Part 1: Ghost Hunters.
From the start of my
teens I was always fascinated with the supernatural so much so that at the age
of sixteen I’d joined an organisation that specialised in the paranormal and
the search for ghosts.
We visited many places such as old mansions, gravesites always
searching for that first shred of evidence, my first ghost.
As it turned out
nothing seemed to appear when the ghost hunters were on the case.
Most of my friends were as expected skeptical “You’ve been
watching to many horror films” they’d joke referring to the huge
collection of horror videos I had.
I of course took their taunts in my stride after all you have
to see a ghost before you can truly believe.
One of the biggest
mysteries of mine was that of the Quija board.
Was this just a game?
Was there a sinister force behind them, or was it just a trick of the
Imagination was all I could use at the time as the boards
were banned in the UK after a seventies film “The Exorcist”(the terrifying
story of a young girl possessed by a demon) was released. Fortunately in
nineteen ninety-nine the film was finally released, and having watched it
wondered what all the fuss was about.
I at first thought the
game took the backlash of the film; people saw the film and of course jumped
on the van wagon claiming these boards were evil.
It all started in
ninety-six. I along with along with four members of a magazine called Ghost
Hunters were preparing an article about a poltergeist that had shook up a
family in Enfield, you may have read about it?
The magazine was
indeed a smash so much so that we advanced and created our own website www.ghosthunters.com.
Thousands of fanatics
would log on, the web consisted of reports on haunting, and the odd horror
story written by myself, I just never thought I’d be writing the story of my
At the time I was
determined to find a Quija board and we’d often leave messages asking for
reports on the game and advertisements in the hope some one would answer,
The group consisted of three great friends of mine, the first
Tony Jeffers, the
magic man, into the weird and wonderful, the next “David Blaine” or at
least that’s what we thought.
He was the old general
and had been at Oxford longer than any of us. Psychology was his study
interest and he was great to be around even though his attitude towards his
work smothered his social life.
Jack Cunningham, I
swear he was the craziest person I’d ever known, so confidant, flamboyant
very witty. Jack like myself was a writer with one difference; he was the
budding journalist, whereas I was more of a novelist.
Next there was Mike,
Michael Harper, he was indeed the skeptic and didn’t really believe in the
supernatural in fact he didn’t believe at all he was an atheist and his
belief was simple we’re put on this earth to live, then we die and others
take our place.
On a brighter note he was a great artist and helped out with
the illustrations for the magazine, he was also a wiz with computers and
helped out there as well.
We left the
library and were in a buoyant mood. It was July and it wouldn’t be long
before we had the summer to ourselves in our hometown of Newton-le-Willows, a
small but historical place we called home.
After sweating our guts out regarding exams the day had
finally arrived when we would leave our university lodges and return home
after a long hard year, little did we know that this summer would be a
time with our respective families the first few weeks were spent letting our
hair down, we often visited our local pub “The Wargrave Inn” Were we would
spend our time talking pointless chatter and getting as drunk as possible,
well don’t all students?
are we going to do with all this time?” asked Jack
Tony soon chipped in
“I may try and catch up with my new book “The Users Guide To Modern Magic,
I’m wouldn’t mind a book on Black Magic either….
“Well you could
always go to the library” replied Jack.
Tony laughed, “Yeah
good one Jack I can just see myself going to the library and asking for a book
on black magic, they’d have me committed, though seriously, there’s a
bookstore in Southport that sells em”.
“What about you
Andy?” asked Mike.
At the time I wasn’t
quite sure, there was a new film on at the cinema and before I could get the
words out of my mouth my friends replied in a sarcastic chorus.
“Let us guess, eh,
it’s a horror film?
I smiled, my friends
knew me only to well.
“ Go on then,
what’s it about this time?”
I replied “ The
films called Jack….”
“Wow famous at
last” Jack interrupted.
“ Yes, it’s all
about you, you are horrifying after all…. No it’s called Jack and is based
around the story of an author who writes a children’s horror tale about an
evil goblin, it turns out the character is brought to life and well, I guess
you know the rest.”
“He goes on a murderous rampage killing all” Jack replied.
“Got it in one,
though it really does look good”.
“It isn’t by
Stephen King is it?”
No it’s a first time
author by the name of James Hanley, but it’s directed by “John
replied, he wasn’t really into horror; comedies and slapstick films were his
we said sarcastically.
didn’t he direct the “Halloween” movies?”
“Yes..” I replied
with a sighing tone.
“Why don’t we all
go” I said,
“No sorry Andy I
can’t…. got to finish my book.”
“ Oh hell Tony, you
can finish that book anytime, come on, live a little”.
After much persuasion
“ I’ll do it”
Mike said swiftly, as to avoid another pointless debate.
We finally headed away
from the local pub and onto Michael’s home to check the guest book on our
I enjoyed the report on the
Enfield Haunting and the horror stories Mirrors and Demon Soul… PLEASE WRITE
MORE (David Ohio U.S.A)
looks like another satisfied fan, hey, look there’s a post from Maine”.
I read your recent request in
your search for a Quija board, well I have some great news, please email your
details to me and I’ll gladly send you one…. (Chris, Maine U.S.A)
heart began to pound with excitement, so much so I had to read the post again
just to make believe what I was reading.
not sure about this” Michael replied.
thought you didn’t believe in anything, what does it matter to you” I said
in a stern voice.
gave a rye smile…
wrote a swift email, when finished we paused for a second… then clicked the
Well that’s it…. It’s done now.” I said, my heart slowly getting back
to a normal rhythm.
Are sure you’ve done the right thing” Michael replied nervously.
Hey, I thought you said you didn’t believe, why so nervous… look it’s
only a game.” I said with a reassuring pat on his shoulder.
Come on… we’ll be late…” the others replied.
set off towards UCI cinema in Warrington, collected popcorn and sat for one
hour and twenty minutes, the usual length for a horror movie leaving with the
I loved it, great tension, gruesome killings”.
Tony and Jack agreed, but Michael was less keen.
I thought it was the same as any other horror film, devoid of a decent plot,
endless killings and a predictable ending, I mean, come on, when the front
cover of the book was blank, it’s obvious there’s going to be a sequel”
Yeah and knowing John Carpenter, they’ll be about six” Laughed Jack,
Just look at the Halloween franchise.”
continued to discuss the film on our journey home; my mind though was now
fixed on the Quija board wondering if the email we received was genuine…
did we realise what effect this one gift would have on us…
2: The Gift.
following morning we replied to the email left by Chris who by coincidence
lived in the same place as my most admired author “Stephen King”.
indeed was a bargain, five dollars, at the time I never cared to wonder why he
was selling it so cheap, all I knew was I had to have it….
Michael was very skeptical…
Oh come on guys, you don’t honestly believe anything will happen, I mean
come on, contacting the dead, freeing demons from your subconscious or
wherever? Give me a break.”
I hope you’re right, we’re just curious… that’s all.”
seemed to have the bit between his teeth and being an atheist continued the
I can never understand religion, I mean all this jumped up tripe about heaven
and hell, we live just to exist, we die, and evolution replaces us…. If I
squashed a fly, do you honestly think that has a soul and goes to heaven.”?
quickly rounded on Michael.
OK, enough, those are your beliefs and you’re welcome to them”
Chill guys… I was only….joking” his smile fading away, just like the
hours of the day…
date was the third of August when I was awoke by knocking on my front door. I
quickly stirred got out of bed and headed towards the stairs as the knocking
Hang on, hang on” I said.
I finally reached the front door, I opened it to find the postman standing
with a brown parcel.
Package for Andrew Jenkins?”
Yes, that’s me… thank you”
said as I signed for the package, then slowly closing the door I realised what
I held in my hands.
glanced down at the white tag, which read:
the ghost hunters, Here’s the board you requested, enjoy, continue with
those great stories… your number one fan… Chris
chuckled to myself as I headed back up the stairs, I was wide awake now and as
I made my bed I was tempted to rip open the parcel, my heart was missing beats
with anxiety though I knew the guys would want to be there with me.
breakfast I set off with the gift in my hand towards Earlstown station, this
little station was infact the first railway station to be built in the whole
world and Jack lived back to back with history.
knocked hard and fast upon the door and before Jack could even open the door I
was already talking…
This is it, this is it”. I said thrusting the parcel into his hands.
Deadly, take a look at the label… go on… go on” I said like a child
receiving his number one toy.
I wonder if it really works?” Jack asked.
was calmer now…
Dun no, there’s only one way to find out.
Children we swiftly set out to meet up with Tony who like Jack lived in a
historical Place, Castle Hill.
were plenty of towns folk stories regarding this place, the lady of the lake
was a big story, supposedly a young woman was taken onto Newton Lake by her
husband, were he then drowned her, the story goes that at twelve midnight she
can be seen roaming the woodlands searching for her husband to seek revenge…
far fetched I know, though it always scared me when I was a child.
showing the parcel to Tony we soon met up with Michael, the ghost hunters were
united and we were left with the question whether it would work.
decided to take the board back to Michael’s house as this is were our Ghost
Hunter HQ was set up.
continued his sniping attacks as we all sat staring at the parcel.
took a deep breath and slowly ripped the parcel revealing a black box, which
read “QUIJA…. IT’S JUST A GAME…OR IS IT?
In bold red letters.
gave out a childish ghoulish groan.
your views to yourself” we groaned.
opened the box and peered inside slowly lifting the flat beige wooden board
out and placing it in front of us. Nervously we glanced down upon it.
bold black letters spelling the alphabet, Good and Evil supposedly to indicate
the will of the so called spirit, Yes/No… and a triangular counter.
Well who’s going to try it then” Michael asked.
The objective of the game is for us all to try it” I replied…
there we sat all four of us slowly placing our hands nervously on the counter.
who’s going to ask first?” said Tony.
I will,” said Michael the smirk on his face was almost blinding.
Is there anybody there?”… he said in a comic like voice.
We began to
slowly push the counter waiting for the slightest indication of any force.
Michael quickly released his fingers from the counter.
There, told you, nothing…. It’s all a trick”….
tried for days to get any response from the board, but still nothing.
Looks like you were right Mike” I said feeling a little disappointed, I was
beginning to believe perhaps it was all a trick and the board got the backlash
from the Exorcist film as part of a spin exercise to increase the films
I wasn’t about to give up yet, I’d read so many reports, so many people
saying they shouldn’t be messed with, though at the time we were young and
foolish, if only I’d listened.
Perhaps we can try again later,” said Tony like myself disappointed.
sat eating lunch when Jack again placed his hand on the counter and said in a
joyful comic tone.
Is there anybody there Sydney” making a mockery of an 1980’s toffee crisp
three of us laughed aloud, but suddenly the counter swiftly moved towards
Come on Jack don’t joke, you pushed it didn’t you,” we said still
laughing knowing this was the sort of prank Jack would pull.
I’m serious, I didn’t”… Jack said his smile now replaced with doubt.
Ok do it again” Michael said, none of us taking Jack seriously.
repeated his question though this time the counter did not budge.
Great joke mate….”
I’m telling you I didn’t push it” he replied in a rattled tone.
Jack placed his hand on the counter and repeated his question once more.
looked on in shear disbelief as the counter slid across landing on yes.
were no longer smiling and sat to attention.
Go on, ask another question,” we whispered.
Who, who are you?” Jack asked with a slight quiver in his voice.
counter again slowly began to move finally spelling out the name
are you from?”
the counter moved to spell out Burtonwood.
was another historical place as it’s airbase was used in the Second World
War were American soldiers were based.
we continued to ask her questions we discovered that in her younger days
Heather would haunt a local Newton school by the name of St Aelreds now, a
technology college, and my former school. It turned out she used to watch the
boys in the showers after sports.
indeed got a great laugh out of that just imagining…
this particular spirit seemed to be quite a character, though despite this
still doubts remained, was there an actual spirit or was this just our
imagination or our minds reviving lost memories?
finally gave up for the day with so many questions still burning in our heads,
this would make for an interesting report on our web page though as we would
soon discover things would swiftly turn sour.
following day we as usual returned to HQ having written up a brief report of
our early findings, Jack and myself had also decided to try and write a horror
story together, as we waited for Michael’s parents to return from work.
can always remember that day and the time, it was six thirty and Michael was
frustrated at the fact his parents had still not arrived.
They should have been in at five thirty.” He groaned pacing like a
frustrated circus animal.
was a sudden loud banging on the front door; we stopped as Michael rushed
towards the door. As he opened the door two police officers stood before him.
can I do for you officers?” he said with concern.
we step inside” the officers replied and with that Michael showed them in.
Yes” replied Michael his nerves taking over.
knew something had happened and we waited fearing the worst.
afraid there’s been an accident.”
soon as those words were spoken Michael’s world would come crashing down,
the officers continued to explain that both his mother and father had been
tragically killed in a road accident.
as you might well imagine was shell shocked and vomited on the floor, trying
to comprehend the shear impact of the news.
time drew out we tried our best to comfort him but he was completely grief
stricken, on many occasions he would sit in utter silence in a trance like
state glaring at the family photos on the walls…
funerals soon came and went and that’s when it all began, Michael was a
shadow of his former self he had abandoned the web site and spent most of his
time sat in the local cemetery sitting at the side of his parents
were concerned for Michael who was never a heavy drinker though now he seemed
to be losing control.
did our best to comfort him but we would often find him in our local pub
drinking his sorrow away.
You have to stop this, it’s doing you harm” said Jack trying to pull
Michael away from the bar.
Leave me alone” he slurred.
tried to take away the half pint of larger though Michael swiftly took hold of
the glass throwing it over a stunned Jack.
Leave me alone” he repeated..
all four of us grasped hold of Michael and struggled to get him out of the pub
and back to his house.
soon discovered the house was not in the best of state, worst it was wreck,
beer cans, un washed cutlery and worst things I couldn’t even describe, the
smell, boy, that was unbearable though having struggled up the stairs we
finally got a half unconscious Michael to his bed then set about cleaning the
was around a week later when the strangest thing happened,
Jack and myself had set out to visit Michael as we often did when a much
brighter, clean-shaven Michael greeted us.
seemed far happier than we’d seen him, we found it strange how one could go
from being so sad to being so cheerful we all realised this was obviously a
front, it had to be, though to our surprise he had even started work on the
back now we were so foolish but started our investigation on the Quija board,
It was only when we began our latest session that things would change not just
for Michael, but for all of us.
sat once again with our fingers placed on the triangular counter, again we
asked if anyone was present but like before the counter did not move, Tony
became frustrated removing his hand…
Oh come on guys this is stupid, it was obviously a trick of our imagination”
quiet Tony” Michael replied before asking the question. We were surprised as
he was the atheist here.
the counter swiftly moved towards yes, our hearts again were pounding with
excitement and fear.
your name?” he asked.
board spelt out the name JOHN.
swiftly released our fingers and looked at each other in disbelief.
grasped the counter.
your full name?” he replied with a quiver in his voice.
the counter moved chillingly across the board to spell the surname we feared
quickly warned Michael of the danger, though he didn’t acknowledge us and
is that you?” he muttered, a small tear trickled down his face.
board again spelled the word yes.
Michael stop, be careful, this is a trick.” Jack replied.
Be careful of what,” Michael snapped….
clear that Michael who at one time didn’t believe seemed somewhat comforted
by the words from beyond, he was so blinded by grief that he refused to listen
to our warning.
concerns became more apparent as Michael seemed to be spending more and more
time playing the board.
tried ourselves to ask basic questions as we did before though whoever was in
the beyond only responded to Michael and I began to think that perhaps this
was a trick produced by shear group hypnosis and the will to believe.
was only a few days later when true reality would set in.
early at head quarters still feeling tired from the weeks events we hoped to
finish our report on Poltergeist Paradoxes: reporting on whether poltergeists
actually did exist or again was it down to the human mind?
however we discovered Michael’s part in the report was still not finished; I
must admit I was steaming.
Why haven’t you finished the report?” I snapped.
Sorry, I didn’t have time” Michael replied with a far away look in his
You’ve been on the board again haven’t you?” Tony piped in.
Yeah, so what…”
We’ve got a schedule to keep.” Replied Tony in frustration.
Oh chill will you, you’re always so damn serious.”
argument was threatening to spiral out of control.
Well I have to be, to deal with self centred idiots like yourself”
was angry and swiftly moved in.
Quiet both of you… you’re acting like school kids, He started it, No, he
started it…” I said mocking their behavior.
Lets just get this issue and website updated shall we” I continued breathing
headed towards the small box room were both the computer and the Quija board
had been left.
attention was quickly diverted away from the computer and to our disbelief he
sat beside the board, to our horror we discovered the small triangular counter
was missing but to make matters worse it had been replaced by a rather large
Are you mad…. Never ever use a glass,” we cried.
quickly picked up the glass still coming to terms with Michaels foolish
quickly grasped the glass from my hands and placed it back on the board.
Hey, come on, the issue, let’s get it done.” Jack moaned.
Hang on, hang on.” said Michael in frustration.
again sat beside the board and ignoring our pleas began asking questions yet
rest of us decided to continue with the site while every few minutes we would
see the glass move and Michael writing the responses at great speed.
Michael gasped, we stopped all activity and headed towards the board and the
piece of paper Michael held.
board had left a rather haunting instruction…. KILL TONY…
Jack said fear spreading through his voice.
Who are you?” Michael said.
the glass began to move at great speed back and forth, back and forth.
are many, we are Legion)…
NO…. “ he cried…
we knew what was happening Michael took the glass, we tried to stop him but
were to late as the glass shattered.
looked on as Michael dropped to his knees sobbing.
could I have been tricked, it seemed so real”
still shocked by the sudden events sat in silence; I placed my arm on his
shoulder doing my best to comfort him.
you arm of me,” he yelled with anger…
I quickly obliged.
Sorry, I was only trying to help.” I replied in a shocked manner.
frustration soon turned to blistering anger.
I bet your pleased aren’t you”
What are you talking about, you are supposed to be the artiest here.
You’ve never lost your parents, you don’t know what it’s like” he
You’re right, we haven’t lost our parents but you know the stories of the
Quija board and obviously in this case they appear to be true,” I said still
trying to comprehend what had happened.
our heated quarrel had somewhat simmered we decided to clean up the broken
glass, we thought we’d seen the last of our troubles having agreed to stop
using the board, we’d seen enough, however the real truth behind our
curiosity would soon surface.
It started at around 11pm;
we had decided to stay together keeping each other’s company after the days
events. It seemed ironic that on that particular night we were watching a
1980’s horror classic The Amityville Horror, another film from my growing
collection. After the end credits I remember heading up to the bathroom. I
suddenly heard footsteps heading quickly up the stairs, thinking nothing of it
I ignored it that is until the lights suddenly went out leaving me in pitch
I cried as I urinated down my pants,
Come on guys, switch the light back on you idiots”.
finally left the bathroom and headed back down the stairs with a purpose in my
step. A chorus of laughter greeted me.
Ha, har very funny you guys” I said in frustration.
Andy, you’re supposed to piss in the toilet.” Jack replied.
Yeah, well I couldn’t….”
It’s a big enough hole,” Jack continued in a din of laughter.
Well I couldn’t see, when you turned the bloody light off!”
laughter soon drifted with only a few sniggers remaining.
We didn’t turn any lights on or off” replied Michael.
Oh yeah right, get away, who was it then?”
How the hell do we know,” they replied in chorus as I looked on in disgust.
Oh come off it Andy, you’re only trying to cover up your own
embarrassment.” Jack said before more laughter filled the room.
I refused to be drawn into
another pointless debate; I knew one of those rats had done it, Jack
especially as it was the sort of prank he would pull…
was suddenly disturbed from my slumber, glancing at the clock it read 4am, I
was met by both Jack and Tony as we stood on the landing wondering what had
happened, all we heard was a deafening thud, then a slam.
What the bloody hell” Tony said in concern.
bedroom door suddenly slammed shut with immense force.
looked on in shock when suddenly the door opened once more, our hearts were
pounding and there stood in front of us was a rather angry looking Michael.
What the hell are you guys playing at, it’s 4.15 am for Christ sake”
quickly turned on the landing light, it was then we noticed Michael was
Very funny Andy…. But no one turned out that damn light and it certainly
wasn’t me, rather childish thanks”.
What are you talking about” I yawned, still half asleep.
YOU pouring this water over me”.
often took a glass of water to bed.
again “ Look, I haven’t done anything, certainly not that” I said almost
sleeping were I stood.
Don’t deny it, look at me, I’m dripping.”
Wow, look I don’t know what you think you saw or who did what but lets
discuss this in the morning shall we and get what sleep we can.
Jack and Tony pleaded a case of innocence regarding the water incident but
Michael was still being as stubborn.
4: The Power Of The Damned
whole day I felt like the supreme suspect, and I’d hoped that would have
been the end of the trickery however as we were about to discover the worst
was yet to come.
was Friday, Pizza night, so we sent Tony to pick up the food in his car, it
was around 10pm as we waited for Tony to return with the pizza, suddenly there
was a loud aggressive banging on the front door.
Okay, Okay, hang on, hang on” Michael said.
swiftly opened the door but to his and our surprise there was no one in sight.
Come on Tony, enough jokes, just give us the damn pizza before it goes cold,
there’s no way I’m reheating it.”
shut the door and had just turned off the front light when again the knocking
started once more.
he opened the door in frustration this time and in front of him stood Pizza
boxes on legs.
Come on guys, quick, quick, before I drop them”.
What the hell are you playing at, with all that banging.” Michael asked.
What have I done now”?
BANGING on the door like that”.
I haven’t, how could I, God only gave me two arms not eight you know,
Christ, I can’t carry Pizza and knock at the same time, you’re losing it
enjoying a cheese and tomato pizza we decided to put the final touches to our
Ghost hunter website and magazine.
rather relieved that another addition had been completed I can remember Jack
who was examining the old china pot Dog which according to Michael had been
passed down in his family for years.
both Tony and myself watched on as the pot dog swiftly moved from the mantle
piece smashing onto the floor. As usual Michael was nowhere when the incident
occurred and rushed into the room moments later.
What the hell was…. No…. No…. Who did this” he raged kneeling picking
the pieces from the floor.
No one, it sort of just came off the mantle piece,” Jack pleaded.
ARH Bull, do you think I’m stupid”?
three of us had gathered that something sinister was taking hold but despite
all that had happened Michael refused to listen.
I can’t believe you could have done this” Michael continued.
Oh hell, it wasn’t us, it’s this damn house it’s…” Jack was
interrupted, Michael swiftly approached Jack punching him and knocking him to
Don’t give me that crap, the house is haunted”….
STOP, STOP, we cried as Michael began to punch and kick… We desperately
tried to pull Michael of a blooded Jack.
Why can’t you see, you damn fool” Tony blasted.
argument was about to escalate out of control I tried hard to make myself
heard over the ranting.
Don’t you remember…”? I said, but still the squabbling continued.
HEY, DON’T YOU REMEMBER WHEN MICHAEL SMASHED THE GLASS” I yelled.
ignored me and continued…
I bellowed, my voice now becoming horse.
air calmed for a second…
Don’t you remember when this all started, Michael smashed the glass, then
the unexplained incidents, the bathroom, the banging on the door and the
Oh shut it Andy….”Michael bellowed, as the argument was about to begin
LOOK, we’re doing it again” I said trying to control my rage.
Suddenly I was hit on the
head by a falling lampshade.
I cried as I was knocked to the floor, I quickly regained my feet if not a
little shaken, I felt the warm pulse of blood run down my face.
“ Now do you believe,
it’s a damn spirit, and it’s turning us against one another” I continued
trying to stop the flow of blood…
around the chilled room, we swiftly made it to the kitchen as the horrid truth
began to hit home suddenly chaos was unleashed.
suddenly began to bang, open shut, open, shut at their own will.
and Jack fled into the living room trying to escape the panic but as Jack
tried hard to open the doors he gave out a scream of pain, his hands now
scolded on the piping hot door handles.
Shit” Jack cried blowing hard on his hands trying to cool his wounds.
What are we going to do?” he cried. We clung onto each other for dear life
as other objects, chairs were violently flung in our direction, and we were paralyzed
with fear and couldn’t move….
was a sudden eerie growl that filled the air making our flesh creep, fearful
sweat poured helplessly from our bodies as if trying to escape the immense
Then almost as quickly as it had started, the drama began to calm, just
the odd few thuds on walls then deadly silence.
did our best to regain our feet though our legs had no motion and were like
Jesus”…. We said as we saw the house turned inside out in a matter of
We’ve got to do something” Jack quivered.
Who the hell’s going to believe us?” Tony sobbed.
Never mind, that we need to get to hospital,” I said.
we were all to shaken to drive, we slowly phoned for an ambulance.
the paramedics arrived to the bombsite.
What happened here?” the medic asked.
our breath we replied,
Wild party got a little out of hand.
were taken to Whiston Hospital in a local town known as St Helens, Jack was
treated for the burns he had obtained, I was given five stitches to the wound
in my head, Tony and Michael luckily suffered the odd scrape and bruises.
reluctantly made our way back to Newton on public transport, we thought, we
hoped that maybe being away from the house our troubles were over, we had just
sat down on the sixty one bus and at first all was calm, we were half way
through our journey when suddenly the bus driver lost control of the bus
skidding from one side of the road to the other. The air was filled with shear
an utter panic as innocent passengers were flung out of their seats onto the
It won’t stop, it won’t stop” the horrified driver yelled.
passenger now clinging for dear life as we headed for the horrific
collision…. We hit hard leaving the ground before landing turning and
rolling in one swift motion. The windows shattered with pain saking glass
ripping fearful flesh.
The air was filled by
mumbling groans and sirens….
I was lucky enough to crawl free from the twisted metal seats that had been
flung upon us. I slowly crawled over to Jack, pain pulsing in every part of my
body, face down Jack lay silent in a puddle of shattered glass, I tried to
communicate but he was silent, dead to the world.
Tony and Michael had severe injuries with twisted metal trapping Tony’s
I can’t move, the seats got my legs” Tony groaned, breathing heavy.
emergency serves went to work cutting the injured free in a mass of noise.
concern lay with Jack, the medics at least relieved a few fears, he was still
alive but barely.
were taken back to Whiston Hospital from which we had come. The injuries were
tragic as the driver of the bus was killed instantly on in pact and two of the
elder people had died through shock and heart attacks.
time drew on it was discovered that after the investigation the accident was
put down to company error, both Tony and myself had barely left the hospital
for over the two months, Jack had still not regained consciousness still we
along with his grief stricken family prayed for his recovery, however that’s
not all we were praying for.
was late October, I can always remember that month and the day, the wind was
blowing with utter force and the rain lashed down, glancing from Jack’s
bedside window it could easily be a scene from a horror movie.
was 7.42pm when the skies opened with claps of deafening thunder, next a huge
bolt of lightning struck the hospital leaving us in darkness, it was so strong
in fact it had knocked out the emergency generator.
the ward was filled with an eerie chill and we feared the worst.
rain continued its onslaught followed by a second lightning bolt given with
such force the windows in the ward gave out shattering. Screams of panic could
be heard as the winds immense force could be felt; we were under attack from
watched on in fear as the medical staff tried hard to gain control of an
there was a deafening ear numbing tone, Tony, Michael and myself turned to
witness Jack losing his fight for life.
FLAT LINE, HELP, THE MACHINE, THE MACHINE” Michael yelled fighting to be
heard from the howling winds.
doctors rushed with great speed towards a fading Jack, when suddenly as before
objects were been hurtled with demon force towards the doctors. We clung on to
one another to scared to even look; tables, chairs and machinery were ripped
clean from the walls as we darted for any safe place we could find.
again just as before the ordeal ended, but Jack along with four other patients
were dead. The doctors looked on bewildered at the carnage.
The demon force had made its
presence felt and slowly gathering our senses our worry was who would ever
5: No Belief, No Hope?
were taken to a small waiting room, the doom room I called it due to the fact
it was were most people went when receiving good or in our case bad news,
there were no windows, three chairs and a coffee stained table,
sat sipping the dank coffee from the vending machine still trying to come to
terms with Jack’s tragic death.
What are we going to do”? Tony asked his voice still quivering from shock.
It maybe difficult but we have to tell some one” I replied.
scoffed at my suggestion and really who could blame him, the situation was
Come of it Andy, what do you suppose we say, Jack’s death was caused by
supernatural forces, they’d lock us up. If only I hadn’t smashed that damn
glass” he said his eyes filling with emotion.
we did our best to comfort one another.
Hey, come on, it’s as much our doing, we can’t afford to fall apart
the eve of Jack’s funeral we were about to discover just how hard getting
help would be.
funeral took place at a local church in Wargrave Newton, after the service we
would speak with father Appleton, however we didn’t bring up the subject as
he spoke of what a tragic loss Jack’s death was.
the funeral we reluctantly returned to Michael’s home, we crept slowly
inside, our legs shaking as we stepped inside, luckily however for now the
house was calm.
each sat helplessly still trying to come to terms with the loss of our good
friend. We knew Jack would have wanted us to tackle the problems the question
Michael had obtained a small silver
crucifix from the church, we felt guilty having stolen it, though we new if
anything could keep us safe this would.
the following week we spent very little time apart, we felt stronger, safer
that way and sure enough for a whole week nothing happened, no thudding,
objects been thrown or cold chills, we thought just maybe it was all over and
we could get on with our lives, it was only when we returned to our respective
homes that we knew our troubles had truly begun.
was 2am in the morning when I was woke by a strange jingling sound. I quickly
sat up from my pillow and as my eyes focused I watched as my wind chime shook,
swaying from side to side sending shivers down my spine.
my body was chilled, I fumbled around in the dark franticly looking for the
light switch, finding it I swiftly pushed down on the light switch and was
greeted by a loud pinging sound and white flash as the bulbs blew out.
quickly placed my hands on the doorknobs trying to turn them, but they
heavy I was unable to move, suddenly a dark laughter rang in my ears.
LEAVE ME ALONE” I yelled as the laughter got darker and louder still, then
suddenly I was thrown with shear force up into the air landing with a thud
back on my bed,
heart was now totally irregular, at first I felt it stop, I could feel my
rhythm pulse through the whole of my body, again perspiration swept from my
creeping flesh, I could hardly draw breath, my chest was filled with intense
pain when I was again picked up, yelling with unbelievable fright I tried my
hardest to resist.
Let go, let go” I cried as I again I was thrown hard, smashing my back into
the wall and falling to the floor with a crash.
parents suddenly rushed into my room…
What the hell is going on” they replied
shaking I replied “ Bad… dream… that’s… all” each word being
squeezed with great effort from my mouth.
following morning I awoke with aches and pains all over my body, as I looked
into the mirror the full extent of the attack could be seen, bruises on my
arms, legs and a deathly purple black shine to my right eye.
My parents stunned at my appearance
quizzed me again but I explained I had fallen out of bed and as my parents
knew I was always doing that.
breakfast I met up with Tony who was shocked at my appearance.
What the hell’s happened to you?”
I was visited” I replied in a shallow voice.
face soon soured and replaced with fear as we headed to meet with Michael.
stood for what seemed like minutes waiting anxiously for the door to open, we
a stern voice could be heard.
Hang on, hang on I’m coming”.
were relived when Michael finally opened the door.
Well some ones had a bad night”.
Tony and myself scoffed at Michael’s comments.
No time for jokes, Andy was visited by…” before Tony
could finish, Michael knew what he was going to say as I sat tired and
weak on the couch.
Oh great, WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE US ALONE” Michael raged the veins pulsing in
the room was again chilled, followed by a stench that reminded me of rotting
looked on in paralyzed fear as a dark shadow appeared and confronted us,
hovering for a second before disappearing through the wall, just as we
gathered what breath we had left, a dark sinister growl could be heard all
around before the demonic attack began once again, we were thrown swiftly from
the main sweet onto the floor as the couch almost landed on top us, thrown
with such force, we threw ourselves out of contact and watched it break with a
We’ve got to get to church” Tony gasped.
hesitation we fled like mice avoiding flying obstacles as we darted out of the
house towards Wargrave church.
Appleton lived close to his church and we knew that no spirit would venture on
to sacred ground, the experience I had discovered from watching my horror
movies, I only hoped it would help in real life.
Appleton kindly invited us in.
Father we need your help” I said the nerves making the words sound mumbled
Of course, what do you need? I thought you’d have been back at University by
No, that’s the least of our worries” replied Michael.
Father Appleton looked on, this was the moment of truth, would he believe?
heavy, adrenalin pulsing through my body I began…
I don’t know quite how to say this, so I’ll just say it, we’re being
haunted by a spirit, a poltergeist we think”.
Appleton said nothing and continued to sip the tea from his cup.
looked on the nervous tension becoming too much as we waited for his response.
spoke again… “ We were foolish enough to play with a Quija board and
it’s started since then”.
he took a sip from his cup before slowly placing it down, then swiftly sitting
Look lads, I’m no fool here, you’re the producers of the Ghosthunter
Magazine and you’re looking for a good story right?”
Look father, I was an atheist, so if any one isn’t going to believe it would
have been me, but we’re telling you the truth.”
Look I’ve got better things to be getting on with” father Appleton replied
standing from his chair.
quickly rolled up my sleeves to show him the deep wounds in the hope this
Look Andrew, ghosts, spirits, demons there part of the twentieth century not
the twenty first, it’s probably just stressed.
JUST STRESS” Michael yelled, “ My house is haunted” he continued.
Appleton headed towards his front door and opened it,
Please take your imagination else were, now if you don’t mind I have work to
do” he replied gesturing his hand and asking us to leave.
left feeling rejected and alone, we knew we needed desperate help but from
the church grounds and heading back to Michael’s home we weren’t about to
give up on father Appleton just yet.
the days, which followed, we returned to father Appleton’s home until
eventually he reluctantly agreed to visit Michael’s home.
last we thought we’d found that glimpse of light at the end of a very dark
invited father Appleton in and as
in horror films we were praying, weird as it may sound, for something out of
the ordinary to occur, but it didn’t.
Show yourself you son of a bitch”.. Michael cried out.
nothing, the house lay silent.
Father please believe us, we’re telling you the truth” Michael pleaded.
I’m sorry, but if you had a spirit of some sort, and evil presence
especially, I wouldn’t be standing here. I’ve seen it all before,
especially from stressed students and those who are going through the grieving
process” he continued referring to Michael’s parents and our fellow friend
At least stay for a drink” Michael replied, thankfully the father agreed and
we hoped this crafty cunning spirit would make itself present but this spirit
was clever and knew when not too show itself.
wasn’t surprised as in most horror films or ghostly documentaries I’d seen
ghosts didn’t appear at will.
finishing his drink father Appleton left the house though he did leave us a
small Bible, perhaps in the hope we wouldn’t bother him again.
that night we were woke by a loud crashing, we had decided to sleep
downstairs, we felt safer together, the demon spirit was back and with a
vengeance and in no mood for charity as the pounding on the walls got louder
and louder still and the dark evil growling had returned as the house hold
comforts were thrown around at will.
swiftly grasped the small Bible and held it out in front of us like a shield.
the shield was dropped.
cried out in pain quickly rubbing his hands.
looked on as smoke began to rise from the Bible, Michael tried in vain to pick
the Bible up from the floor but it wouldn’t budge.
Leave it, leave it” I cried pulling Michael away.
Then out of nothing, there was a
huge flash and we looked on as the Bible burst into an angry bluster of
door again began to slam open shut, open shut making it impossible for us to
was suddenly grasped and we watched as the demon spirit lifted him helplessly
into the air.
Let go, let go” he screamed punching and kicking the air.
Michael and myself tried helplessly, grasping hold of Tony’s legs trying to
pull him down, though it was no use and we watched in horror as Tony was
thrown from one side of the room to the other, before finally been thrown
through the pane glass doors with a shivering smash. We dove to the ground as
the deadly splinters of glass showered on top of us.
swiftly to our feet and rushed to Tony’s aid.
Tony, can you hear us” I said my voice still trembling after our latest
Yeah, of course I can” he replied each word blooded and bruised as he slowly
got to his feet.
Birds could be heard singing their morning chorus, the Bible father Appleton
had given us still left the odd smolder of smoke we knew he would return for
the borrowed book, only now what could we say?
expected father Appleton was not best pleased.
What’s happened here” he replied in shock glancing at the mass mess of
broken glass and smashed furniture.
You young ones today, what with your wild parties” he continued shaking his
head in disgust.
Look we’ve already told you, just look at me” said Tony pointing to the
cuts on his face.
Save it son, you can’t go blaming your problems on ghosts and demons, yes
there was a demon here last night, the alcoholic one.”
was irate as the father refused to believe anything, and I swear if he
wasn’t wearing a collar… As it turned out that wouldn’t be the last
encounter we would have with Appleton.
that very night a loud banging on the door interrupted our latest movie. We leapt
to our feet ready for another attack.
knocking got louder as Michael nervously crept towards the front door before
slowly opening it.
Father Appleton, what can I do for you” he replied and for a second we
sighed with relief, only for a second.
Don’t play me for the fool, do you people get your kicks out of it”?
now we had joined a rather confused Michael.
Sorry, get kicks out of what, I don’t know what you’re talking about”
Appleton ordered us to leave the house, I’d never seen him so angry as he
led us down towards the churchyard.
we approached the strong stench of smoke fanned out across the air, our hearts
sank as the sound of crackling could be heard before a demonic red glow could
be seen the church was engulfed in hellish flames.
tried our hardest to plead our innocence, but father Appleton was grief
stricken and who could really blame him.
Is this because of the house thing” he wept.
No…” we cried in unison.
You make me sick, the whole lot of you, this church has stood for over a
hundred years now look at it” he continued.
We didn’t know what to do as we
watched the church burning, not only did we have a demon to contend with but
now this. Father Appleton looked on as the tears flowed from his eyes and the
evil crackling flames continued their mass destruction.
I shall be pressing charges” Father Appleton continued,
Now get out of here” he raged….
next morning Father Appleton awaked us along with two police officers that led
us again to the churchyard.
the flames had burnt themselves out we were made to approach the church and
there in front of us in large red bloody letters a message on the remaining
bricks read WE ARE LEGION… WE ARE MANY
we denied the allegations but it fell on deaf ears.
full investigation was carried out and for once we seemed to have stumbled
across some good fortune as there was no evidence connecting us with the
crime, father Appleton was distraught and ordered a restraining order upon us,
which the officers obliged, our situation swiftly fell into darkness again as
we would have to find help elsewhere.
stress was beginning to tell as we felt trapped, there was no escape, no one
would believe us and our strength of will was growing short.
met in our local pub glaring at pints of larger, we could have easily gotten
ourselves intoxicated and finally end it all, but that would have been victory
for the demon and we weren’t about to give in after all we had been through,
as we would soon find out, neither was our twisted friend, could things
possibly get any worse?
6 : THE APOCALYPSE
was one week later when our supernatural war would take a chilling twist.
was November 3rd and Michael had fallen ill with some sort of Flu
virus and so again risking our own contamination we stayed by his bedside.
knew going only of the fictional belief that now Michael was ill this would
give the demon more energy to unleash on both Tony and myself.
nightfall blanketed the November skies, the sickly deathly grip of the demon
can remember being awoken by the most deafening scream then a loud thudding.
I got up, looked around as my eyes focused, Michael still lay helplessly in
his sick bed, though Tony was gone. I rushed helplessly out onto the landing
when I heard an agonizing groan, looking from the top of the stairs I saw Tony
in a heap at the very bottom.
as fast as I could I approached Tony who slowly picked himself up.
It picked me up and threw me down the stairs” Tony wept as blood was oozing
from his nose.
I even had chance to respond our attention was diverted to a loud crashing, we
tried our hardest to get back to the top of the stairs whilst being struck
with ornaments and pictures which were thrown with such force.
We’ve got to help Michael” Tony cried as again as always the loud thudding
made it hard to be heard.
fled towards Michael’s bedroom but were stopped in our tracks by a wild cold
rush of wind, the door slammed shut.
Tony yelled trying hard to open the door.
Andy, help me, help me”….
quickly snapped myself out of trance and tried to open the jammed door,
Michael suddenly cried out in shear desperation.
decided to use bruit force as Michael’s screams got louder and louder, like
a bull towards a matador we charged the door, which finally gave way.
tried hard to grasp a hold of a desperate Michael but again we were thrown
with ease, myself hitting my head on the old pine dressing table.
we watched on as Michael’s trembling flesh was hacked pierced at ease, dark
oozing cuts appeared at will as the demon attacked.
had almost passed out in shear agony when he suddenly began to gasp for
breath, we watched in fear as Michael’s chest was being invaded, pushed down
as though the demon was suffocating him.
gave out one loud bellowing scream of agony causing blood to seep from his
eyes and mouth.
silence, nothing, death, all was calm…
swiftly turned on the bedroom light and the true extent of the ordeal could
clear to see, Michael lay helpless as his skin winced in agony the dark
demonic cuts gleaming seeping in the light.
Michael…” we held his head up trying to get a response.
through the agonising pain Michael replied.
You have to find help” he whispered before closing his eyes, for a second we
thought Michael was gone.
knew we had to do something, anything now, I risked been thrown into jail as I
headed for last-ditch attempt to gain Father Appleton’s help.
following morning I made the risky journey to his home at the now burnt
had to try anything I could to get him to listen. I knocked nervously on his
front door and waited for the backlash.
I thought you were clearly told to stay away” he replied in a stern voice.
Yes but…” the door was quickly been shut before I finally lodged my foot
in the door.
What are you going to do now, attack me” replied a concerned father
Father please, I only want to talk, please” I said with desperation in my
was reluctantly invited in.
So where are the other two?” father Appleton replied.
Tony is with Michael, he’s become gravely ill that’s why I’m here.”
You don’t need a priest Andrew you need a doctor”.
Look, please, I know you don’t believe what we told you but we need your
help, please father.” I pleaded my emotions getting the better of me.
I’ve already told you…”
Can’t you just bless the house?” I said before he rejected me again.
was a slight pause.
If I do this do you promise not to bother me again”.
Yes father yes” I said with excitement and relief in my voice.
at that moment it felt as though the crushing weight had been lifted from our
led father Appleton back to Michael, knocking hard upon the door.
swiftly appeared with concern etched on his face.
Thank goodness you’re here, he’s gotten worse.”
Appleton headed up the stairs to a distressed Michael.
father was shocked into silence at Michael’s deathly appearance and
attempted to comfort him in his moment of need.
as the father approached and revealed the crucifix to begin the blessing
Michael yelled out in an angry tone of voice.
GET OUT, GET OUT” he cried
grasping hold of a stunned Appleton before wrestling him to the floor.
were stunned at the series of events.
Michael what the hell are you doing” I cried throwing Michael off of the
Appleton finally managed to get to his feet as Michael lay in a glare. Again
he picked up the crucifix and as we watched on Michael’s face had turned
stoned white as he began to tremble.
cried out in pain as the father drew closer, suddenly an eerie groan could be
heard all around and finally the demon’s silence was broken as it spoke
I HAVE THE BOYS SOUL” it cried in a chilling dark voice.
couldn’t believe what I was witnessing as this was the real life exorcist.
Appleton approached Michael who swiftly fled from his bedroom down the stairs
and into the kitchen.
brave father overcome with past events again approached Michael who cowered in
the corner, as he approached the demon exploded with rage grasping three large
deadly kitchen knives and hurtling them in our and father Appleton’s
deterred the father continued before dropping the crucifix to the floor, we
looked on as dark oozing blood covered the crucifix, a chilling laughter
filled the air the father was defenseless as the demon grasped the helpless
father Appleton holding him against the wall.
fled for father Appleton’s black bag, swiftly opening it he fumbled around
before producing a small bottle of holy water, he rushed towards the demonic
Michael throwing it over him.
in agony the demon released Father Appleton as he slumped down in the corner,
Michael dropped slowly to his knees and for a brief moment there was silence.
Michael”… Tony cried as he rushed towards him.
Tony wait” I cried trying to stop him.
was in that instance that the true demon would show itself, both father
Appleton looked on as Michael’s face began to wither and age, part of his
face remained human whilst the other seeped with sickly yellow ooze coming
from the deep cuts on his face.
laughter could be hard as the demon grasped a helpless Tony throwing him back
into the wall.
TONY”… We’ve got to help him” I cried breaking free from father
Appleton’s protective grasp.
I was thrown back with tremendous force, landing hard on the couch and
bouncing on the floor.
Appleton swiftly dragged me away.
Are you ok” he replied picking me up. I nodded as the demon approached a
helpless Tony, tears flowed from my eyes as each button was ripped away from
Tony’s shirt revealing trembling flesh.
demon with Tony at its mercy turned towards us looking with deep dark soulless
eyes, Michael Harper had been transformed.
continued to try and get at the demon as the father held me back.
No Andrew it’s too late… it’s too late.”
demonic Michael picked up a jagged kitchen knife and placed the blade towards
Tony’s flesh he then violently slashed the knife from left to right, slowly,
very slowly back and forth, the screams were to harsh to describe as Tony was
split open, we continued to watch as the demon picked up a lifeless Tony,
holding him the demon cackled aloud as intestines fell before us in a puddle
of screaming blood.
looked on in shear shock as the life drained out of Tony almost as quick as
his body fluids, Michael then collapsed.
trying to come to terms with past events I approached Michael with caution
before slowly kneeling before him.
Michael can you hear me?” I said my voice hardly able to pronounce the words
overwhelmed with grief.
there was a groan and I lept backwards….
slowly sat up and turned and faced both the father and myself.
What’s happened, ware’s Tony” replied Michael.
could hardly bring myself to tell him but it wouldn’t be to long before he
would discover the sight for himself.
TONY… NO” coughing he
What’s happened?” he cried
Don’t worry Michael, it wasn’t your fault”.
What, you mean to say,… I did this?”
No Michael not you, this is the demon’s doing”.
looked swiftly at his blood soaked clothes.
No…. who’s going to believe that, you said it yourself father, I’m
doomed” Michael broke grasping hold of father Appleton.
the fracas that had occurred the police were sworn in by concerned neighbours
and Michael was arrested by the local police, the demon had secured his first
gruesome victory as I now feared the backlash from not only Tony’s grief
stricken parents but my own as well, the supernatural factor would surely be
all but buried now.
Appleton tried his up most to make the powers that be understand but to no
avail and being honest looking back could you blame them?
home now cordoned off was under a huge murder investigation; the officers
working at the scene were white with shock.
The trial would take place at
Liverpool Crown Court and both father Appleton and myself knew we were
fighting a losing battle.
in the court room listening to the prosecution rip my fellow friend Michael
down I was filled with remorse and guilt, if only I hadn’t gotten involved
with that Quija board…
At the end of the first day of
trial we were obviously feeling rejected as Michael was pratrade as a cold
funeral was an ordeal in itself, all eyes glaring at me, Tony’s father
couldn’t take it and snapped…
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE HERE” he yelled in bluster of tears as concerned on
lookers tried desperately to restrain him.
My parents who also were stunned
stood by me though refusing to believe the whole Quija board angle and despite
my pleads of how they’d known Michael from my school days and his character
simply scoffed replying
You always think you know people”….
the heated service Tony’s dismembered body was taken for cremation at St
I had to turn my attention to the continuing murder trial and hope for some
sort of miracle.
Appleton was allowed to visit Michael in his cell but as he reported back
Michael was obviously dumbfounded with the whole experience, I couldn’t even
imagine what he must have been going through, knowing you are innocent but
being prêt rayed as a killer.
Michael was trapped as we all were in this living nightmare.
He didn’t speak, not one word,” replied the returning father Appleton.
soul was withering away as father Appleton continued to explain his demise.
prosecution had swiftly presented all the evidence and had already pleaded
with jury to convict.
legal advisers had explained the shear difficulty in explaining the true
events, which they to were finding it hard to believe.
defence put the case forward as Tom Atkins defence lawyer spoke.
Members of the jury, it is my intention to convince you that Mr. Harper was
infact a victim of demonic possession and thus had no control over his
expected the judge rejected the claim out right and was told to re think his
claim. Once out of the courtroom Tom faced both of us to unveil the truth.
Look I told you before we should plead insanity that’s the only way out of
But he’s innocent” I cried.
Not in the eyes of the law, I mean look at him,”… replied Tom
we looked towards Michael he lay in a trance like state dead to the world and
He doesn’t even realise who he is, never mind where he is and this is the
twentieth century, not the sixteenth, demonic possession doesn’t add up to
any sane individual, this isn’t the movies, even you know this father” Tom
understood also but it was such an injustice to Father Appleton and myself
knowing the truth which no one could possibly comprehend, but there wasn’t
anything else left to do.
back into the courtroom the judge finally gave the only verdict he could.
Michael Harper, it is this courts decision to find you guilty.”
words guilty, guilty, guilty, ringing in my ears, my heart sank as cheers of
relief came from Tony’s parents.
Michael broke as the officers led him down.
NO… NO … I didn’t do it… help me… help me… he continued to yell
with the last ounce of strength he had.
towards the sky and feeling the cold chilling November wind touch my skin I
knew I was alone, returning to Newton le Willows I would have to prepare
myself for whatever confrontation lay ahead.
24th, I was awoke from my bed, my parents stood watching the
morning news bulletin Michael Harper was dead…
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, as the reporter continued to describe
how the officers had found him hanging in his cell.
was struck down with grief as this felt like the final nail in the coffin, my
obsession with horror and the supernatural had cost me three of my closest
month of December was upon me the season of good will; I had no reason to
the month drew out I began having vivid flash backs and torrid nightmares, the
same dream occurring again and again.
be walking down a dank cold corridor, at the side of me were prison cages,
more like animal cages with the groans of suffering tortured people calling
out, pleading with me. Coming to the end of the corridor a dark man, deformed
would confront me, his face half rotten with yellow ooze seeping from a pour
in his wrinkled face, I’d often wake with my bed soaked in fearful sweat.
visions didn’t only occur at night but were turning into day mares; it was
becoming more difficult for me to notice the difference between my dreams and
this to father Appleton he often urged me to stay strong but weak and tired I
was finding it hard coping.
December the 10th the supernatural beast returned preying on my
weakness, draining me for his energy.
sat alone in my room staring at the Quija board, then to the photo of the good
old days, the Ghost Hunter crew.
placed my fist down on the board with anger, the room swiftly became cold and
the lights blew out leaving me in hellish darkness.
YOURSELF” I yelled with rage just wanting the demon to put me out of my
waited for a second then as if by command I was surrounded by blue bolts of
light, almost like electricity charges, which spun with great speed around me.
I fell back on my bed and watched in ore waiting for the confrontation.
foul stench, the smell of rotting flesh, the smell of death filled my room,
followed by a strange cold blanket of mist that crept slowly all around me.
out of the mist stood a figure, it approached slowly towards me, my heart had
stopped I was rigid with fear.
in colour no facial expression but the essence of evil stood before me.
yelled out in fear and then again all was calm, no deathly white mist, or
I sighed with relief and whipped
the flood of sweat from my forehead when suddenly I was thrown into the air, a
dark eerie laugh filled my head as I hit my head and back against the wall.
I slowly made it to my bedroom door; my hands shaking as I franticly turned
there was a loud banging from the other side of the door
GOD HELP ME”…. I wept as my parents franticly tried to get into the room.
the furniture and appliances were thrown with ease, the loud explosion from my
TV could be heard as it fell to hell.
finally mustered enough strength, the door opened and I was greeted by the
horrified look on my parents face as I fled down the stairs avoiding
shattering glass the photo’s that were thrown in my direction.
the house I limped with what energy I had left back to father Appleton,
banging with force upon his door.
Andrew” he replied as I fell inside his house with exorstion.
It’s going to kill me, you must help,” I pleaded.
He led me into his front living
quarters were I was introduced to two elderly members of his congregation.
the father had continued to explain spirits and demons were part of the old
church beliefs however he and the other two priests would put their lives on
the line in order to be rid of this vengeful sprit by performing an exorcism.
could only pray this would end my living nightmare?
been told of the risk of exorcisms I lead father Appleton and his other
members back into the kingdom of hell to face the sinister demon.
I returned home I noticed a number of my neighbours watching on in horror, the
spirit could still be heard, demonic screams.
inside the front door slammed shut as the priests quickly prepared for the
The eerie growl could be heard but
undeterred they continued on.
the ritual began the demon’s anger reached new heights as table’s chairs
and almost anything was thrown towards the priests, the room had become so
chilled that now breath could be clearly seen.
my parents and myself huddled together avoiding flying obstacles, as they went
from room to room demanding the spirit leave.
I watched on as a rather jagged demonic knife hurtled towards the suspecting
priests hitting father Johnson square in the chest, dark laughter filled the
air as the dying man placed his hand on his blooded chest before falling to
the floor in a heap.
was no time to stop as father Appleton proceeded up the stairs thrusting his
crucifix in front of him and reading from the Bible as he did so the demon’s
anger intensified, he managed to reach the top of the stairs before been
thrown back to the bottom, I swiftly rushed to father Appleton’s aid helping
him back to his feet.
he began his Holy verse and asked both my parents and myself to recite the
Hail Mary, which we shouted from the top of our lungs…
Demon’s screams became so intense, as we continued.
Leave this place unclean spirit” Appleton commanded as we continued with the
thudding again began as the demon tried hard to resist…
Making the sign of the cross and
avoiding mirrors as glass shattered he made his way around the house.
battle was nearing its end as the demon fled, the thudding fading, the screams
fading until silence.
Is it over father” I said whipping the blood from the cuts and bruises.
father took a minute, whipping the sweat from his head.
the smell of roses swept the house.
Roses, what is this?” I said with confusion.
It’s God’s will” father Appleton replied.
slowly headed back down the stairs, weak and tired.
Can you smell”?
Suddenly there was a blinding flash
of light and the next thing I remember was hurtling through the air and
All around were concerned people
looking down upon me, as I focused my eyes my home was a burning inferno, I
swiftly tried to get back inside but was held back.
I yelled in emotion the words been choked by the flow of blood which seeped
from every part of my aching body.
I was in total shock as a blanket
was quickly draped around me, my head in a daze I was lead away by paramedics.
eyes flooded with tears I watched as the fire brigade battled the raging
next thing that comes to mind was waking in a hospital bed; I was approached
by two police officers that explained the tragic news I had feared.
I’m sorry Mr. Jenkins, there was nothing they could do, and you’re lucky to
What happened” I stuttered knowing I was alone the shear emotion breaking
Faulty Gas mane”…. The police officer said slowly.
wept knowing the truth but said nothing.
being discharged from hospital I headed back to my former home after been
declared safe by the emergency services.
sight was of shear devastation, nothing but charred images of a past battle; I
slowly walked up the stairs and headed to my bedroom again all my possessions
gone. The cold draft blew from my window were the glass once was.
as I was about to leave a small piece of wood caught my eye, I walked over and
picked it up dusting away the soot.
the A had burned away like everything else.
all I’d lost this one piece of wood remained as a chilling reminder. With
furious anger I through it against the wall the brittle wood shattering like
spent many months in counseling not really being able to reveal the dark
truth that stays with me and of course you the reader.
used to think the Quija board was a myth, I used to enjoy horror movies but in
reality the experience had taught me a very costly lesson “Curiosity did
indeed “kill the cat”….
Cunningham, Michael Harper and Tony Jeffers, the Ghost Hunter crew, three
great guys who lost their lives through a deadly deed,
this goes out to any one who dares play Quija, real life’s horror’s
can’t be rectified and as for the Exorcist, that’s just a movie, like all
horror films there only fiction… the Quija Board Is NOT!
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