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When Donna moves to her new Californian house she can't believe her luck. Soon she discovers that the house isn't that brilliant wheshe has a close encounter with the paranormal. [1,079 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
A pretty cool and crazy guy!!! [February 2004]
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Spirits Revolt Jack Roland Butter
Spirits Revolt
Donna waved goodbye to the small and tatty apartment she’d lived in ever since she could remember. Finally, no more drunken tramps fighting and hollering in the early hours of the morning. No more horrendous noise pollution from the roads .
She was leaving, leaving to start a brilliant new life in the heart of California.
She was delighted about the new job her dad was taking up, instead of working as a manager for the local McDonalds TM . His major career jump was a great option to make a fresh start for both of them. They could leave the past behind them as well as Chicago.
Two days later , Donna and her father pulled up in front of the new house. It was one of the only remaining houses that survived the famous San Francisco earthquake many years ago. ‘ Wow’ was Donna’s first reaction. The photo she’d seen ,did the house no justice. Although it was fantastic, every aspect of it was old- fashioned. As her dad went to open the door, Donna felt a tingle of excitement and of anxiety. Carrying her lightest box she peeped through the door and became transfixed on the elaborate and old designs that were crafted within the house. She rushed up the stairs with excitement while brushing her hands up the beautifully carved banister.
When reaching the top of the stairs she sped through the landing checking each door to decide which room she wanted as a bedroom. All of the rooms were plain and unfortunately fairly bland until she reached the seventh room at the end of the landing. The welcoming red and gold colours drew Donna towards the inside of the room. ‘ So what d’ya think?’ Her dad called up to her . Donna eyes were stuck to the brilliance of the room. ‘Donna, what do you think!’ his loud tone with a hint of impatience. ‘ It’s the best of the best’ she replied, still fairly distracted.
After what seemed like absolutely ages, the two had finally unpacked . For Donna, it was an emotional experience because her mother who passed away two years ago couldn’t share it with her. Both Donna and her dad had settled in quicker than they imagined and that evening they sat and watched TV just like always.
Donna crashed out on her new bed in her new bedroom and started off her new life.
The next morning Donna got the opportunity to explore and search the whole house. Her dad set off on his first day at his new job bright and early at seven ’o clock , leaving Donna on her own. After wolfing her breakfast down, she started her mission : to search every nook and cranny. She started upstairs and entered the first room at the top. It was as blank and empty as a transparent vase. Nothing was different there, so she moved on. The next room was exactly the same. It wasn’t until she reached the third room that something caught her eye. She noticed a trap-door in the far corner of the room that she must have missed yesterday. She bolted to the corner instantly and tugged open the door. The room was suddenly filled with an awful damp smell. Donna’s curiosity got the best of her and she ventured inside the dark and smelly passage. After a while of squeezing through the squashy tunnel she reached a dead end. She looked above her and thankfully noticed another hole to use as an escape from the passage.
She climbed up into a dusty room with little light. The room was full of boxes, perfect for Donna to have a peek in. She started with the smallest box which contained nothing of interest : shreds of wet and dirty paper. The bigger the boxes the more rubbish there was inside them. She was exhausted after searching through all of them and she sat on a large one. Donna was just about to climb back down into the tunnel when she heard a rustling sound. She turned round just to see a box moving about. She moved forward and opened the moving box she’d obviously forgotten about . The moment the lid was released, a sheet of glowing lights sped in the air into a dark corner. Donna heard this strange flying object making a noise like a young girl crying. ‘Aaah! I hate you! You took my lovely room…..’ With that, the girl broke into a series of shrieking sobs, ‘ What do you mean’ Donna asked, confused. ‘ This my home and you’re sleeping in my bed ! I’d still be in there sleeping if it wasn’t for that ghastly earthquake that killed me!’ She wimpered slowly. ‘ Killed you! Are you a ghost or something?’ Donna replied in shock. ‘ I suppose you could call me that, but I prefer the term spirit!’
Donna’s wide eyes gave away the terror she felt. Cold sweat flowed down her back. ‘ Laura, Laura where are you’ a stern voice called .A bigger and older spirit sank in through the wall. ‘ Aaah, there you are’ he said with a sigh of relief. ‘ Daddy look, this is the new girl.’ Laura whispered.
‘ Hmmm… a young one, we could take her right here right now. Boys!’ He shouted. Laura edged closer, forcing Donna backwards. Laura was joined by about nine other ghosts, fists and feet at the ready. Donna ignorantly leapt through the scrum of violent ghosts and landed in the hole. ‘ Young lady, this was our house and it still is, it’s our domain. We know this house inside out, you’ll never escape the spirit’s revolt!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hours passed by and Donna still sat in her bedroom waiting for spirits to barge in any moment ,ready to kill. Although the room was empty she felt like she was being watched. Her father walked through the door and the ground started shaking. An earthquake was brewing and by the time Donna’s father had reached her room she was already motionless- dead as a doornail.
A century later, the house was still standing and was occupied once again. Jane, the new girl of the house was searching the room in which the spirits had cornered Donna one- hundred years ago. Jane was confronted by a spirit, a spirit by the name of Donna.
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