unpacking! I want to get an early start tomorrow!” “Okay! Good night!” Kailey climbed the stairs to her room. Upon reaching it, she felt a chill, and the lights flickered. “There’s no such thing as ghosts, there’s no such thing as ghosts” Kailey muttered to herself, trying to calm her jumpy nerves. She crawled under the covers in her room and soon fell into a restless sleep. Kailey woke with a start, it was almost midnight. ‘The Witching Hour’, as her mother called it. She heard the mysterious giggling from earlier. “This isn’t funny, whoever you are!” she said into the darkness. The giggling continued. Kailey decided to follow it. She grabbed a flashlight from a box, switched it on, and started on her way. The giggles lead her to the attic. Kailey took a deep breath, grabbed a chair from the soon-to-be-kitchen in the next room, and yanked on the attic door in the ceiling. A cloud of dust enveloped her head. After a brief cough attack, she entered the musty attic. Kailey looked across the rotting floorboards and saw a little girl, maybe eight or nine. “Hey, how did you get up here? Are you okay?” Kailey started to make her way across the floor, careful to avoid the rotting floorboards. Just as she reached a particularly bad part of the floor, she noticed something. “Wait a minute, how come I can see through-ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” Kailey screamed as she fell through the rotting floorboards, through the ceiling of another room and into the living room. As the clock stroke 12 midnight, Kailey Jackson’s world turned black. Mary Margareta had taken her latest victim.