On May 25th 1992 my family and I moved to a small rural town called Springfield in Philadelphia. I had an older brother and sister Nick and Amanda, a younger brother Joshua and my twin sister Michelle and I (Sarah) were the middle children. Our fathers name is Robert and my Mothers name is Grace. We were coming from a three bedroom apartment in the Bronx in New York so the house that we moved to was like luxury to us.
It was a rather big house, and it looked very very old, like no one had lived in there for years. We walked through the front door and I immediately got a cold chill down my spine, being an old house I just thought that it was a draft through the house. My Mom and Dad were so happy that this would be a new start for all of us and that we didn’t have to share rooms with each other. And we were happy too.
As we walked up the stairs dad shouted “I’ll be back soon, the company wants to discuss my job contract.” So we wished him good luck and ran up the stairs to fight each other for the best room. I couldn’t believe it, the house was HUGE! There were six bedrooms, three bathrooms, a huge kitchen, dinning and living room. It was luxury compared to where we used to live.We got settled in to our rooms and then Dad arrived home. He said that he would be working from 7 am til 5 pm down at the old Mill. We were happy because he would get to be home in time for dinner, and Mom wont have to work any more. We all went into the living room to watch TV and then we went to bed.
As I was hopping into bed I heard a strange noise outside, I was curious as to what it was so I looked out my window. All I could see was a car’s rear lights in the distance of the dusty road. So I drew my curtains and jumped into bed, thinking nothing of it. So I went to sleep. In the night I woke up and went downstairs to get a glass of water, when I heard foot steps coming from upstairs. I went up to see if anyone was awake but no one was. Then I heard it again but it wasn’t coming from upstairs it was coming from the attic. I got scared so I went into Michelle’s room and slept with her for the night.
In the morning Michelle asked me why I had come into her room. I told her about what had happened last night, but she thought it must of been a mouse or a bird stuck in the ceiling. I agreed and thought there would of been a reasonable explanation.
After Breakfast Mom said that the school we were going to was just 10 minutes walk up the road, so I went to check it out. As I was walking down the old dusty road I saw a grave yard up ahead and remembered hearing Dad talking about it, so I went in and had a look. When I opened the gates I got this strange feeling, the same feeling I got when we arrived at the house. Then I heard a noise coming from up the road, it was a shinny black hearse. It stopped at the gates, the driver was staring at me as if he knew who I was. I thought nothing of it and kept walking. I turned around and the hearse was gone! I thought that was really weird, I didn’t even see it drive off.
I started to feel a bit scared, alone at a grave yard so I started to walk to the school. When I got there, the buildings were old and scary looking. The trees were leafless and gloomy. And the playground looked as though no one had touched it in years. I heard someone, it sounded like they were singing. I went to go and see who it was, as I got closer the sound got stronger. The words were “Come little children I’ll take thee away into a garden of magic…” The sound was coming from the tree with a tire swing hanging from it, and sitting on the swing was a little girl. She was dressed in a white dress with a neatly tied bow on the back of it. She had long brown silky hair and black lace up shoes.
She kept singing that same line over and over again. As I approached her she stopped. I quietly said “excuse me.. what’s you’re name?” She didn’t say anything and started to hum the tune to the song. I didn’t know why she was ignoring me, I was trying to be nice to her. I went to walk around the swing so I could see her face, She ran off into the paddock. I thought that was strange because I only wanted to ask what her name was and to make friends that’s all. I realized that it was getting close to lunchtime so I headed back home. — To be continued… The Tune Of Death Part 2 ~ Comments will be open on Part 2
Written by D B Rapata-McTainsh, Copyright 2009
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