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© 2015 by FHRELL CEE . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Hey cupcakes,
I admit that I am not a very good writer, and I haven’t figure what writing style would be good for me, (If I had any) so if you know one or two about anything and you think you can help me, please do say so. I would appreciate critics either it be positive or painful for this work.
Secondly, I want this book to be a good read worthy book. So I would like to take my time writing the chapters that I would be putting up, thus saying so the update won’t be that fast.
I would be glad to hear from you. ~fCee
Promises are made to be broken… or are they not?
4) Promise – Niall
“Faster,” the twins held my hands on both side as they dragged me moving through thick leaves of trees and bushes under the orange skies. I knew their idea of having fun was weird but I didn’t know it could get this weird.
We were apparently going to visit one of the most haunted houses in all of Woodbridge. They only informed me about our adventure when we were already standing at the gates of the haunted house on the hunted cliff.
Woodbridge covered a huge square like area or something near that shape, with wide acres of forest consisting almost sixty percent of the town. Of course there exist weird stories and mystical folklores revolving around a town like it, especially told by old folks who have nothing better to do in their leisure time but go hunting or scare young children.
One very particular story revolves around a certain mansion long abandoned by its owner that stood south of Woodbridge. The story goes that long ago screams of young men and women could be heard echoing from the house reaching the forest or seas near it. And after hearing those screams for help the night past, bodies of men and women would be found dead floating on the sea beneath the cliff. The odd thing was that they didn’t die from the fall, or from drowning. They died from the lack… or more accurately the absence of blood on their arteries. It’s like something or someone suck them dry.
“Scary right?” Phoebe told me shivering in either fear or excitement as she told me the already well known and sort of cliché story. But I think it was the excitement that made her looked like she’s about to open her first birthday present.
“It really looked hunted,” Daisy’s eyes opened wide as we stared at the ancient two stories brick house through the rusted thick iron fence that marks the territory around it.
The house might have looked grand in the past but now it looked only worn out by time. Its glass windows screamed of old age looking opaque in all the dust and stain, nearly all of them cracked if not totally broken. The walls showed its past grandeur still looking mighty strong even with the occasional cracks and withered vines that had tried crawling on it together with some dead algae which gave it a dirty greyish color. The front door made surely of quality wood opened slightly and would shut close with the wind like it didn’t want anyone in it or near it.
The house looked as hunted as it was in the stories, standing alone in the middle of the fence with only a dead oak tree beside it. And to make things creepier, once in a while a crow would screech circling the house and landing on the highest peak of the pointed roof that lost some tiles. The crow would turn its head all over the property, like it was watching out for intruders.
“Why are we even here?” I asked feeling a crawling on my skin.
The property clearly hated trespassers like us, the huge chains tying the thick gigantic iron gates together leading to the entrance of the house made it so evident. But the twin’s didn’t seem to feel the inimical vibe I was feeling from it.
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid?” The two put their hands on their waste looking at me. I shrugged and they continued walking to the side of the fences surrounding the house. I only followed them in silence hearing nothing but the occasional cracking of dried leaves and twigs breaking under our shoes, and of course the crow the thinks it is a good singer.
I wasn’t afraid. I was just feeling a little anxious. That’s all.
I can’t seem to shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen and someone was watching us. I wanted to be out of there as soon as possible, but the twins’ interest in the house made me think that the day would be longer than it normally was for me.
The twin in their uniform pink dress and a flowery white blouse, with their flats on their small little feet looked so out of place near the fence. They rather looked like they were about to go shopping than ghost hunting in some old Victorian house. The huge digital cameras that hanged on each of their neck didn’t make any difference in putting them into the background.
I prayed that the girls’ interest fade sooner but no, fate have other plans for me. My bad luck spiked when Daisy suddenly found a dent in between two bars of the iron fences which made it possible for human my size to fit. And since the girls were pretty much smaller than me, they passed easily through it.
“Nie-nie,” they waved me to come through after them and even though my gut told me I shouldn’t be wandering inside that place, I followed them. It’s not like I could just leave those two girls alone inside the place, especially since Zayn hadn’t arrived yet.
“Shouldn’t we wait for Zayn?” I asked clapping my hands together to remove the rust that had clung on my palm when I touched the fence. I really hate the smell of iron. It reminded me of how blood smells.
“He wouldn’t want us going inside here,” Daisy pouted her lips as they aimed their camera at the house “He’ll just drag us away.”
“Yeah, he’s such a party pooper!” Phoebe added as they both glared at the screen of their camera comparing their shots. “So we didn’t actually tell him to come.”
They fooled me, these manipulative little bitches. But knowing that I was already inside the property, there was nothing more I could do but make the most out of the experience.
I looked around and noticed that although the house seemed to be uncared for, the ground was clean and some dried leaves were piled together in numbers of hills.
A totally uninhabited house would have been cluttered with fallen leaves, but then again there were no living trees around. And it seemed that the pile of leaves near the dead oak came from the trees outside the fence. But someone had made an effort to stack them together.
I heard another screech and turned immediately to the crow. I shivered feeling the cold air touch my skin as the crow’s head faced us… me. It seemed to stop moving its head around and just focused at us intruders. It screeched again opening its wide mouth at us, making me run towards the twin.
“Let’s get out of here,” I told them holding their arms, and dragging them toward the dent in the fence we used to entered the property. They struggled but I used all my forced to pull them out.
“Nie-nie such a party pooper,” Daisy pouted and so did Phoebe but none of those made me changed my mind. I really wanted to just get as far away from the house as possible, especially since the orange in the sky had totally vanished leaving on a greyish light which intend to vanish soon.
I wasn’t easily scared but the property gave me an eerie feeling that made me want to run as fast as I can.
“Why are you two so interested in the house anyway? Why now when it had been there ages ago?” I asked.
“We heard rumors that some boats passing near the cliff heard screams again and even some people say the saw lights turning on,” Daisy answered still focused on her camera.
But of course it was just rumors. I gazed at the house one last time and promised myself never to get tricked into coming near it again. I had just turned away from it when something caught on my peripheral vision. I turned to look again but it wasn’t there anymore, the window was empty.
I just imagined things!
I started walking in front of the girls with my feet in contest with each other when suddenly I didn’t hear the girl’s footsteps following me anymore. I turned around to see them looking at Phoebe’s camera.
“Hey,” I called the two but they didn’t seem to hear me.
The remaining tint of light on the sky threatened to leave anytime soon and I didn’t want to be near the house when it happened. But as much as I crave that needed distance, I just couldn’t leave the twins behind.
“Guy’s what are we waiting for? It’s already dusk!” I called moving towards them and taking away the camera that was holding us off. “What is it anyway?”
I turned my gaze to the bright screen and was left open mouth seeing what was on the picture. On one of the window on the side where we stood was a light translucent image of a woman in white dress with long curly hair that seemed to float in the air. And she was looking directly at the camera.
I immediately felt cold wind licking my exposed skin and got even more curious to look at the house again but I didn’t dare.
I just felt my legs move faster this time, more eager to move away from the house, the girls following me in similar pace or maybe even faster. And suddenly I jolted back when I bumped on something which clearly wasn’t there before.
My heart almost stopped as I took in the image of the thing that was in front of me.
“What are you doing here?” The thing that had blocked our escape demanded looking at me with his cold grey eyes, making chilly dusk breezed even colder. The girls moved behind me holding me on each arms, Phoebe on my right and Daisy on my left.
“We were just…”
“…trespassing,” he completed still in his cold flat voice like he had no emotions. “I saw everything,” he stated towering at us. I felt myself shrink, feeling like a kid caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar.
“You saw everything?” One of the girls spoke startled. I didn’t know who and I wasn’t even paying attention to them.
“And why do you care?” Another one of them retorted even when I could feel the slight uneasiness in their voice.
“Simply because it’s my property,” he said before turning around walking away. “Don’t try doing that again,” he stated putting his hands inside his pants’ side pockets, his voice a bit playful but threatening. “We don’t want anyone hearing anymore screams…” He half turned his head to us and his lips turned slightly upward. “…do we?”
“Move along now,” he continued to walk the opposite direction away from us while we stood frozen on the place where we met him.
He really gave off the feeling of being dangerous around him. The feeling like I was a rabbit in front of a wolf, it was just as similar a feeling in my dreams and in person. Who is he, and why do I feel this feeling around him?
“Was that…”
“Liam Payne,” I told the girls as I dragged them away from Liam’s property.
-#-
I lied on my bed feeling drained facing the ceiling of my cramped little room while counting the greenish glow of the star-shaped glow-in-the-dark-plastic I glued there as a child. It always made me feel relaxed just looking at them, imagining them twinkle like real stars would.
I heard a knock on my door and the lights soon turned on. My mother stood there on my doorstep with a ladle in hand.
“Nie, dinner ready,” she called before disappearing leaving me to stare on the fake mistletoe hanging on the front of my door. I don’t know for what reason but I like looking at it, and I didn’t want it removed from there. I still remembered that I would cry so hard every time mom would remove it, boxing it together with all the Christmas decorations we have. So to make me stop crying, we hanged it there on my door whole year round, and I just got used to it being there. It gave me a feeling of familiarity, like it reminded me of something which I clearly had forgotten.
I stood up and then took off my clothes when I heard footsteps on the entrance of my room. I took a sleeveless shirt from my closet on the end of my bed and held it in hand. “Mom I’m… coming…” my voice trailed as my eyes landed on the face that feasted on me. It clearly wasn’t my mom.
“Your mother told me to call you for dinner,” Harry bit his lips as he looked at me which made me feel self-conscious that I even turned away feeling blood rushed over to my face.
It felt odd but I was embarrassed the way he looked at me.
I took the shirt on and turned to face him who clearly didn’t leave my doorstep. He only lessened the awkwardness by focusing his greenish olive eyes on the mistletoe glued on my door. I walked toward the door but he still didn’t move, he only touched the plastic flower.
“I like this flower,” he told me and then continued to look at it. “You know, they say a promise under Mistletoes was binding, that whatever the odd was, it will be fulfilled.”
“I haven’t heard of it,” I told him while we walked towards stair that leads down to our leaving room. I was more bothered by the reason why he was in my house, than some legend he knew.
“Harry, come to the kitchen. Your father is already there,” mom called us from the leaving room. “And Niall, hurry, everyone already hungry,” she commanded cheerfully. She really likes having visitors, that woman.
“I’m sorry for the delay Misses Horan,” Harry smiled sweetly at my mother which made her lips stretch even further to her ears. “I was just telling Niall about the legend of the Mistletoe,” he told her.
“Oh that story,” mom sounded so interested and then my heart stopped. I knew I was doomed from the moment he mentioned the Mistletoe. “Did Nie-nie tell you the story?”
Harry turned to look at me after stepping down the last step of the stairs while I follow behind him.
“Tell me what?” Harry asked mom and if I could I would have jumped off the stair to cover my mom’s mouth but it was too late.
“He promised to remember his past boyfriend under the mistletoe,” she giggled telling him. I nearly melted.
“Mom!”
“Oh come one, you were what… five?” She held Harry on the arms like they were best of friends. “He said it’s in his past life or something. He was really cute whining and crying whenever I would remove it from his door…” And they went off to the kitchen, my mother embarrassing me further. I almost melted my face red as a tomato.
No one knew that story, not even my Zayn, Phoebe or Daisy. I hate that woman.
-#-
Spirit that departed,
Spirit that had left,
I bind you to me,
You shall not rest,
You shall no flee,
The holy light
You shall not see
The great cycle,
You won’t find,
Be born again,
Inside my womb,
Be born again,
Be with my child
The beautiful voice repeated in language that wasn’t English, but I knew it, I understood. She wanted me to come back. She commanded me to come back. I didn’t want to.
The light called me from above, I knew I had to be there, to see the light. But I couldn’t lift my feet any longer. I never had any problems floating towards the light before I heard her voice. But when she spoke, I couldn’t float further from the ground. I felt a heavy pulling, like something sucking me.
She sang again, repeatedly, and the more I heard her beautiful voice, the more I get sucked by some force towards the ground.
“What was happening?”
I cursed you
For all eternity
I cursed you
The beautiful voice suddenly turned into something spiteful, something vile. Hatred and anger resonated as she repeated her chant.
I cursed you
For all eternity
I cursed you
Tears started to well on my eyes. I knew that voice, deep inside me I knew her. Who was she? I could feel her pain and suffering while she spoke those hateful words.
“Niall?” I turned to where the voice called me, to my right stood a shadow. “It’s me, come here. I finally found you.” I think I recognized the voice. I heard it somewhere, but where… who… “Don’t you recognize me?”
I knew him.
I tried focused my eyes but there was just a shadow of a boy, his totality shrouded in darkness. I couldn’t see his face. I took a few steps towards him, almost reaching for his hand.
“Niall,” I stopped before I reached his hand and turned my head to my left where another voice called my name. “Niall,” it was also a familiar voice, but I couldn’t see who it was. Almost similar to the one that called me first this second person was shining brightly that I couldn’t bear to look at his face. All I could see was his hands reaching out for me.
“You promised,” he told me, this second voice soft and warm. “You promised to remember me, and now I remember you.”
I felt my head hurt as they both called from left to right. And suddenly something appeared in front of me. I couldn’t quite remember where I had seen her, but I am positive I had seen her pretty face before.
I felt my heart skipped at her appearance. I wanted to call her name, but my tongue forgot how to say it.
She stood in front of me crying, her tears crimson and thick like it was made of… blood. The crimson liquid flowed from her eyes dropping to the white floor where we stood.
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded in front of me. “I had done something dreadful, and for this there is no forgiveness. It broke my heart to see you sad, but it was the only punishment I could think.” And she moved her head to look at the two figures calling me.
“I cursed you,” she yelled her eyes turning black, the red crimson turning into black liquid. She pointed her forefingers to the figures calling me, both of them. “I cursed you, for all eternity, I cursed you!” She shrieked in a high pitched tone hurting my ears.
“I cursed you, for all eternity, I cursed you!” I held my head with both my hands praying for it to stop.
“Niall,” I heard another voice call. “Niall,” the ground where I stood shook the shrieking started to fade and the white floor started to crack. “Niall, wake up!” And everything burst into nothingness as I opened my eyes to see my ceiling and Zayn on my bedside.
“You were having nightmare,” he told me. My breathing still rapid, sweat crawled on my face and body like I had just entered a sauna. I sat down on my bed combing my hair with my hand.
“I assume it’s a terrible one,” Zayn commented and I only sighed.
That dream was something new, something else entirely.
“Niall?” I jolted hearing another call from my door.
That voice… I knew that voice.
And there stood Harry Styles. Stay tuned for more
I would like to strive in making the chapter longer so as to deserve your VOTES. Please do COMMENT if you will. I’m looking forward hearing from you guys. ~fcee
While waiting for the update, cheack out my other works VOUJHAN’S LITTLE SECRET and TURN THE LIGHTS OFF (completed)… or BOYS ON FIRE for sexy stimulating reads. ~fcee
© 2015 by FHRELL CEE . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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[Date Stamp 17.JAN.15]
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