Horrors Of The Dead Girls

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They come out every midnight.

The spirit of the two girls, who died in this house, when their parents yet lived here.

They come out to play.

Their parents had moved out, seven months after their deaths.

They both died in their sleep. One aged 13, the other 9.

I cannot explain the misery, I can't find words for the devastation their parents must have felt.

They weren't sick, they hadn't shown any signs of ill health. Their parents just woke one day and found them lying on their bed, breathless.

Dead.

Before the new couple moved in, neighbours complained.

They say they hear shrieking laughters eveynight at about 1:15am.

Every single night.

Sometimes accompanied by the flash of light from something, something like a torch.

They hadn't confirmed though, because no one had been bold enough to go checking.

But asides the torch and laughter, one thing was so clear and unmistakable;

The sound of footsteps running around the apartment, of metal clanging and of woods as they hit floor.

Who could be running around an uninhabited apartment at midnight everyday?

That question stayed unanswered, until the new couple moved in.

And for two months, the laughter and running footsteps ceased.

He had gone to bed a little early. Himself and his wife.

The new couple.

He had personally gone to check on his son, exactly thirty minutes after his wife laid him in his cot, in his own room.

The little boy was already fast asleep. So he quietly walked out of the room, as to keep from waking him.

Walked into his own room, laid on the bed and in a matter of minutes he was fast asleep.

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He jerked awake.

He had heard it, a laughter followed by a gurgling cry.

It was faint, but he was sure he had heard something. He reached for his side clock and checked the time.

It was 1:37am.

Then he heard it again.

This time shrill and reverberating.

It came from his son's room. He tiptoed to the corridor that led to the room and found the door wide open.

He had shut the door the himself before retiring, he was sure he had.

Who could have opened it? He thought.

His wife was still asleep, he didn't want to wake her.

So he walked into the room, and found the baby awake in his cot. And on his face were traces of white powder, smeared on carelessly.

The little boy was giggling, amused.

He reached to carry him, and that was when he heard a sound behind. And as he turned he caught the glimpse of a grey robe exiting the room.

He rushed hurriedly to door, stared into the corridor and found no one.

Walking back to his room, the baby cradled in his arms, he found his wife still sleeping.

He didn't wake her, and he didn't mention it to her. She would get overly panicked and he didn't want that.

He wasn't even sure anything had happened, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him - hallucination.

He'd been so stressed lately, and so that was very possible.

For three weeks, nothing happened. The play ceased, and so did the creepy laughter at midnight.

He still never told his wife, but he had kept vigil.

He was leaving for two days, travelling outside town for work.

He kissed his wife goodbye. And as he made to leave, there was a conflict in his thoughts.

A part of him wanted to let his wife into what happened the other time, another part urged him not to, it was probably nothing since it hadn't happened again.

So he left.

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That night while she slept, the wife.

The baby on her bed, she didn't leave him in his cot, in his room.

He was there, with her, by her.

His chest heaving in pure innocence as he slept.

At midnight, 2:05am exactly.

Someone touched her legs. She started awake but didn't see anyone. Turned around and..

Couldn't find her baby. The space he occupied by her bed was empty.

She jerked off the bed, checked underneath the bed, he wasn't there.

Atop of the cupboard, no sign.

Behind the curtains, nothing.

She ran mad with fear and apprehension.

Hurrying to his room, she flung the door open, and..

There he was on floor, giggling.

In his mouth was a feeder.

She walked in. And he stared at her.

No, he was staring at something behind her.

She turned, and that was when she saw them.

Two girls, faces painted in red and black, hair smeared with white paint, clad in grey gowns, laughing and chuckling, walking hand in hand towards her.

They held a playcard, and it read;

Please, would you take us to our mother?

She gave a loud shriek, and that was all she remembered before darkness enveloped her.

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