Hour 4- The Nightmares Of Their Past

Hour 4: Nightmares Of Their Past

A flash of white light burst throughout the entire room, a wild shriek followed as Kenny opened his eye, he saw the ghost lady screaming and backing off, her hands covering her face, then Kenny saw the camera react, the symbols on the lens glowing a fiery blue, this camera can harm ghosts? Kenny thought. He picked up the camera, feeling an intense power resonating from the camera, through the viewfinder he locked onto the spirit woman, now shrieking and running towards him, just before the woman clawed him, he clicked the shutter, sending a powerful white light at the woman, she screeched and toppled to the ground, she begun to fade slowly, until she was lost in oblivion, the last thing Kenny heard was soft crying and the repeating words: Why did I?

With the lady gone, he entered the room where the woman was originally in and he examined the room, finding the drawings were drawings of flowers and scenery drawn by a child while the newspaper clipping were all about a kidnapping at Orchid Park, one article particularly caught his eye:

Woman Loses Mind After Daughter’s Disappearance

Jane Leong, mother of Patrica Leong suffered a mental breakdown after her daughter’s body was found in Orchid Park, it is suspected that she was murdered and the killer dumped her body under the slides. Jane reports that she sees her daughter in her dreams, beckoning her to follow her to a “happy place” doctors say that she is delusional from the event, but Jane keeps insisting the idea. She has been placed in Juniper Hospital until further notice.

So this woman has been seeing her daughter in her dreams? Kenny wondered. As he walked out of the room, there was a certain shift in pressure under the floorboard he didn’t notice before, under closer inspection there a was a trap door with a ladder leading down, suddenly, Kenny heard the soft crying coming from below, he should have backed away, closed the trapdoor and pretended her didn’t hear it, but curiosity got the best of him, Kenny slowly descended down the ladder, his body swallowed by the looming darkness. He arrived in a very narrow corridor, he sucked in his stomach and edged sideways towards the sounds of the cries. Soon he arrived at a small door and opened a to a room splattered with fresh blood, in the corner a young girl was crying and to Kenny’s shock bleeding from various parts of her body, he reached out to touch her, the primal instinct to help those in need kicked in, when Kenny clasped her shoulder the little girl looked up and Kenny stumbled back in fright, her face was brutally stabbed multiple times, to the point where her facial feature could barely be recognized, the little girl uttered a plea for help but Kenny didn’t listen, he was busy scrabbling for the door. A whisper of pure malice was heard right behind him, he turned around slowly and saw the face of the mother, she shrieked and grabbed his shoulders and Kenny gasped.

It was like his life was being sucked out of his very body, fatigue and nausea plagued him, if he didn’t break away there was the possibility of blacking out, with all his might he struggled free and life rushed back into his aching body, Kenny was panting, he didn’t want that to happen again, the woman lunged again but this time he was prepared, he rolled to the side and raised the camera and a bright light flashed, causing the woman to once again shriek in pain, he clicked the shutter again and again the woman backing away further into a corner, until suddenly, the lens shone a fiery red and the woman seemed to be sucked into the camera itself, there was a piercing howl and then silence, there was a whirr from the bottom of the camera and an undeveloped picture popped out from the slit underneath, it was difficult to see the picture but it looked like a sobbing person.

Where the woman stood lay a withered book, which appeared to be a diary.

April 12^th

I can’t believe she’s gone, gone where the spirits rest. I imagined hearing her voice calling out to me, but then again maybe I’m just tired

April 13^th

I see her in my dreams, calling me to embrace her, to heal her wounds, but I need to go into the manor, buts it’s so cold, I may not come back…

April 14^th

I see this woman in a white dress splattered with fresh blood, she’s calling me to reunite with Patrica, I can’t take it anymore , I need to go in, I need to see her again just one more time

April 15^th

It was a mistake going in, I see the marks…I’m doomed….but I can finally be reunited with Patrica. I hear her calling me now….

Suddenly Kenny felt a extreme chill from the pendent on his chest, the surrounding room grew darker, the candles began to dim, the air became chillier, a raspy voice was heard: ‘Memories…. Do You want to relive your memories?’ He turned around and a chilling sight greeted him. The lady in the white dress with fresh blood dripping off the fabric, her face, the picture of pure wickedness. ‘Do you want to see him again?’ the lady crooned, Suddenly an image of his brother appeared, looking forlorn his eyes beckoning Kenny to follow him. ‘No…no…’ Kenny backed away, but there was no escape. ‘Join him, relive the memories you once shared…’  The lady persuaded Kenny, blood was now flowing from her face and other parts of her body, she suddenly lunged towards Kenny. “Wake me up!” Kenny screamed, there was a flash of cold and his vision turn a pure white.

Hour 3- The Camera Of Spirits

Hour 3: The Camera Of Spirits

Kenny stirred and found himself on the floor, he found himself in a dark hallway lit by only candles. ‘It’s this place again…’ Kenny whispered. He stood up, the pendent feeling cool on his skin, he clutched the pendent tightly and walked down the hallway, as he arrived at the end of the hallway, the pendent was now icy and Kenny felt very uneasy, he suddenly saw a glint in the light, he edged towards it slowly and saw a camera, the pendent was now almost freezing as he edged closer to the camera, as he brushed against the camera, he heard a piercing scream and a white light flashed. ‘The camera….can see….things……..that …no one…..can’ a raspy voice whispered. ‘ To……banish…the….spirits…that….seek …..vengeance. The raspy voice laughed, slowly it began to laugh louder and louder until it reached into a maniacal cackle then everything went black.

Kenny awoke feeling numb, what was that? He asked himself, he stood up, feeling slightly groggy then he saw the camera again on the floor, he edged towards the camera and touched it and jumped back, when nothing happen he warily picked up the camera, the camera appeared very old, there was dust and scratches all over the lens, on the rim of the lens a series of symbols were engraved, on the top right corner of the peephole, a piece of filament was encased in glass. Somehow he could feel some form of power coming from the camera. Suddenly, he heard a noise coming from a door the end of the hallway, a sound of soft footsteps ringed throughout the hallway. “Hello?’ Kenny said. Silence was the reply, his instincts kicked in and he decided to follow the footsteps. As he opened the door, he arrived at a large grand parlor, I’ve been here before… Kenny thought. The sound of soft footsteps resonated around the room, Kenny tracked the source of the noise and found it was coming from above a flight of rickety wooden stairs on the left corner of the parlor, ascending slowly, he reached a room upstairs that was just as damaged and desolate as room below, what made the hairs on the back of neck stand was the red writing streaked all over the walls repeating the same message: “Why did I let her go?” In the middle of the room a book with a faded picture of a young lady smiling with a sweet girl dressed in a fluffy pink dress, he opened the book and the contents read:

She’s gone…gone from my grasp. Why did I let her go to the park alone? When they came back with the body.. I just cried and cried. But now I see her…I can see her in my mind, I can see her smiling, she’s calling me to follow her to escape my suffering, to escape my pain…’

Who are these people? He wondered. The picture’s setting didn’t look very old, perhaps it had been taken about 2 or 3 months ago. Suddenly, he heard the soft footsteps following by some muttering coming from the door in the right side of the room, he slowly walked towards the room and he peeped through the crack, he saw hundreds of drawings posted on the wall, a few news clippings but he could not make out what they were saying in the center of the room sat a woman with fair brown hair and dressed in a white shirt and beige pants, she was crying and muttering inaudible words, Kenny opened the door, but a crack from the warped door made him jump, the woman sat up abruptly and stared right at Kenny, he jumped back stumbling onto the floor, ‘so…you took my daughter….’ A voice exclaimed , Kenny turned around, the woman was standing by the stairs, his only way out, Kenny couldn’t respond, his heart was pounding in fear, ‘WHERE IS SHE?!” She shrieked, her eyes turning bloodshot and she looked like a crazed witch, she leaped at Kenny and he screamed.

Hour 2- The Bad Daydream

Hour 2: The Bad Daydream

Kenny gasped and his eyes shot open, ‘Feeling tired?’ a female voice asked, he glanced up and saw a woman dressed in a black dress, ‘It’s fine, Miss Claire…’Kenny muttered his gaze not meeting hers due to his cheeks burning red with embarrassment. ‘Let’s try and stay awake shall we?’ said Miss Claire and she continued talking about the formation of earthquakes, Kenny sighed and stared out of the window, rain was drizzling outside, making the mood of the room seem depressing and boring, as Miss Claire droned on about earthquakes, Kenny pondered about his daydream, it seemed so real, that woman reaching out to grab him, he could still feel the cold sting of her touch, the deathly choking darkness that followed, was it…all real? He dismissed the dream as a result of staying up till 3 to play Skyrim, he was tired the whole day and that dream was most likely some fort of hallucination due to sleep deprivation.

The clock finally struck quarter past three, ‘Right, guys remember to finish that case study and we’ll be have a pop quiz this Thursday, so hit the books!’ Miss Claire said while shuffling some papers. Everyone muttered a grunt in reply as they dragged themselves out of the room. As Kenny walked back to the boarding house, he saw Kenneth walking along the corridor, catching up to him, ‘Kenneth, how was geography class.’ Kenny taunted. Although Kenneth and Kenny were roommates, share almost the same classes that’s where the similarities end, Kenny was of a large build, tall and had and almost “teddy bear” appearance, or at least what some people say, while Kenneth was thin, almost frail like and had glasses. Kenneth was more of a stay indoors kind of person, while Kenny was an adrenaline junkie, filling his CCA times with activities like go-karting and water skiing.

‘Shut up…’ Kenneth muttered giving Kenny a whack at the arm. ‘I feel like I want to rip her face off’ Kenneth muttered. ‘It can’t be that bad.’  Kenny laughed as they ventured back to the boarding house. As they arrived back in the boarding house, they climbed a flight of stairs and passed through a door, leading into a common room, all the way to the end, it was their room, what they called “home” as they opened the door a wave of perfume, body odor and hot chocolate mix attacked their nostrils. Kenneth flopped down onto the bed, screaming into his pillow, shouting about killing Ms. Claire with a nail gun, Kenny just chuckled and placed his bag on the ground. Kenny stared out the window, looking at all the students rushing home eagerly, cars outside were lined up to pick up their sons and daughters, Kenny felt the cool touch of the pendent on his neck, he gripped it tightly as if afraid it would disappear. ‘I know you’re out there… somewhere’ Kenny whispered softly.

‘You’ll punch my lights out, you’ll get electrocuted.’ Said Adam, Kenny scowled but said nothing and the boy laughed. His name was Adam, born with black hair and skin; Adam was a fit, young 17-year-old boy. He enjoyed putting down Kenny with his comebacks and gags, but Kenny would never react which added to his self-pleasure. They were down at dinner with the rest of the boarders, everyone happily eatig away at the meal that was set out. ‘I’ll find your grave and throw rocks at it.’ Kenny muttered, he heard a comeback and laughter but he didn’t really pay attention, he was so tired, he wanted to go to bed as soon as he could.

Finally, night came as an elderly gentleman stepped in, saying ‘Lights out.’ That elderly gentleman was Trevor Shubert, a man in his ripe 50’s, he worked as a director of the boarding house that Kenny was staying in, he was gentle and kind but was firm if the situation needed him to. ‘See you in the morning.’ He said. Kenny pulled the covers and his eyes closed, slowly he drifted into the oblivion of sleep.

Hour 1- Lady In Blood

Hour 1: Lady In Blood

A rhythmic tapping sound awoken Kenny, he stirred and noticed he wasn’t at the boarding house in Nexus International anymore, instead he was lying on a dirty sheet, he scanned the room, it look like it was a cell, the walls were windowless and the door had only had a small slit. He stood up and walked towards the door, he tried pulling it, but his efforts were rewarded with a clunk of a lock, locking the door. How did I get here? I remembered being in Miss Claire’s class and then….the rest is blank.

Suddenly he heard a soft voice, ‘You must escape…’ and he spun around, a pale looking girl with a white flowing dress was peeking through the slit of the door. ‘The priestess of memories…the failure of the ceremony…’ said the girl speaking in an almost inaudible tone. ‘What priestess? What ceremony? He cried but it was too late as the girl slowly faded away into oblivion. Suddenly, he heard a snap of a lock and the door creaked open. Taking a few cautious steps,he walked out of the room and into an old hallway. The hallway was eerily lit by candles that seem to never melt, as he continued walking down the hallway, he noticed a candle on a small dish that was placed on the floor, he gently picked it up and slowly illuminated his way down the hall.

He arrived at a door at the end of the hallway, opening it slowly, he reached a grand parlor, or what was left of it. The walls look badly faded, the remnants of furniture scattered around the room, a clap of thunder and lightning briefly lit up the room and in the corner of his eye, he saw a woman, but she was gone as fast as the fading light. He walked around the parlor and noticed a scrap of paper on the ground.

I DON’T WANT TO FEEL THE PAIN…THE PAIN OF MEMORIES….

He heard muttering coming from behind him, “Memories….pain…..” ‘It’s all coming back….’ He glanced over his shoulder and his blood froze a woman dressed in a white gown and her head adorned with a wreath of withered flowers but that what really stood out was the massive blotches and streaks of blood that covered most of the gown, her neck looked broken and her hands had wooden spikes impaled through her palms, Kenny walked back slowly, he dropped the candle in fright, the room was swallowed by darkness. His heart was racing, he tried to make out where the woman was but all he could hear was muttering, with a flash of lightning, he saw the woman again, she shrieked: ‘Share my suffering!” and leapt towards Kenny, Kenny screamed and feel her body smothering him, he gasped for air but failed, his mind become blank and his visio

Intro To The Curse Of Memories

Hi everyone this is a fan fiction on the popular PS2 game, Fatal Frame, I basically took the basic idea and build from there, if you have any comments both good or bad, please feel free to comment and criticize, I will update the story as soon as there are comments, so let the story begin ^^