The sequel to Mystery of the Attic - Melissa is lured back to the old house to face her greatest fear - alone!
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“You trapped me in that crystal and buried it! Buried me! You had no intentions of ever letting me out!” William screamed. He thrashed his torn and decaying arms wildly about, while approaching me from the far side of the cavern.
Melissa had moved away from the old farmhouse on Wakefield Road months after trapping the evil spirit of William in a crystal and burying it. Now, years later, it seems that her fate with the old house is not yet over. After inheriting the property under mysterious conditions, she goes back to where it all began and discovers a new kind of horror – one that has grown stronger and begun to take control of the outside world.
“I am NOT going to close that stupid door again,” I mumbled to myself, sitting very still and gripping the steering wheel. But the more I stared at the front door hanging wide open, the more it bothered me. This has to be the work of William. I was totally convinced William had come back to take revenge on me for trapping him in that crystal and burying him in the ground, there didn’t seem to be any other logical explanation.
During the time I had lived here, I read tons of books on ghosts, hauntings, poltergeists, and things of that nature. Over the past few years I became extremely interested in television shows, movies and more scientific books on spooks, so I could get a better understanding of what I went through as a thirteen-year old and possibly how best to deal with those memories years later. All this knowledge made me believe my William theory was correct - and nothing was going to change my mind.
Yet here I was, stuck at the old house, the one place I left the spirit of William, and the one place where he seemed to have an advantage over me. I wasn’t sure how, but my gut feeling told me he swiped the key out of the doorknob and kept opening the front door, inviting me to my doom. Well, I wasn’t accomplishing anything just sitting in my car and I had no idea how long it would take Becky to pick me up; I would feel much better if I had some company, maybe at one of the neighbor’s.
I got out of my car and looked around at my options. The nearest neighbor, both elderly people, from what I remember as a child, was a half-mile away and I would have to walk. At the moment, walking didn’t seem like a bad idea; anything was better than sitting here for an hour or more with the open door and the voice of William taunting me.
I started walking down the quarter-mile stone and dirt driveway, with the thought of heading towards the house that used to belong to Miss Summers. I wasn’t sure if she still lived there, or if she was even alive, but it just felt good knowing I could go to someone who would understand my situation and wouldn’t mind if I hung out until my step-sister got here. Even though I had made up my mind not to worry about the house, I kept looking over my shoulder at the front door lazily closing part way and then drifting open repeatedly, as if moved by a breeze. I’m not going to worry about that door, I thought again, in a very determined fashion. I wasn’t completely stupid and there was no way I’d fall for a simple-minded trick like rushing in to the house just to close the door.
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble; the vibrations were subtle, yet firm and I stopped thinking about where I was going and stared at the driveway. What was it - an earthquake – maybe the train? Nah, the train never vibrated the ground like this! My string of questions were answered as several tiny, volcano-shaped mounds of dirt sprung up just a few feet in front of me.
“What the heck?”
I took a few cautious steps closer to one of the mounds and noticed that there was an opening at the top, like an ant hill, but bigger, and what suddenly climbed out of the hole wasn’t an ant – it was a furry black spider.
The eight-legged creature squeezed its large bulbous body out of the small opening, shook the dirt from itself, and then turned to face me. My eyes widened and my whole body trembled with fear at the sight of this spider that was bigger than my hand. I took a step backward as it crawled slowly toward me, moving its fangs. Then, from out of the other mounds, more spiders emerged, all the same size as the first, each one just as black and furry as the next, and in an instant, a swarm of them spread across the whole driveway and out into the yard – and now blocking my path.
The first spider that climbed out of the dirt took a few more slow paces forward and I felt my heartbeat quicken, and the cold hand of fear tighten around my throat. I had to put some distance between this menace and me, while not freaking out in the process. And while I was thinking of a plan on how to do this, a few of the other spiders crawled forward as well, moving their fangs as clear, thick fluid began to drip from what I suspected was their mouths. This doesn’t look good! I thought, and walked backwards a little faster; the tiny loose stones of the driveway making me stumble, but I did not fall. The spiders advanced, a wave of furry black bodies massing together, forming an arc, as if to surround me, crawling faster in an effort to match my strides. Not being able to take it anymore, I panicked and screamed as loud as I could, I turned and ran with all my might toward the house with the spiders in hot pursuit.