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.


6. Battle

I was back in the tree, with the sunset glowing dramatically behind me. I was ready and eager to meet the troublesome spectre on his own turf, and sort him out.

I slowly made my way down the trunk, making sure I kept one eye on the mansion in case the ghost came out. With one simple landing, I was facing the mansion.

"You know, there's still time to turn back. Who knows what sort of tricks he could pull." The demoralising side of me said, as I began slowly walking through the knee-high grass.

"Well two can play at the tricks. After all, you're young and spritely. The ghost died in his 50's. No contest really." The encouraging part said, as I crossed the patio towards the open french doors. I'd thrown them open as I ran out yesterday, and the dust had fallen off the glass panes.

I entered the dark kitchen, and was thrown back into the setting for the next Paranormal Activity. Even though I knew that I had to confront a, probably angry, ghost later, I was still trying to be confident about the whole thing. However, I couldn't help jumping when a cat yowled nearby.

After my pulse dropped from about a thousand beats per minute, to only about 500, I continued through the mansion. The photo's were still there in the hall, with the dusty mirror above them. Someone had come in and drawn a Noughts and Crosses grid in the dust on the mirror. There was a nought in the top right-hand corner of the grid. I couldn't resist sticking my finger out and drawing a cross in the top left-hand corner, so if that person came back, then they could try and beat me.

I made my wary way up the stairs, feeling slightly worried incase he was waiting for me at the top of the stairs. As I went past the Christening/birth photo, there was a sound, almost like someone sighing, coming from the master bedroom. Now I knew where this spook was, I made my way upstairs to the master bedroom and pushed the door open.

The only light came from the rapidly-fading sunset, so it was very dark. My vision had started to tunnel out again, and the blood was pounding loudly in my ears.

"I know you're here." I said, my voice a lot higher than I meant it to be. "I'm getting tired of you trying to scare me."

There was no reply, so then I got mad, "Fine, hide away then, you coward!"

The sigh came again, but louder, and from downstairs. I turned to go back downstairs, when I stopped in my tracks.

Someone had added another nought in the bottom-right corner.

"Very funny, now stop with the head-games!" I say, adding in a cross right in the centre, before going through a side door.

I was clearly in the living room, and a huge one at that. The ghost clearly had a thing for old-timey french furniture when he was alive, as the ornate chairs and grand piano wouldn't have looked out of place in a parisian museum. I made my way across the dark wooden floor towards the piano, curious over where the sigh had come from.

As I ran my fingers over the woodwork, I had this really strong feeling that I was being watched. So strong that I physically felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. Breathing in deeply, I spun around as quickly as possible, to be faced with an empty room. I relaxed, grateful that nobody was there, when someone, or something, slams a hand on the piano keys in a jangling mix of notes.

I screamed then, and jumped backwards away from the abandoned piano. That freaked me out so badly then. I reluctantly made my way back over to the piano, where the keys were, to see if there was some sort of remote triggering device that would do that. After an intense search, I found nothing.

Standing back up, I saw a piece of paper on the stand that wasn't there when I first saw the piano. Cautiously, I picked it up, and looked it over.

It was sheet music. Very complicated looking, handwritten, sheet music. No title or artist, and nothing on the back. I can't read music, but I know one thing; the further down the lines, the lower the note. I probably wouldn't get it right, but I can try.

Setting the music back, I put my finger on a suitiable-looking key, and pressed down. Then the same on a key three along from the last one. Two on the key to the left, one on the one I just did, another one on the first one, and two on the key fourth to the right. It sounded ok actually. A bit slow, but ok.

The sigh came again, from back in the hall. I ran out to see, and as usual, nobody was there. There was an extra nought on the mirror though; in the bottom-left corner.

"I'm getting really fed up now. These games of yours are getting less and less fun by the second!" I call to whoever might be listening, whilst adding a cross in the middle-left space. If I couldn't find the ghost, I could at least beat him.

Another sigh came from back upstairs, so I ran upstairs in order to catch him. At least I should know why they think it's funny to mess with my head. Bursting into the master bedroom again, I was really, really mad to find it was empty.

"Ok, show's over, you coward! I've had it up to here with you and your mind games. Either you come out right this second, or I'm going!" I called, turning in a big half-circle. There was no reply. Not another sigh, a clang on the piano downstairs. Nothing.

"Fine! Have it your way then." I turn to go, and jump about 6 feet back. Clearly the fun was over; he'd turned up.

"I take I scared you, didn't I?" He asks, with his shadowey exterior rippling like he was smiling at me. It was supposed to be friendly, but the fact I could see through him, was very creepy.

"No, all you did was make me mad. What with your head games and piano stunts." I reply, as the shadowey layer completely disappeared to reveal the true image.

"Too bad. I always did like the thrill of scaring someone. It worked yesterday though." He replies, still giving me that smile.

"No, it didn't." I'm not giving him the benefit of knowing he scared me.

He sighs, shaking his head, "I highly recommend working on your skills at Noughts and Crosses, instead of the ones used for lying."

"I didn't come back for a lecture. I came back to ask why you came after me, and then disappeared when I turned the tables." I snapped, as I so wasn't in the mood.

"First, you should have marked in the middle-right space. Second, you'd better be prepared for a long story."

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