Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26893881-20150806021654

   My family and I recently moved into this large Victorian house in Birmingham a few months ago. I really like the house, but ever since moving in my 8 year old son has been acting really strange. He says that we’re not the house owners and the first time he said it I dismissed it, but the second time he said it I asked him why and he then said, “The girl, Dad.”

I then responded with, “What girl, Ben?”

Ben looked up at me and said, “The one you walked past earlier, dad. The one outside my room…”

I then said, “So you have a friend now, mate?” Thinking that she was just imaginary.

He then mumbled, “Yes.”

I thought nothing of it as I thought it was just a phase with an imaginary friend. So I dismissed a lot of what he said until this one night I took him to bed, he began talking about his “friend” a lot and as soon as I put him to bed I asked, “So what does your little friend look like, mate?” Just as he finished talking.

He then pointed to the open doorway and said, “She’s over there, dad. Can’t you see her?”

I then laughed and said, “Good night, kidda.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">He then said, “Her name’s Constance and she died here, dad.” Which made me feel abit unnerved as he was eight years old and had never said anything that intense before. So I knew that there was something not quite right. But, I part of me thought aswell that he probably picked something up from the internet, something he shouldn’t have been watching. So the next day I told my wife to take him to London for the weekend as my wife had the weekend off and I had to work.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">So Saturday night after I finished work I decided to play Football Manager on my PC, and I was playing as my favourite team West Bromwich Albion battling for the Championship winner’s spot, until I heard a sudden noise from upstairs which sounded like a box falling. I decided to dismiss it at first due the fact that we have a pet, but then I realised that the cat was round my parents’ house. Soon after the bang I heard heavy footsteps and then thought that someone had broken in, so then I went upstairs and as I was halfway up the stairs I heard a noise, it sounded like it was saying, “Go back” in a very eerie way. I then felt a chilling fear accelerate down my spine and I remembered what my son had said about the girl. But, I continued on up the stairs due to curiosity aswell as the safety and security of my family home.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">I then entered my son’s room and what I saw made every hair on my head stand on end, I saw a little girl with marshmallow pale skin and long hair playing with my son’s toys, soon after seeing her I said, “Hello?” In a very terrified and raspy way. The little girl then stopped playing with the toys and was silent for what felt like an eternity. She then slowly looked up at me and then when I saw her face, her face was stuff of pure horror she looked like she had her jaw completely butchered off, her eyes gouged out and crudely made scars covering her pale face.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">She then tried saying to me, “Hello.” She then tried smiling at me with her jawless face. I felt sick and overridden with fear, and I then immediately fainted due to shock.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">I woke up the next morning and my initial thought was that I had imaged it, but then I looked over to where the girl was and saw that the toys were still there and the toy box was open. My wife and son got back in the afternoon and I then sat down and spoke to my wife about what happened and my wife said that Ben was talking to her about the girl on the way to London and he kept on repeating, “I know a girl who died in our house, mum.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman",serif">I then decided to go the main library and look through archives and after an hour of searching I found something chilling, I found an old report of a vicious murder around 1940 in the exact area I live. I read that there was a girl who was home alone and got brutally killed by an intruder. I couldn’t make out a lot of the report since it was very old, but I made out that the girl’s first name began with a “C” and the house name and number, which was the same as, as mine… <ac_metadata title="Constance"> </ac_metadata>