A long time ago, there was a family by the name of Whaley. It was told that on one stormy night, somehow, a fire had started in the Whaleys’ house. Neighbours had said that they heard screams from the Whaley children. However, when help arrived, it was too late. The house had burnt to ashes and there was no possible way of anyone surviving if they were inside the house.

A few decades past and a house was rebuilt on that same spot the Whaley house had been. Few families had moved in and out of the new house. Many didn’t stay for long and rumours have it that the house is haunted by the Whaley family.

Then, one day, a family of four moved into that house. The McKay family never heard the rumours that the house was haunted. They were living there without much untoward incidents until one night, the night that the Whaleys’ house burnt down many, many years ago.

That night, there was a big storm too. Mr and Mrs Mckay and their son was sitting in the living room watching TV. Their daughter, Lizzie, was in her room reading. She was sitting on her bed, which was right next to the window. Outside, she could see the rain pouring down.

All of a sudden, she heard a whisper, “Lizzie, I’m so lonely. Will you please be my friend?”

At first, Lizzie thought it was her brother, but it couldn’t be because she could hear her brother laughing and talking with her parents downstairs. She went back to her book. Few minutes past and she heard the voice again, but this time, it was louder.

“Leave me alone, please! Whoever you are!”, Lizzie screamed, obviously terrified. She looked out the window for no apparent reasons and, to her horror, staring back at her was two pale gray eyes. The eyes turned bright red and then it disappeared into thin air. Lizzie ran to her parents and told them everything, but no one believed her.

Could it have been her imagination all along? Or was it really the ghost of the Whaley children?
[Posted at: Lonely Souls]