halloween haunting ,a story by greg(reader's discretion is strongly advice)+15

Episode 5

Detective Miller sat in his office at the police
station. He was staring at John Kelly‟s high
school picture on the computer. There were
enough similarities from the picture that
reflected the muddy corpse at the park. It was
definitely him, but how? Miller minimized the
window on his screen and clicked into the next
file. He selected all the photos in the file and
opened them. Pictures of the other kids and
teacher that died on that Halloween popped up –
Ava, Mason, Melissa and Corey. Miller studied
their faces and then reached for a folder on his
desk. The phone at his desk rang. He glanced at
the caller ID. It said: Watkins – Hilliard. He
quickly picked up the phone. “This is Detective
Miller,” he said. There was slight static on the
other line. “Ms. Watkins?” The static would get
louder and then subside to silence. “Elizabeth?”
The static returned loudly and squealed. Miller
pulled the phone away from his ear and cringed.
He could still hear the static as he slowly put the
receiver back up to his ear. “Ms. Watkins, can
you hear me?” With a click on the other line, the
call was ended. Miller was confused. There must
have been some bad interference somehow. But
Ms. Watkins must have needed something – or
had information. Who knew, maybe she was even
going to confess. Miller stood up and put on his
long coat and fedora that hung on the wall. He
grabbed his car keys from off the desk and left
his office.....
Holly dozed off on the couch and startled herself
awake to the sound of a woman screaming. She
sat up fast and looked around – Kevin was gone.
The woman screamed again and Holly looked at
the TV – another scary movie was on and a
woman was screaming as she was forced into
the corner of a room by the undead. Holly took a
deep breath....
"Kevin?” she called out. She looked on the coffee
table and the pumpkin was still sitting there
untouched. The kitchen knife that was beside it,
however, was gone. “Kevin?” she called out
again, slightly more tense. She turned around
and saw Kevin coming out of the kitchen with
his mouth full of a half-eaten cookie that was in
his hand. Holly put her hand to her chest and
caught her breath. “You scared me. What are
you doing?” “I was cleaning up,” Kevin said, still
chewing. He swallowed hard and continued: “I
put the knife away. I figured we probably
weren‟t going to be carving the pumpkin.” Kevin
sat down next to her on the couch. “I was
thinking I might head back to my apartment in a
bit.” “Why?” Holly whined. “Well, first of all,
you‟re exhausted. If I leave, you can get some
rest. Secondly,” Kevin began, and right on cue, a
loud crack of thunder shook the house, “…that. If
I stay any longer, I‟ll get caught in the storm.”
Holly understandably nodded in agreement.
“Okay. You want to do breakfast tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Kevin smiled. The TV flickered again, and
shut off completely this time along with all the
lamps. Even the ceiling fan lost power and
slowed to a stop.
They both looked around, waiting for everything
to come back on. Nothing did. A strong gust of
wind blew through the neighborhood and rattled
the pictures hanging on the wall. A quick flash of
lightening lit up the now dim room. “Don‟t leave
yet,” Holly whimpered. Kevin nodded, slightly
intimidated himself. “We‟ll need some candles,”
Kevin said. “They‟re in my bedroom, I‟ll be right
back.” Holly stood up and walked off towards her
bedroom on the other side of the house. Kevin
pulled his phone out of his pocket and double-
tapped the screen to turn it on. The screen
remained black. He tried again with the same
baffling results. Holly walked through the
doorway and into her bedroom. She shuffled
straight to the nightstand by the side of her bed
and pulled the drawer open. The room began to
darken as the storm drew closer. She fished
around, blindly, in the drawer for the candles and
matches. A strobing series of lightening flashes
lit up the room and Holly jumped back and
screamed in fear as she saw a dark decrepit
hand reaching for her face. The series of
lightening bolts came to a stop and left the room
in ominous shadows. Holly stood up against her
closet door with her hand over her mouth, staring
at her bed – the hand came from a dark figure
laying on it.
“Are you okay?” Kevin called out from the living
room. Thunder roared outside and Holly caught
her breath. “No…” she said back, her voice
shaking in dread. She kept her attention on the
bed – something didn‟t seem right. There‟s no
way she could have imagined that. She took a
couple small vigilant steps back towards the bed.
A quiet gurgling sound coming from the bed
made her stop. She stared into the shadows and
the thunder crashed again and another series of
flashes illuminated the room. A rotting corpse lay
on her bed, with its arm reaching out for her.
Holly screamed again and backed into the closet
door again. The flesh on the carcass was falling
off the bone and murky water gurgled out of its
mouth. The long straggly brown hair on its head
made it obvious it was a girl, and the right half
of a broken-heart necklace around her neck
made it obvious who it was – Ava. “Ava! Oh my
God!” Holly covered her mouth again and ran out
of the room. Kevin met up with her in the
hallway and grabbed her. “What‟s wrong? What‟s
wrong?” he frantically asked. “It‟s Ava! She‟s on
my bed
Kevin dashed into the bedroom and immediately
heard the gurgling sound. A couple quick flashes
of light lit up the room and Kevin saw the body.
He backed out into the hallway. “Who is that?”
Kevin screamed. “It‟s Ava!” “It can‟t be! She‟s
dead and buried!” “It‟s her! Call the police!” “My
phone isn‟t working, give me yours!” Holly
fumbled in her pockets and pulled out her phone
and handed it to her brother. Kevin pressed the
buttons on the side and tapped the screen, but
her phone didn‟t work either. “We have to go to
the neighbors, Holly. C‟mon!”
Kevin grabbed his sister by the hand and they
ran down the hall and out the front door of the
house. The wind was gusting, blowing dead
leaves violently across the yard. Kevin pulled his
sister up the porch to the neighbor‟s house and
pounded on the door. He waited a moment but
no one answered. A crack of thunder shook the
earth and rain began to pour from the sky. Kevin
and Holly were instantly soaked to the bone.
Kevin looked at his car sitting along the side of
the road and he felt for his keys in his pocket.
“C‟mon!” he yelled over the hard-falling rain, and
drug Holly back across the yard by her hand.
They climbed into his car and he started the
engine and took off down the street.
Kevin turned onto Main St. and followed the
roundabout straight through onto Scioto Darby
Rd. “Where are you going?” Holly screamed. “The
police department is back that way!” Kevin had a
concentrated look of hostility on his face. He
snarled behind the wheel and he stared through
the frantic windshield wipers and watched the
road. “We‟re going to the Watkins house. She‟s
the only one who can explain this.” Holly sat
back in the passenger seat and looked out the
window. She took notice on how dark the storm
was making it. It was almost like nighttime. She
looked down at the clock on the radio, but it was
flashing all zeros. “What time is it?” she asked.
Kevin first looked to the radio, but once he saw
it wasn‟t working, he glanced at his watch. “It‟s
a little after three.” “It was a little after three
earlier when I asked you.” Kevin looked at his
watch again. “The battery must have died. I
don‟t know what time it is.” The car splashed
down the puddle-riddled road and they came up
fast on another car. They were nearing Amity Rd.
when the car in front of them put their brake
lights on and came to an abrupt stop in the
middle of the road...