Love Me?

I was only a child when my grandfather died, he told me about these stories...Stories that got to the deepest parts of my mind and body and shook me. But there was one of story that stood out from the rest; it’s apparently based on true events but, who knows. I certainly don’t that’s for sure...

My grandfather told me about a child, he said he was strange compared to most kids of his age back when he was young. It was said he had witnessed the death of his brother in the house he used to live in. But the child seemed to have this haunting feeling towards him, something a normal child would never have. I mean why would they? “Children have young minds filed with the joy of the world” my grandfather said.

For the rest of the book we can call my grandfather James.

James wondered up to the child as he looked lonely and seemed drained of life. “I’ve heard you have just arrived in the town” the boy said nothing in reply. James understood that the boy had seen a traumatic event happened and could still be shocked to even speak, but something dark seemed to hover over the boy’s soul. Not that anyone could see it, but the feeling was strong and it was definitely present to James.

The boy walked off without a single word to James. With this James stood in shock for awhile wondering what to do next. He could follow the boy, or simply let him be and wait for him to speak. James took the first option.

“Maybe I could speak to his mother?” James thought in his childish mind.

James followed the boy to the eerie house which he had never seen before, he quickly realised that he had wondered far from his house and the village but didn’t think anything of it, while walking to the house he noticed that it had been unattended to for what looked like years now. On arrival to the doors he noticed the marks on the doors and windows; it looked like deep scratches and red paint of some sort? Some of the windows smashed inwards.

Again James thought nothing of this; a little paint and scratches mean nothing to house. Age was the key. James tried to call out, but before he could he heard a loud thud from within the house. He also noticed that the door was not locked and could walk in freely. Like a child James wondered in and looked around the house, it was empty. Literally nothing but cobwebs and old planks of wood for some reason, from the corner of his eye James saw what he thought was a shadow it was only there for what felt like a second but it felt like the same dark feeling that haunted the boy that he spoke to earlier on. “Listen if you’re here you should really come out now!” James cried loudly. There was no answer, but the dark feeling still filled the room.

James quickly darted around, he saw the boy staring straight deep at him it almost felt like he was looking straight through him. The dark feeling felt a lot strong than before. Almost to the point where it didn’t feel safe anymore. The boy fell to the floor and let out a harsh scream that deafened James. Startled by this James tripped on the plank and landed in a heap, dazed and dizzy. The boy’s body started to burn and rot, producing a harsh remedy that made James urge.

“Love me?” the boy screamed at James in a pose of a question, the boy gave a huge final shriek. The room fell silent. James left startled at what he just witnessed was unable to move, again from the corner of his eye he saw the same shadow but this time it stayed, it moved and began contorting its self to form a figure of some sort. It produced a large hideous smile from its dark misty body and grew cut, shrivelled eyes with look like they have seen war. James and the entity looked gormlessly at each other, the figure not moving its hideous smile and James not changing his pale white skin complexion.

James ran with might to the door, all the figured did was followed James with its eyes, the door slowly shut making a slow but haunting creek and slowly covered the figure James looked back to see the figure mouthing a sentence.

“Why won’t people love me?”