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Sunday, 30 January 2011

Spooky Story to Read Online - Demons, Curses and Talking Furniture

This great spooky story to read online was written by Sabreena's daughter before she was ten years old. If you like demons, curses and talking furniture, read on...



Chapter 1

It was Halloween and Emily was getting ready to go trick or treating. It was around 7 o’clock and she had just slipped into her witch costume.
“Emily, come downstairs! Edwina is arriving!” Called mum. Emily rushed down the stairs still pulling up her zip. There was a knock at the door.
“Here she is, now” Smiled mum, walking towards the door holding Emily’s trick or treat bag. “ Here you go” She handed it to Emily, and Emily walked out the door.
Emily walked up the garden path with Edwina and her mum.
“you two have fun now, come back here at 9 o’clock, OK, Emily?” Said her mum, kissing Emily on the head, and heading back inside.
“Let’s go up my lane first” Smiled Emily. They walked off down Emily’s lane, and knocked on Mrs Thistle’s front door.
“TRICK OR TREAT” They cried, holding out their bags. She dropped 2 chocolate bars into each bag. They made their way up Emily’s lane, then went up
Daisy Avenue
. At the end of
Daisy Avenue
, (which was quite a long road) they arrived at the old McKinley house. The garden was spooky, dark and scary. The house was high, dark and creepy. This house was the most scariest house in the village.
Old McKinley once lived there, now it’s known to be haunted. A girl, called Ella had once trick or treated there. She was invited in, by McKinley, and she wasn’t seen after that. Some say she was killed, some say she was hypnotised. But, there was one thing for sure, nobody lives there now.
“I’m not going up there!” Cried Edwina shivering. “That’s too spooky!”
“Oh, you fraidy cat!” Laughed Emily, pushing her from behind, so she jumped with fright.
“If it’s so un scary, why don’t you go up there?” Said Edwina opening the gate. “Or are you too scared?”
“No!” Cried Emily, strutting up the path. As she was out of sight, she turned back, and saw Edwina, trying to spot her in the darkness. Emily felt coldness around her.
Emily quickly knocked on the door, and instead of silence, the door creaked open.
Emily gasped.




Chapter 2

Emily stepped in. A fire was burning, and the room seemed dimly warm. When she had stepped in far enough, the door slammed behind her. She jumped in fright.
Suddenly, she saw a pale face staring at her.
“Who are you?” Said the person. From her voice, you could tell it was a girl.
“Let me out!” Cried Emily. “Let me out!” She was pulling at the door handle, but it wouldn’t move.
“I’m sorry, new comer, Door  won’t let you out, when I’m here” She whispered, putting her hand on Emily’s shoulder.
“What do you mean, he won’t let you go?” Asked Emily.
“She isn’t going anywhere, with me as her door!” Said a big booming voice, coming from the door.
“What’s that?” Whispered Emily, running into the middle of the room.
“ That’s the obnoxious door, sweetheart’ don’t talk to him, ees’ trouble!” Said a strange women voice, coming from the sofa.
“All my furniture talks you see, they are all my friends, except Door, here” Said the girl. “Hi, I’m Ella”
“Ella?” Asked Emily. “Why are you here?”
“I can’t get out, my master doesn’t allow me too” Sighed Ella, bowing her head.
“Who’s your master?” Asked Emily again.
“Oh, he’s the foulest, most meanest and power fullest, demon in this country” Cried Ella sadly. “What’s that, I feel it in my heart! He’s coming! Hide, young girl, hide!”
Emily rushed over to the sofa, and hid beside it, in a small gap between the chair and sofa.
Ella quickly bowed to her knee’s, just in time, as a big black figure walked in.
“Get up ,you lazy goat!” It cried, in a horrible voice.
“Yes, master” Whispered Ella.
“Get me some blood, servant!” He cried, sitting down on the sofa.
“Hey Ella!” Cried the sofa. “Don’t give him too much blood, he needs to loose weight, I should know! He sits on me every night!”
Emily watched in horror, as Ella stabbed her own arm, and blood came dripping out into a blue cup. After it was full, she brought it to her master. He drunk it all, then left.


Chapter 3

Afterwards, Emily came out of hiding.
“Why do you let him do such monstrous things to you?” Asked Emily, angry at the demon.
“He has hypnotised me, to do what he pleases, it’s my curse” Ella sighed, a tear running down her cheek.
“I’ll help you loose your curse” Said Emily jumping.
“You wouldn’t last a day as a curtain over here, leftie!” Cried the right hand side curtain.
“Stop being mean, Righty, let’s hold strings and make up” Said the other side.
“Stop being mean Righty!” Cried Ella.
“Does everything in this house talk?” cried Emily rhetorically.
Every single object in the house cried at the top of their lungs (if they had any, which of course they didn’t) “YES”
“What’s that your reading?” Asked Emily, sitting down on the sofa.
“Ooh! Now, that fat demons but was hard and lumpy, but yours sweetheart is fabulous. Your buts like a feather!”  Laughed sofa.
“It’s a spell book” Sighed Ella. “I can’t do any spells with a curse on me, I wasn’t much good anyway”
“How did you get here, and cursed?” Asked Emily. Ella sat next to her on the sofa, holding the spell book in her cold hands.
“Well, I was trick or treating here, and then the man invited me in…it’s all a blur now though” She held her head, then clasped her heart. “He’s coming back, hide Emily, hide!”
Emily squeezed back into her hiding place, and watched as the beast entered.
“I need more blood” He snorted, snuggling himself onto the sofa. “What’s that I smell, human?” He sniffed, while she emptied her blood into the cup. Halfway across the room she fell, with the cup still in her hand.
“Oh, no” Chuckled the demon. “I seem to have drank all her blood, I need more, more, that smell must be the blood” As he said this he left, happily, looking for more blood to devour. Ella lay, motionless, on the cold wood floor.






Chapter 4

Emily jumped to Ella’s side.
“It’s that monster, he’s devoured all her innocent little blood” Cried Sofa.
“Maybe there’s a…erm…spell…yes! A spell! Where is her spell book?” Cried Emily, hopping towards the sofa. She picked up the book, and read the spell to give blood.
Emily bowed her head in towards Ella’s, and opened her mouth, and gently sang a tune. Her voice spread through the whole house, bringing even the most selfish of objects to be beckoned. They all listened, and with out a doubt, liked it. Ella’s head lifted.
“You, you Emily, you saved me!” Cried Ella, hugging Emily.
“She’s alive! My darling little daughter!” Cried the sofa, shaking.
“Daughter?” Asked Emily.
“No, my real mother is Shelley McKim” Said Ella, still squeezing Emily. “Emily, you have magical powers, we can’t explain them!”
“Shelley McKim?” Cried Emily in shock. “That’s my aunty!” 
“it can’t be!” Shouted Ella letting go. “That would mean…”
“Your cousins?” Smiled Leftie.
“We are cousins? My mum, Suzan, never told me Shelley had a daughter, let alone child!” Cried Emily.
“Are you going to help me find a spell to unlock that beastly door, and get my curse lifted?” Asked Ella, handing Emily the spell book. “here’s the page! Look, look, say it to that door!” Ella had changed in somewhat ways, since Emily had first met her. She had become more happy, and confident, and now she knew they were related, a bit confused.
“Don’t you dare spell me!” Shouted door angrily.
Emily read the words, and whispered to the door, while pointing her fingertips at it, and the door flung open.
Emily walked out, normally, but being locked inside a house for years, you would want to make the most of new air, new sights…
“This air, is so, windy, and fresh” Smiled Ella, touching the grass.
“and this grass, it’s so…soft, wet, hmmm”
“Hurry up Ella, we need to get to my house!” Cried Emily.





Chapter 5

“Is this your house?” Asked Ella, as they walked up to Emily’s front door.
They knocked on the door, and as her mum opened the door she jumped with joy and hugged and kissed her.
“Where have you been?” She cried.
“We have no time, mum!” Said Emily. “When did you plan on telling me that the Ella girl, was my cousin?”
“You...you’ve found her?” She gasped. “Ella, my niece, is that you? I have to call Shelley!” She pushed Ella to her heart, and they rushed in.
“Quickly, El!” Whispered Emily. They sat down inside holding the spell book.
“So, this is my long lost niece, and Shelley’s long lost daughter. Edwina has been worried sick about you Emily, she was practically in tears, when she explained what happened. And you’ve actually found her, inside the house. How did you get food…and, who looked after, oh, Ella, you’ve grown so tall…” Mum began, the door opened. In the doorway, there stood Aunty Shelley.
She had blonde wavy hair, spotty, (and a little chubby) face. Her clothes were trendy, and she stared at Ella like she hadn’t seen her for 5 years. (Infact, that is pretty much what did happen).
The same looked crossed Ella’s face, and she arose and ran towards Shelley. They hugged and kissed, and mostly cried for about 5 minutes, when Ella fell onto the ground, clasping her heart.
“He’s coming! He’s coming! He knows where I am, help me! Help!” She cried. Shelley fell to her knee’s and comforted Ella.
“He can’t find you!” Emily shouted, sitting with Shelley, comforting Ella.
“Who is coming sweetheart?” Asked Shelley.
“My master, I feel it! It’s the curse!” She wept, curling and twisting on the floor.
“ it’s the curse, she got it from the owner of the old house she was in. It’s a curse, we need to un do it!” Emily said, as Ella sat up.
“He’s gone” She panted.
“The spell book, pass me the spell book!” Cried Emily. Mum passed her the book.
“Mmm…lets see…this spell is meant for two” Sighed Emily.




Chapter 6

“You can do spells?” Asked mum.
“Oh, Susan, you’ve given it to her! She has magic too!” Laughed Shelley, sitting with Ella and rocking her calmly.
“You mean…you know magic?” Cried Emily, surprised.
“Let’s do the spell then” Smiled mum, and they chanted out words together.
Ella started shouting and crying again, he was coming closer, and suddenly it just stopped.
“it’s worked! Emily, oh thank you!” Cried Ella happily.
You’d think that was the end of Ella and Emily’s torture was over, but it was not.
After Emily and Ella explained all about it, mum and Shelley decided it was time to take action and kill the demon.
“Right, Shelley, lets look up the spell to kill this demon” Said mum, flipping through the pages of the book. It was old now, but looked new before.
“This is it…’to destroy evil…use: 3 people” Frowned mum reading the page out loud.
“I’ll do it with you and Shelley!” Cried Emily jumping up and down.
“Oh no dear, I don’t do magic anymore, it’s going to have to be you and Ella, and your mother” Frowned Shelley.
“Me? I can’t! I really can’t mother!” Wept Ella.
“Yes you can, Ella, you can…chant it with them” Smiled Shelley, stroking Ella’s blonde stringy hair.
“Han Key mead...” They chanted over and over again.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and in walked the man. Ella panted in fright.
“Keep going” Whispered Shelley, holding Ella’s hand tightly.
It was being drawn in, Ella got more and more afraid. It was only steps away, and just then, it fell. Dead. On the floor, motionless, he turned into dust.
“You’ve done it! Ella! My sweetheart!” Shelley cried happily. They all cheered, except Ella.
“I wasn’t telling the truth mother, it wasn’t him that stole me, it was orb” She whimpered quietly.




Chapter 7

“Who’s orb?” Asked Emily, sitting down with Ella.
“Its even worse that demon, it’s his father. He is more than thousands of years old! He gave me to his son, Demon. Orb, is the most scariest, I hadn’t seen him for 10 years, until then. I saw it in his eyes. I had never been scared of Demon, that was my curse. But Orb, he took me to the highest level. I’m scared mother” Cried Ella.
“We must find him” Frowned Shelley.
“No! We can’t find him! He’ll kill you!” Wept Ella.
“He is obviously not affected by spells by 3 people. We will have to bring in reinforcements.” Said mum.
“No! I’m not letting you, I’m not going! Good night!” Shouted Ella, going to bed. Every body else went to bed there too.

It was in the middle of the night, Ella was having nightmares. She jumped out of bed, and searched the house. Nobody was to be found. She called out, and Shelley came to her side.
“Where are the others?” She asked.
“Gone out to find this Orb” Whispered Shelley. “Now sweetheart, let’s get into bed”
“WHAT?” Cried Ella. “No! Why didn’t you stop them!”
“Because I was trying to help you” She smiled.
“How is it helping me?” Wept Ella. “The only thing it does is give me a bloody heart attack!”
“It’s helping you face your fear, your lucky we don’t make you kill him yourself” Shelley said. “Now, into bed”
Ella was left crying in her bed, with Shelley comforting her. What
Would happen with Orb? Will Emily and her mother die? Will Ella finally give in and fight Orb, or will Emily, Shelley and Susan have to pay Ella’s price?

By Sabreena's Daughter 2005

Spooky Story to Read Online - demons, curses and talking furniture

Sunday, 23 January 2011

Time Travelling Story by Sabreena

This time travelling story is a short story to read online, about 1700 words long.
Its title is Bridge Hay.



Bridge Hay
We start, far out at sea. The ocean stretches all around, flat and glittering in the sunlight. We are rushing forward, just above the surface of the waves, close enough that we can taste the salt on our lips and even see the dark shapes of fish swimming beneath them. There is a feeling of mounting excitement as we speed along and sure enough, before long a strip of purple land appears on the horizon. The land comes closer quickly; we can see the white spray breaking against the tumbled rocks and cliffs. Our path is changing, veering; we are making for a break in the cliffs where a wild, semi-wooded valley makes its way down to the sea. All at once, we are high above the valley and by the soft reds, greens and golds of the trees, we can see it is Autumn. As we look down, a spear of sunlight illuminates one particular patch of woodland. To this part of the forest, by the effect of the light on the russet and amber curves of the foliage, we are irresistibly drawn. We fly closer – and it is only now you realise we are indeed flying – and find ourselves descending to the forest’s edge. There, I set you down gently, and then throw myself back into the air, glad to be free of my burden. It is your story now.
You find yourself on a patch of open hillside, covered with rough grass and bushes. Above you, a forest begins; below, at the bottom of the field, stands a large, graceful house. As you rise to your feet to look at it, the memories come rushing back – not in a flood, but in ones and twos – in brilliant images. The name of the house; Bridge Hay. The four children that had lived there, each with a bedroom looking out onto the hillside, and the marvellous adventures that befell them.
You gaze happily at the house. There are chimney stacks reaching up from both sides of the sloping roof, as well as one taller one in the middle. The white-painted front faces out across the valley and the sea, but the back of the house is of brown stone and gives out into the hillside, with the woods only a short distance away. The four identical gable windows, all in a row, are the very windows that the four children looked out of on that winter night so many years ago. Those woods, so sunny and gentle-looking now, are the same storm-lashed forest that they dared to enter.
On that night, the children threw aside their patchwork quilts and climbed out of the wooden cots with carved sides, in which they slept. Shivering, they pulled on clothes, and lighted candles to take with them – but who could keep a candle alight in such a gale? The forest outside had been turned by the storm into a black, howling beast. Yet all four children had answered the summons when it came, for they shared the same adventurous spirit.
The wind flung sheets of rain over them, soaking them to the skin as they crossed the hillside; their way fitfully lit as the clouds opened and closed their angry fists on the moon. As they reached the forest’s edge the roar of the wind through the trees rolled out like the voice of a creature deep inside it, and the darkness ahead was profound. Still they did not hesitate, and plunged into the blackness.
Slipping on wet leaves, whipped by branches, they lost one another at once and their frightened cries rose up to join the wind’s lament. Then they passed, as if through a veil, and found the place that had called them. It was a forest still, but silent now and empty; full of solemn grandeur. They tip-toed, holding their breath, through trees huger and more stately than any they’d grown up with.
Then out of the silence came music, wild music but muted, and they felt themselves growing until their heads were level with the giant trees, and then far above them. Then they looked down, and the treetops were clover leaves, and they were in a sweet sunny meadow dotted with friendly ash and birch. Scattered around were lumps of grey and brown stone. The children began to explore – but, stop. You are a story maker, not a story teller. Walk on, go to the house, see who lives there now!
Obediently, eagerly, you obey, hurrying down the hillside, feeling the ground bump beneath your feet. As the house grows nearer, you become more excited. You can feel the magic pouring off the house, from its doors, gables and window-panes. The trees around seem welcoming and as you breathe in, even the air tastes sweet – just as you remember. Cautiously, you approach the three white semicircular steps that lead up to the garden gate. An oval sign in black, white and pink enamel reads BRIDGE HAY, with a sprig of blossom painted above it.
The front of the house is stately and calm. Tall windows are placed so their panes reflect the glory of the setting sun. The well-tended lawns and gardens slope gently down the hill. After passing through the small white gate, there are two ways to go – to the left, down a gravel drive to the grand frontage, or to the right, up a small, brokenly-paved path. This is the path you follow, leading between two over-heavy laurel bushes up to a kitchen door that looks as if it could do with a lick of paint. You hesitate at the door, knock, and then push it open. You glimpse the kitchen, paved with red flagstones, but before you can observe any more, a crowd of children in dirty pinafores come racing out at full speed, all with their mouths open, and yelling at the tops of their voices. You dart to one side and let them pass through the doorway; whereupon they scatter and their pursuer comes to an abrupt halt.
“Brats!” she screams after them but they are out of sight by now. She is dressed as a housekeeper, and she has a harassed look about her.
“Brats,” she repeats in a much more subdued tone, “How’m I expected to do my work when I’m plagued by such a set of demons?”
She begins, with small touches, to put her uniform and her hair, which is sadly disarrayed, back in place. When she has finished, some of the hectic colour had disappeared from her cheeks.
“So,” she says, “Sit down, stranger, and tell me your news. I’ve work to do, and work must wait on visitors.”
You ask her about the children. Was she still living in the house when they had their famous adventures? The question appears to affect her deeply. She heaves a great sigh. “If only you knew,” says she, “of the battles I’ve fought to keep this house going. Things were different in those days. We had quite an establishment. Oh, everybody used to come here in the old days, when the master and mistress were still here – everybody! And then, of course, there were the children. Such lovely children – and so brave! But still – they’re all gone now. There’s only me left. And those brats from the village, that plague the life out of me.”
“Something terrible must have happened?” you surmise softly.
The housekeeper nods vigorously and meets your eyes with her own full of tears. “If only you knew,” she repeats, “how much I’ve struggled. It used to be a busy house – full of activity. Each in their proper place and all with a part to play. And Christmases – I wixh you could have seen one of our Christmases – the lights, the food, the singing and dancing, the decorations –“
You feel a great compassion for the tired-looking housekeeper. In your wish to comfort her, you tell her how well the house looks, and how none of the old magic has been lost.
“Have you been here before, then?” she asks, a tiny spark of hope kindling in her eyes.
“Yes,” you tell her, “I was born and brought up in this very house.”
Her wrists shoot out from under her cuffs and she seizes your arms in a tight, bony grip.
“Who are you?” she demands urgently.
“I am a traveller in time,” you tell her, “I am exploring my past.”
“Time traveller, can you see the future?”
“Sometimes.”
“Then tell me – will this house ever be full again? Will the owners return and bring the house back to life? Will my labours be repaid, at last?”
Behind closed eyes, you see many pictures. You see Bridge Hay humming and full of people, children playing in the garden. You see it empty, but beautiful, with the housekeeper’s face at the window. You see it derelict, with branches growing in through the windows and ivy creeping over the flagstones. This is the image you concentrate on, and it becomes sharper. You see that parts of the house have tumbled down and that the forest has somehow got closer and now encircles the ruins.
When you open your eyes, the housekeeper is still looking at you expectantly. The words do not want to be said, but in the end you say them.
“Bridge Hay will be abandoned at last.”
She believes you completely. She begins to weep, a luxury she has not allowed herself for many years. She packs her bags, still weeping, and sets off for the open road, leaving behind the charge that has been her master for so long.
You watch her back as she disappears down the hillside. She does not look round and you are glad for her. You sit yourself down in the spacious front drawing room. There is plenty of time. Time to watch the house imperceptibly fall down around you. Time to watch the gradual encroachment of the forest until the tumbledown building is quite hidden from view. And finally time to wait, to wait for four children to discover the ruins...
by Sabreena 1992

To read about the reality of time travel, see my suite 101 article Psychic Tests show the Future can Predict the Past.