by Anna Dobritt
Copyright © 2015 Anna Dobritt
Marie returned, followed by the twins. “Seems these two decided now was a good time to pile the cushions on to the floor and jump into them. They said they were playing alien invasion and had to jump in to save the humans who were trapped. I sometimes wonder where they get their vivid imagination.”
Andrew and Lori went to stand by Raven. “Auntie Raven, could you tell us a story?” Lori asked.
“Yeah, a scary story, with ghosts and monsters,” Andrew chimed in.
Raven glanced at Marie, raising an eyebrow. “They like scary stories and don’t have nightmares after hearing one. Go ahead.”
Raven left her seat to sit on the deck with her back against the house. Andrew and Lori sat in front of her waiting for her to start.
“Once there were twins by the names of Jordan and Jessica. The two were very close, so close in fact, that they could read each others’ thoughts and speak mind to mind.”
“Do they have blond hair like Andrew and me?” Lori asked.
“Yes. Both have blond hair and sky blue eyes.” Raven replied, and then continued the story.
“One day, while Jessica was home doing her homework, her brother Jordan decided he would rather ride his bike than study. One block over from them was an old abandoned house that kids at school said was haunted. Jordan thought this was all nonsense, but his twin believed it and told him to stay away from there. Of course, being a boy and headstrong, Jordan ignored his sister’s warning and rode his bike to the house and up the driveway. It was late afternoon and already the shadows were starting to gather around the place.
“Leaning his bike against the porch, Jordan climbed the creaking stairs and stood before the front door. The white paint was peeling off and it made the door look diseased. He grabbed the doorknob and turned it, surprised when it did. He thought for sure it would be locked, but the hinges creaked as he opened the door. the sound loud in his ears. His heart was going thumpity-thump, thumpity-thump, and sweat trickled down his face and back. This is silly, Jordan thought to himself. There are no such things as ghosts and this is just an old abandoned house. I’ll just take a quick look around and then go back home. Entering the living room, Jordan noticed the furniture covered in old sheets full of holes and rips.
Graying brown carpeting covered the floor and the air smelled musty, and full of dust motes.
Walking through the living room, he felt a shiver as a voice whispered. “Free us! Free us! Release us from our prison!” As he walked further into the room, he jumped at a loud creak and slam. The door had closed! Running back he tried to open it, but it was stuck fast. Now he was starting to get scared and wished he had never come into the house.
Lori and Andrew sat before Raven, eyes wide, leaning toward her.
Back at home, Jessie was finishing her English homework and looked up when she felt a chill. Knowing her brother was in trouble, she used their unique gift, and called out to him. “Jordan? Jordan, are you all right?”
“Jess, help! I can’t get out of the house! I’m hearing voices whispering too!”
“You at the old Brillon house?” she asked as she got to her feet and headed for the back door.
“Yes! Please, get me out of here, Jessie!”
“All right. I’m on my way,” she reassured him as she hurried out the door to the garage to get her bike, and grabbing a crowbar as well.
Huddled near the front door, Jordan tried to block out the whispers by shoving his fingers in his ears, but he still heard them. “Free us! Free us! Please release us from our prison!”
“Leave me alone!” He cried out, swearing never to go into old abandoned buildings again.
“Release us! End our torment!” The voices continued to cry in his mind.
Andrew and Lori sat with their arms wrapped around their drawn up knees. Raven smiled at her captivated audience. The adults were also listening. When Raven glanced at Jennie, her love gave her a wink and a smile.
“Who are you?” Jordan finally asked. “Where are you?”
“Upstairs in the crystal!” Came the answer from everywhere and nowhere.
Not thinking about what could happen, Jordan made his way up the stairs to the second floor, each step creaking and groaning. The voices directed him to a library and there, sitting on a wooden stand, was a large six-sided crystal. It was perfect in every detail and when Jordan touched it, he found it pulsed like a heartbeat.
Picking the crystal up, he looked around. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Break the crystal, set us free!” came the reply.
Raising his arm over his head, Jordan threw the crystal to the ground as hard as he could. For a moment, it looked as if nothing had happened, and then a faint hum filled the room. The crystal broke into six pieces and a mist started to rise from it. Jordan backed away, wondering what he released.
The mist took on the shape of six human-like figures, but he couldn’t make out whether they were male or female, young or old. The tallest one floated before him. “We thank you for freeing us. Now we can continue with our work. We will meet again, one day.”
Staring in astonishment, Jordan watched as the mists made their way to a crack in the library window and slipped through. As they disappeared, Jessie opened the front door and came running inside.
“Jordan! Jordan, where are you?” she called out, wielding the crowbar she had brought with her.
Jordan gathered up the broken crystal and put the pieces in his pocket before going downstairs. “I’m coming, Jessie, “he called back. After one last look at the cracked window, Jordan made his way downstairs, giving his sister a hug when he saw her. “Did you use the crowbar to open the door?” he asked as the two of them walked through the living room and out the door.
“No. It opened without a problem. What happened in there? You look odd.”
“Remember how I said there are no such things as ghosts?” he asked as they got back on their bikes to ride home.
“I’ve changed my mind. There are stranger things than ghosts in this world, Jessie, and I think I just saw one of them,” he said as he started pedaling down the drive way. He told her about the voices, the crystal, what he did, and what he saw after breaking the crystal.
Jessie thought this over as she rode at his side. “Wonder what it means, Jordan.”
“I don’t know, but I bet we’ll find out one day. I have the feeling whatever was trapped in that crystal is up to something.” Was all he said as they headed for home.
Back home, Jordan went to his room, placing the broken crystal in his desk drawer. He then headed to the kitchen to help set the table for dinner.
The crystal in the drawer started to glow and the pieces rejoined, until once more there was a perfect six-sided crystal. The glow faded and the crystal waited.
Andrew and Lori clapped at the end of the story, Andrew asking, “What happens to the mists and the crystal?”
While at the same time Lori asked, “Can Andrew and I read each other thoughts and speak to each other with our minds? We’re twins too.”
Raven leaned forward, giving them hugs. “That is a story for another day, Andrew. And Lori, you never know unless you try.” She got to her feet and returned to the table. From her pocket, she brought out her cigarettes and lighter, wishing she could have another beer.
“Andrew, Lori, get cleaned up, dinner will be ready shortly,” Marie said.
The twins ran inside the house. Jason shook his head, returning his attention to the steaks. “Interesting story, Raven.”
“Meant to make it a ghost story, but it twisted into something else,” she admitted, blowing a few smoke rings.
“That would make an interesting book,” Marie suggested.
“I might do that, Marie. When I get home I’ll write it down and see where to go from there.” Raven gave her a smile.