Cursed with a Ghost of Death

A grey pick up truck halted metres away from a 10 foot tall rotten old gate. It had cobwebs and all kind of nasty stuff on it as it guarded a one storey tall house behind it.The house was a perfect example of a haunted house. It had cobwebs literally everywhere. The windows that were shut close. The roof. Everywhere!Five teenagers were seated inside the truck - three guys and two girls - who were there for one thing. Adventure."Okay, guys. We're here." Mark, the guy in the driver seat turned and spoke to the rest sitting in the back seat."Alright, let's do this!" His girlfriend, Sadie, sang immediately after."Let's go!" Peter, one of the guys sitting in the back seat held the car door beside him and was about to push it open-"Wait!""Ugghh!" They all whined and sank back deep in their seats, "Of course, she must have something to say!" Mark complained frustratingly."I'm just worried about us! I have a really bad feeling about this." Nelly, the second girl who had stopped them e

Twenty years later.Seconds before the alarm would go blaring loudly, she stretched her left hand towards it, turning it off. She grabbed her phone along while returning her hand and brought it to her face, opening her eyes sluggishly.6:30am. Sitting up slowly, she fell back immediately. Just a little more...'Brrrrrrrr!' The loud sound of the alarm rang abruptly, waking her up properly this time with her jolting up, turning it off and running towards the bathroom. She always sets the alarm to ring a minute after 6:30 because she always gives into the sleep's temptation just after stopping the first one from blaring. Out of the bathroom and into the closet, she comes out again in an overly sized black sweatshirt over loose denim jeans. Her hair was bonded in a messy bun with loose strands practically everywhere. She began to tidy up the disarrayed room; her blanket, books, and some socks were scattered all over the room.After doing that, she took out a pair of socks and put them

He smiled at them charmingly as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his jacket, waiting for the teacher's next instruction.Meanwhile, Isa's head had gone lower than usual. She's never liked being in the spotlight. In a place where she gets the whole attention towards her. Nah uh!And then what could be worse than that was if she was asked to do something in front of people - which again she unarguably hates! - and fails to do it. Woefully! She just wanted to go home right now. Or maybe to Pablo's."Well, you're welcome, Mr. Jackson. Please do take a seat. You too, Miss Davies." Mr. Mark stretched his hand towards the rows of students seated.There were empty seats at the end of the most of the rows. One of which belonged to Isa.They both took a step to go through the midst of the first and second row at the same time and stopped immediately. At the same time.They made eye contact and Andre nodded for her to go first but instead of moving forward, she did the opposite.After movi

The driver paused for a moment, "It depends.""I'll pay you. Any amount!" Shut up! How much do you even have?!"It's not about the money. Why do you want to go there?" His brows were furrowed slightly.How is that your business, sir? "To see someone." She replied him with that instead of the one her irresponsible and unrespectable mind had in stored."Who? If I may ask." Okay... "I mean, no one barely lives there anymore. It's near the outskirts of the town.""Well, because this person asked me to go there doesn't mean he lives there." Wow! This should be the longest in her speaking record today."Oh, He? Ahh, okay." He nodded with a knowing face.What? What- No! No, no, no, it's not-"Get in. I'll take you there." He finally said, smiling at her."Sir, it's-" Ahh, forget it! Why care now if he misunderstood you? He's not the first anyways.She sighed and opened the back passenger's door and entered, sitting at the right side of the back seat. "Ready?" He looked at her through the rea

After moving again, the carvings were only women and children. The men were far behind and were as still as statues. Some women were carved running back to them and some had already reached them. Those that had reached them were... were stru-... they were struck and strangled to death... by... by the men who seemed to either be their husbands, brothers or... son! Ah! Wh- Why?!She kept moving further. This time, those that were running were only the older and little children. Where... Where're their mothers?The women had become immobile just like the men had been. Like they were hypnotized to stay put or possessed by some... demon. Some children too were running back to their mothers just like the women did before. "No... don't." She shook her head as she muttered while touching the carvings like they could hear or feel her. Please, not the children. Not your children!But she could do nothing but watch the women strike and strangle them. She shook her head violently as she tried to