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.