| Supernatural Fiction posted November 2, 2024 |
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A ghost needed help to be free of her eathtly bond.
A Ghost
by HarryT
An old ramshackle house stood at the end of our block. It was the last house before the entrance to the Deer County Forest Preserve. A rumor circulated that the family who lived there left because they believed the house was haunted and they didn’t want their children to be harmed. No one ever made an offer on the house, despite it being for sale for several years.
A few times when I passed the house on the way to jog in the forest preserve, I thought I heard voices from inside.
My girlfriend Lorie, Bill, Sally, and I decided to demonstrate that the belief in ghosts haunting the place was a myth.
On Halloween night, we entered the house. The thought if there was a ghost or ghosts, this was the night they would be most active. The four of us approached the wide wooden porch. We climbed the three cement stairs to the porch. Bill stepped onto the porch, which made a loud, protesting groan. The four of us walked to the entrance. Bill pushed the door, a loud creak echoed as the door opened wide. We slipped into a hallway and turned on our flashlights. Creepy, tangled webs hung from a light fixture. A musty smell spilled over us as we walked down the hall.
My girlfriend Lorie, Bill, Sally, and I decided to demonstrate that the belief in ghosts haunting the place was a myth.
On Halloween night, we entered the house. The thought if there was a ghost or ghosts, this was the night they would be most active. The four of us approached the wide wooden porch. We climbed the three cement stairs to the porch. Bill stepped onto the porch, which made a loud, protesting groan. The four of us walked to the entrance. Bill pushed the door, a loud creak echoed as the door opened wide. We slipped into a hallway and turned on our flashlights. Creepy, tangled webs hung from a light fixture. A musty smell spilled over us as we walked down the hall.
Bill commented, “It would really take a lot of work to get this house on the market again.” His dad is a real estate agent in town.
“C’mon,” I said, “let’s check this place out. If ghosts exist, wouldn’t they likely be in the living room or a bedroom?”
“Yes, maybe,” Lorie said.
As we turned to enter the living room. I put my arm out, stopping the others. “Did you hear that?”
“I didn’t hear anything,” Sally said.
“Listen,” I said.
Sally said, “We left the door open. It’s probably just the wind.”
"C’mon, let’s check out the master bedroom,” Bill said.
We walked down the hall, our flashlights searching the walls and the ceiling. We stopped by the master bedroom where whispers grew louder, more insistent. There was no doubt they were coming from the bedroom. As we opened the door and walked into the room, the temperature plunged. A cold, clammy hand seemed to brush against our cheeks, sending shivers down our spines.
Lorie grabbed my arm and said, "Did you feel that?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“I felt it,” Sally said. “It was like an icy hand touching my cheek.”
“Me too,” Bill chimed in.
“Look at the foot of the bed. There’s an old steamer trunk.” Lorie whispered.
The four of us looked to the dusty travel trunk. Lorie and Sally went to it and lifted the top with care. Inside were letters and photographs from the previous owners, a family by the name of Maxwell. The girls used their flashlights to examine the letters recounting a tragic love affair, a forbidden romance that concluded with betrayal and death. The ghost could only be the spirit of Amanda Maxwell.
“We’ve got to help her,” Sally said.
The girls were determined to put Amanda’s spirit to rest. But how?
Bill shared about his aunt’s spiritualism activities, including a séance where a dead boy’s spirit expressed gratitude for being freed from his earthy haunt.
"C’mon, really?” I said.
"Yes, Bill insisted. They sat in the circle, and held hands and softly chanted the boy’s name, and my aunt claimed his spirit showed up."
“Okay, let’s try it. What do we have to lose? We need to help her.” Sally said.
We sat on the bedroom floor and turned our flashlights up casting an eerie glow on the ceiling.
“Amanda, Amanda,” we called in unison, “Please come. We want to help you.” After the third chant, asking Amanda to reveal herself. The room grew cold, and a faint figure appeared in over the bed—a woman in a tattered dress, her eyes filled with sorrow. She told of her pain and her abusive husband. She couldn’t understand why she hadn’t been released from her earthly bind. Yes, she was mistaken to take a lover, but her husband was wrong to murder her.
Lorie called out, “How can we help you?”
Amanda answered, “Look in the trunk.”
Sally went to the trunk and discovered a diary. She picked up her flashlight and scanned the pages, and discovered the truth. Amanda’s jealous husband murdered her, and her spirit remained trapped in the house ever since. With this knowledge, we four began to chant, “Oh great heavenly spirit, please release Amanda from her earthy bond.” Over and over, as we chanted, the air grew warmer, and the figure of Amanda began to fade. She smiled, a look of gratitude in her eyes, before disappearing into the light.
We had freed Amanda’s spirit, and in doing so, we found a deeper connection with each other. Bill’s father fixed up the house and sold it to a young couple. Who are very happy in their new home. They did not report any eerie noises or ghosts and are expecting their first child.
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