Sleep Tight

A series of short horror stories written by me.

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7. When I Was Small

There were four of them that day. All sitting cross legged on the floor. Jack, Claud, Adam and Jordan. Jack the oldest and the leader took another swig of coke. Claud the slightly bigger one took another bite out of his Snickers bar. Adam the youngest and smallest sat playing his video games. Jordan the strange quiet one, well. They couldn't quite tell what he was doing. He seemed to be staring at the floor muttering under his breath eyes glazed over. Talking to himself wasn't unusual for Jordan. But he normally stared at a wall, his eyes focused. "Hey Jo what's up?" asked Claud.   "I'm remembering." Jordan replied. The others looked at each other. They had grown used to his strange behaviour. But there were times they had to ask. "What are you remembering?" Adam asked putting down his game. "It's a long story."

 "It's a long night. Come on Jordan we're all bored so you might as well." Jordan leaned back. "Ok I'll tell you. But don't blame me if you don't sleep tonight. Don't blame me if you never look at me the same way." The other three leaned forward interested in what he had to say.

***

When I was small we'd moved to a new place. It was a 5th floor apartment. Good size for a family like ours. My sister Louise had only just been born and I was just starting school. At first my parents were reluctant to move into an apartment so high up. What if I fell? But they had no choice. Their old apartment was too small. Too far from dad's new job. At first everything was fine. I went to school and played in my room. Once or twice a week dad took me down to the play park. I even made a couple of friends. They lived in the apartment. My parents pretended to see them to but I heard them talking. Saying how I had 'Imaginary friends.' But to me they were as real as anyone. There were three of them. Anna, Mary and Ben. Anna was quiet and shy. She was nice. Mary and Ben were bossy and boisterous. But I still like playing with them. My parents paid little attention to me. Being so busy with work and Louise. At first it didn't bother me but I could tell something was bothering Mary. "What's wrong?" I asked her one day. "Your parents don't love you anymore." She replied sadly. "Don't be silly of course they do."

 "Then why do they spend all their time with Louise and working." I couldn't answer that. "Face it Jordan. I'm older then you. I know what I'm talking about. You have to get rid of her." I was too young to know any better so I agreed. That night whilst my mum was sleeping on the sofa my sister in her bouncer beside her. I picked up the snuggle blanket beside her and pressed it over her mouth and nose. I could feel her weakening in my grasp when there was a scream and mum yanked me off her. "What the hell are you doing?!" She screamed. "Mary told me you didn't love me. She told me I had to get rid of her." Mum pulled me into a hug. "Oh Jordan. Of course I love you. But you shouldn't hurt your sister. I'm sorry I've not been paying you much attention but you're a big boy now. And Louise is only a baby.  She needs more care." She picked me up and carried me into the bathroom and ran a bath for me. Then she went to pick up Louise then came back and sat beside the bath. Rocking my sister with one arm and splashing me with the other. Then she put Louise in her cot, and put me to bed.   

***

 

I didn't speak to Mary or Ben after that, though I kept playing with Anna. My parents didn't seem to mind too much. But there was someone else in the house. I never liked her. I didn't know her name. So I called her The Lady. Many nights I woke up to see The Lady in the window whispering. "Jump out the window Jordan. It'll be ok. Go on jump." I'd scream and my parents would come running. I'd tell them about The Lady but they'd just say it was a nightmare. I knew better. She started appearing everywhere. I didn't like it. There was something wrong with her. Was it her strange clothes, or her hungry eyes? Either way she creped me out. Before I'd stopped playing with her Mary had taught me a song. I often sung it to myself.

 "Who is the girl in white, the girl in white?

 Who is the girl in white?

 Tra la la la.

 Who is the girl in red, the girl in red?

 Who is the girl in red?

 Tra la la la.

 Who is the girl in grey, the girl in grey?

 Who is the girl in grey?

 Tra la la la.

 Who is the girl in black, the girl in black?

 Who is the girl in black?

 Tra la la la."

 

 My parents were disturbed by how often I sung that. Sometimes it'd go on in a loop. On and on and on and on. Never stopping. All day.

 Mary kept pestering me to play with her. Never letting up. I didn't like it. She screamed in my ear. She threatened me. Pushed me and pulled my hair. She broke things and I got the blame. My parents were getting more and more concerned. But they wouldn't listen to the reasons I gave them. They took me to a psychiatrist but there was nothing they could do. They couldn't do anything until they accepted the truth.

***

 It had been a year when it happened. I had been acting strangely for a while. But that night was the final straw. I had been fast asleep in my bed when I woke up feeling strange. It was like I was under water. Everything sounded so distant. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't need to. It felt peaceful. But I knew something was wrong. I fought against it only to be met with a searing pain. I screamed only to find I was silent. I could feel my feet move, but I couldn't see where I was going. I was trapped in the back of my own body and mind. I fought against whatever it was only to be met with more pain. Suddenly my mind became clear and I found I was falling 5 floors down. The ground raced towards me, then pain, then nothing.

***

 When I came round I was I hospital. My neck, back and legs were broken but I was alive. My parents told me they'd moved out of the apartment. They told me later when I was older they had found it had been a place of murder. A lady by the name of Fiona had desperately wanted a son. She tried and tried to have a boy but to no avail. Whenever she had a girl she'd kill the baby. Then one day she came across a young boy living on the street named Ben. She took him in and cared for him like a son. If that had been the whole story it would have ended happily. But sadly Ben grew ill when he was 12 and passed away. Driven insane by grief Fiona jumped out the window. The same window I'd fallen out of. Now there ghosts haunt the apartment. That was when I worked it out I can see ghosts. I can communicate with the dead.

***

The room had fallen silent. All three of the boys were staring at him. "Uh Jo." Adam began nervously. "Where did Anna and Mary come from?" Jordan grinned.

 "Who is the girl in white, the girl in white?

 Who is the girl in white?

 Tra la la la.

 

 Who is the girl in red, the girl in red?

 Who is the girl in red?

 Tra la la la.

 

 Who is the girl in grey, the girl in grey?

 Who is the girl in grey?

 Tra la la la.

 

 Who is the girl in black, the girl in black?

 Who is the girl in black?

 Tra la la la.

 

 Mary is the girl in white,

 And the girl in red.

 Red is the blood she shed.

 

 Anna is the girl in grey,

 Long ago passed away.

 Lucy is the girl in black,

 Mourning the sister never coming back.

 

 Mary killed Anna, took her knife,

 Put it to her throat and took her life.

 Now in the apartment where they would play,

 These two girls are here to stay.

 

 That's my story it is true,

 Now I've shared it with you.

 It's the truth now you know,

 You have to go."

 

 They watched as he pulled something gleaming silver out of his pocket.

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