Never Alone

I remember reading a newspaper article about a random pattern of break-ins in the Beverly hills area, that just suddenly stopped after the second one. I decided to create the story of the break-ins, but with a twist.

A young thrillseeker has a new way of getting her rush. She decides to break into some celebrities homes.
The first few are easy, until she gets caught by the owner of a huge mansion. If that wasn't scary enough, there's one tiny thing to take into account.
The owner died 3 years ago.

Now Diana has a big secret to hide, and a bigger secret to uncover. One that could leave her the same way as her ghostly friend.


4. Bad

"You idiot! Why did you say you'd do this?" The demoralising side of me hisses, as the soft, ferny leaves gently brush up against my arms.

It was sunset, and I was in a tree at the back of the property Stacey had dared me to break in to. I was confident that I could get in; since 1982, over 15 different people had broken in to here. Now I was going to make it 16 people.

I slowly climbed down the tree and into the grounds; making sure I had my camera with me, alongside a bottle of salt water, in case I scraped myself any more.

Crossing the grounds, I saw the familiar iron structures. Even from a distance, they creeped me out. I'd seen a Ferris wheel that looked just like it in a geography class, (The Dangers of Nuclear Energy Part 2: Chernobyl).

I'd found that the French doors opposite the pool, were unlocked, and from stories and rumours, that the master bedroom was directly above it. Pushing the doors open, I crept through the dusty kitchen as quietly as possible. I wasn't half scared though, as the fading light, thin dust layers, cobwebs and what happened to the last owner combined, made it a perfect setting for the next Paranormal Activity movie.

I crept out of the kitchen and into the hall. An arrangement of old photographs were clumped on a half-moon table. Looking closer, I could see they were of varying age. Some family, some individual, but mostly work-related.

There was a mirror hanging above the photo's, and I could see myself clearly in it, and believe me, I looked really out of place. A tiger in a lion enclosure. A wrongdoer in an honest person's former home.

I managed to tear myself away as I headed up the stairs. I didn't dare to touch the handrail, as I felt like I would be desecrating it. There were more photo's hanging on the walls on the way up. One really struck a heartstring and wouldn't let go.

It was either a Christening photo, or just after birth. A very young baby, getting a kiss on its forehead by the adoring father.

"Boy or girl?" I asked myself, as I examined the photo, "A boy, definitely." I said, noticing the blue silky-edged shawl. It really made a big impression though. All the photos did; that child, and his siblings, might not have anything to remember their father by. I do admit, that did make me tear up a bit.

Making my way through the upstairs hall, I could work out where the master bedroom was. I pushed open the door and saw the dark, shadowey room that awaited me. All I had to do, was find the bed, take a photo of the headboard, then get the hell out of there; it was way too creepy in here. My senses acute, I crept through the dark bedroom.

They don't show this in horror films, but when you feel someone's watching you, your vision tunnels in to a mere pinprick. Your eyes flick around, desperately trying to see as much as possible. But you never seem to notice whatever's watching you, until it's staring you right in the face, and then it rips you apart. I felt like I was in a horror film right then, but one of those ones where the girl sees the supernatural creatures' eyes turn red, the fangs slide out, and then she feels nothing ever again. I feel so scared.

Another thing they don't tell you, is how the desire to pee increases by about a thousand. Right then, I just wanted to get out and find a bathroom, but I had to take that photo. With shaking hands, I lifted my camera up, switched on the flash, and pressed the button.

The bright light was like an explosion, as the light danced around. Lowering my camera, I turned to go back, when I saw a shadow in the doorway.

"Chill out! It's probably a sculpture." The encouraging part of me said, as my pulse dropped to just under light-speed.

"Sculptures don't move." The demoralising part of me said, as I watched the shadow morph into a human-like shape in the doorway.

"I'm really, really sorry. I know I shouldn't be here. I swear I'll never do it again if you'll let me leave." I tried talking to whoever was in the doorway, but there was no response. Instead, the shadowey figure came close to me, almost within touching distance, but they were still completely in shadow.

There was a slight flash near the figure, and they were shown in pure light. I took, a step back, gasping in shock. This was in no way a living human being. Terrified, I shrieked a long, high shriek,as I bolted past and down the stairs. As I rounded the bottom of the stairs, I could see the dark, shadowey thing attempt to run down after me. I shrieked again, bolted through the kitchen, out the door and an full-tilt across the cold grounds. I didn't even look back as I scaled the tree and jumped down the other side of the wall.

I didn't stop running until I was back in my room, where I slammed my door shut and slumped into a small, shaking, hyperventilating ball.

"What the...How the hell could that...What was that?" I asked myself, inbetween gasps.

There was no way I was going back there ever again. Not with that...that Thing there.

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