Memories

(A/N: This is an horror idea me and my friend got a couple of years back, and I used it as a hand in for school :) It's my first attempt to make an horror story, so please bear with me... Anyways, enjoy! And remember to review!!)

MEMORIES
It was yet another hot summer day in the mid of July. Red skin, white skin and brown skin were revealed to the open eye. The beaches were filled with happy, suntanned, batting people in all ages and sizes. The clear waters chilled their hot skins.
The ice kiosks were filled with impatient children and their parents. In every home the air conditioners were on maximum and the windows were open in every used building.
It was the third week of the summer holiday.

Sunlight gleamed through the window. The sound of birds chirping happily could be heard from the slightly open window.
A light breeze played in the girls long blond hair. Her green eyes starred out in the empty air. With her bare, tanned and slender arms embracing her legs, she slowly rocked bag and forth in a constant and unconscious motion. She had been like that since she arrived almost 24 hours ago. An untouched plate of food and a glass of water stood before her. The room itself was not very big. It had white walls and a white stone floor. The furnishing was minimal; it only contained a bed, with white sheets, a wooden table with a matching wooden chair and a hand wash also in a clear white colour.
There was no emotion to trace in her graceful face. Nothing to reveal her thoughtless mind. There was nothing to tell what horrors she had seen, days before. Nor any happy memories of her short life, was to tell.

They ended up being six to the trip. At first Monique didn’t like the thought, but Julie had managed to convince her. The guys had not been a problem to convince. Toby would follow Julie everywhere; Sean was ready for everything, which seemed just a bit scary and André and Aspen… well, they would always follow the others wherever they went. They had started planning the trip a couple of weeks before the school had ended and had ended up being much exited about it.
They met outside the house Tuesday after dinner. They had brought their sleeping bags, pillows, some clothes and food; they had only planned to stay there for one night.
The house was at least a hundred years and had been standing empty the last 25 years, at least. There was a rumour in the town, telling that the former owner had died in a mysterious way and had first been found months after the death had occurred. Since then the house had been known as the “Ghost house”, which no one dared to enter, until now that was.
Inside the house was dirty and dusty, no surprise for a house which haven’t been cleaned for the last 25 years.
They settled down in what seemed to once have been the living room. They had lit fire in the old fireplace and gathered around it as it became darker outside. Julie sat between Toby and Monique, Toby’s arm protectively around her waist. She felt good, sitting there in “The Ghost House” with her best friends and boyfriend. They talked and laughed as the darkness crept closer around their innocent ignorance.


Their watches showed 02:30 when they finally decided to get some rest. They unpacked their sleeping bags and got comfortable in front of the fireplace. Half an hour later they had fallen silent.

Julie woke by someone gently poking her shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Monique in front of her.
“It is 5 pm…” she whispered. Julie blinked. Why would her friend wake her up to tell her what time it was? They had only slept for a couple of hours.
“Hasn’t the sun usually risen by now? When it’s summertime…?” Monique asked concerned.
“Yes…?” answered Julie, hoarse from the sleep. Monique nodded towards the big windows behind her.
“It’s pitch dark outside…” Julie untangled her self from Toby’s arms and looked out. Monique was right. It was completely dark. She looked at Toby’s watch, which was satellite controlled. 05:03. Normally the sun would have been setting at least an hour ago. Before she could think anymore about it, Aspen screamed and sat up quickly. Julie and Monique looked at him as the last three boys slowly awoke.
“What’s the matter?” Sean asked sleepily and yawned. Aspen stared at them with horror painted in his choppy face.
“She was here…” he whispered terrified.
“Who was here?” Julie asked.
“Granny…” was all he could say. The others stared at each other confused. They all remembered very clearly that his granny had died almost a year ago. Monique sighed and walked over to sit beside Aspen and lay a comforting arm around him.
“You had a bad dream, Aspen… It is alright, we are right here…” Aspen pulled away from Monique and stood up. He looked from one to another.
“It was no dream, I’m telling you! She was right here! In this very room! And she called for me…” They all looked at each other.
“There it was again!” he suddenly exclaimed, “didn’t you hear it? “Aspen-sweetie, you’ve grown so big, since I saw you last!”” Aspen shivered. The others looked at him quest able. There went silent for a while. They all listen carefully.
“Ehm… What is it we’re supposed to hear again?” André asked.
“Wait…” Toby said, “I can hear something…” Julie looked at him.
“Aspen’s granny?” Toby shook his head and walked towards the door leading to the hall.
“No, I thought I heard steps…”
“Steps?” Julie followed him.
“Yeah… You remember I told you about those shoes my mom used to wear in the evening? It sounded exactly like them… In the hall and up the stairs…” Julie sighed.
“But Toby… Your mom died years ago…!” Julie shouted after Toby who was already half way up the stairs.
“I know…” was all he responded. Not long after Aspen followed him up the stairs. Julie’s thoughts were cut of by a scream behind her. She turned to find Monique collapsed on the floor, her hands covered in red blood. Sean kneeled beside her, trying to calm her down. Julie ran to her friend and laid a comforting arm around her. She gasped when she realized where the blood came from. Hot red blood ran from the navel on her friend’s stomach. Monique had begun crying and Julie tried to hush her down.
“Ssh… Don’t panic Monique… does it hurt?” Monique shook her head.
“But I feel weird… like there’s something inside me… Something growing…” she looked at Julie, her eyes wide in horror, “I’m scared Jul…” Julie nodded and hushed her again as Monique began crying harder. André, who had been paralyzed by fear of what suddenly happened around him, came to his senses. He coughed to get their attention. Julie looked up at him.
“Is there something I can do?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yeah,” Julie said, “won’t you go and see if you can find Toby and Aspen? We need to stay together…” André nodded and left them to find the other two boys. Julie looked at Sean.
“We need to go to the bathroom to look at this…” she said, “You take Monique with you, I’ll be there in a sec, I’ll find something to bandage…”
“Right…” Sean rose and pulled the crying Monique on her feet. When they were gone Julie sighed looked around in the living room, in search of something she could use to bandage Monique and stop the bleeding. What is happening all of a sudden? She thought, what is this place? At first Aspen and Toby hear their dead relatives and then Monique starts bleeding from her navel… What is going on?! Julie found some old curtains, covering the dark windows, which she tore down. In the same minute Toby, Aspen and André entered the living room.
“So here you are…” Toby said and walked up to her, “Where were you?” Julie looked at him confused.
“What are you talking about?” she said, “I’ve been here all the time…” Toby raised a brow.
“No you haven’t…”
“We were in here just minute ago…” Aspen said nervously, “Then there was no one…” Julie shook her head. She’d been there all the time. How come they haven’t seen her?
“Where are Monique and Sean?” André asked suddenly. Julie was brought back from her thoughts.
“In the bathroom” she answered, “I looked for something to bandage for Monique…”
They all four dismissed the living room and seconds later a scream broke through the darkness. In the middle of the cold bathroom floor were Sean and Monique lying in a pool of blood. Their deadly pale faces were painted with confusion and horror.
They all stood paralyzed by the sight of their murdered friends. Julie covered her face in Toby’s chest as the tears treated to fall.
“What is going on…?” Aspen whispered. The others weren’t able to answer that question.

They were back in the living room. Julie was heartbroken; there was no end of her crying. Both Toby and Aspen tried to calm her down, but without luck. André sighed.
“I’ll take a look around…” he said and headed for the hall.
“Are you crazy?!” Aspen bursted out, “Sean and Monique has just been murdered and you wanna wander around ALONE!?” André just shrugged and left the room and the others behind.
Toby sighed and turned his attention back to his crying girlfriend.
“Let him be Aspen. We got others things to think of…” Aspen nodded at his friend.
“Is there anything I can do?” Julie looked up. Her eyes bloodshot and her cheeks sticky from the tears.
“Yeah…” she said groggily, “Will you please go and clean up the mess Monique and Sean are lying in?” Aspen nodded once again and left the living room.
“Are you feeling a bit better now?” Toby asked.
“Yeah,” she answered and looked in his blue eyes, “but I’m awfully tired…” Toby smiled at her.
“It must get brighter soon, but take a nap. I’ll wake you up if something happens…” Julie smiled back, lay down and closed her eyes. Soon the sleep took over.

She felt something hard and cold in her hand and looked down. A long silver knife covered in deep red and warm blood. The knife clinked against the stone floor as she dropped it. Then she realized the blood on her other hand and on her shirt around her navel. She screamed and looked up. There, on the floor before her, lay André. His eyes split open in the same way as Monique and Sean’s had been, painted with confusion and horror. His shirt soaked in blood.

Julie woke by her own scream. A dream? Julie could feel her hair sticky from the sweat and she had trouble controlling her heartbeat. Still chocked from the dream, which had seemed so real, she looked around. It was still dark in the living room and she was alone. It was complete silent. No, wait… Wasn’t there a silent tick tack from what sound like an old clock? And wasn’t there a sound of steps from the stairs?
“Hallo!?” Julie shouted, “Anybody there?” No answer, “Hallo!?”
“Oh, you’ve grown so big, sweetie!” Julie turned around by the sound of the old woman’s voice. But there was no one there, only empty darkness. Julie rose and went out in the hall, where she ran into Toby.
“Oh thank god it’s you,” she said relieved and hugged him.
“Hi, where have you been?” he asked surprised. She looked at him confused.
“What do you mean? I’ve been in the living room, where you left me…”
“No, you weren’t! I fell asleep with you and when I woke up, you were gone, so I went looking for you…” Julie shook her head.
“No! I have just woken!”
“I swear by my dead mother you weren’t there when I woke up!” Toby said angrily.
“Alright, alright! I weren’t there! No need to get angry!” she shouted, “Do you have any idea were the other two are then?”
Toby sighed and shook his head.
“No, “he said,” I’ve been looking all over the place, but there’s no trace of any of them…”
“Have you looked in the basement?” Julie asked as she remembered her nightmare.
Toby looked at her curious.
“No,” he said, “I didn’t know there was a basement…” Julie ran past him and found a little door under the stairs.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw what lay on the cold basement floor. André lay there eyes wide and his shirt soaked on blood. Toby looked from the dead André to Julie and back.
“It’s you…” he whispered suddenly. He looked at Julie, eyes full of a sudden fear and stepped away from her.
“What?!” she asked confused.
“It’s you!” he repeated is a louder tone.
“What’s me? No!”
“It’s you! It’s you!!” Toby shouted as he pointed at Julie, “It’s you!!!”
“No, no… NO!!”


One hot summer night in the mid of July the people in a little town woke by a horrified scream…

”Miss Clearwater, we’ve found the murder weapon…" A cop said entering the room. Miss Clearwater looked up.
“Yes?” she said waiting.
“It was a 30 inches long knife, covered in the victim’s blood…" He said unsure. Miss Clearwater looked at the young girl with the empty eyes.
“One should have known…” Clearwater whispered, mostly to herself.
”There were fingerprints on the knife…” the cop continued nervously. She looked back at him. He swallowed.
”It was hers…” he nodded towards the young girl, "miss Julie... It was hers fingerprints all over the knife…" Miss Clearwater looked at the cop, shocked, before the returned her gaze the girl. Her green eyes still as empty as before. Emotionless. Her going back and forth had stopped when the cop had mentioned her name, but now she was back in her unconscious motion. Back and forth, back and forth…
”Could she have murdered her own friends…?”

(A/N: How'd like it?! Please, please review! Yeah, I know... if the plot seems a bit familar, it is probably because it is inspired by my favorite thriller/horror movie "Blair Witch Project II")