Post by InsaneShannon on Jun 4, 2006 12:39:37 GMT -5
Karen and her sister Courtney lived in a cozy apartment that they had just bought a few weeks ago. They were sitting down at the dinner table, talking about their workdays. Karen was a child psychologist, and Courtney was a nurse.
"How's it going with that child, Nicholas Devon?" Courtney asked, referring to an autistic six-year-old that Karen had seen once, and she heard often from his parents.
Karen looked very upset. "Nicholas died. I don't know how. His parents say it was the medication and they want to sue me. I don't know what to do."
Courtney put a comforting hand on her younger sister's shoulder. "You won't have to worry."
"I heard from Mrs. Devron that they had once lived in this apartment," Karen said. "Maybe we should give it back to them."
"No, no," Courtney said. "We should stay."
Karen shrugged. But she knew she would regret it.
That night, while the sisters were asleep, they heard loud crashing sounds and the pitter-patter of small feet. They heard a scream that sounded like a child's scream. Then it faded away.
"What was that?" Karen asked.
Courtney was worried too, but she just shrugged it off. "We were probably dreaming. Everything's alright."
But they weren't. The next night, it continued. And the next. And the next. And even the next.
Finally, Karen, who believed in ghosts, thought about Nicholas Devron, the little boy who had died.
"Courtney, it's either the ghost of Nicholas, or someone's trying to gaslight us," Karen concluded.
"Hmm," said Courtney. "I think you've got something here. If it IS Nicholas, we should give him toys, so he'll be better behaved."
They put out a box of toys, but nothing got better. So one night, Courtney brought two guns for herself and Karen.
That night, they slept peacefully for about two hours, but then, the door creaked open, and then, it closed. Karen and Courtney jolted up. "W-who's there!" Karen said.
The only answer was cruel laughter, so the sisters shot their guns, but no one was hurt.
An unknown force snatched their guns and pointed the guns directly at them.
A voice that sounded exactly like the voice of a six-year-old boy said, "I'm your worst nightmare" and shot them both dead.
"How's it going with that child, Nicholas Devon?" Courtney asked, referring to an autistic six-year-old that Karen had seen once, and she heard often from his parents.
Karen looked very upset. "Nicholas died. I don't know how. His parents say it was the medication and they want to sue me. I don't know what to do."
Courtney put a comforting hand on her younger sister's shoulder. "You won't have to worry."
"I heard from Mrs. Devron that they had once lived in this apartment," Karen said. "Maybe we should give it back to them."
"No, no," Courtney said. "We should stay."
Karen shrugged. But she knew she would regret it.
That night, while the sisters were asleep, they heard loud crashing sounds and the pitter-patter of small feet. They heard a scream that sounded like a child's scream. Then it faded away.
"What was that?" Karen asked.
Courtney was worried too, but she just shrugged it off. "We were probably dreaming. Everything's alright."
But they weren't. The next night, it continued. And the next. And the next. And even the next.
Finally, Karen, who believed in ghosts, thought about Nicholas Devron, the little boy who had died.
"Courtney, it's either the ghost of Nicholas, or someone's trying to gaslight us," Karen concluded.
"Hmm," said Courtney. "I think you've got something here. If it IS Nicholas, we should give him toys, so he'll be better behaved."
They put out a box of toys, but nothing got better. So one night, Courtney brought two guns for herself and Karen.
That night, they slept peacefully for about two hours, but then, the door creaked open, and then, it closed. Karen and Courtney jolted up. "W-who's there!" Karen said.
The only answer was cruel laughter, so the sisters shot their guns, but no one was hurt.
An unknown force snatched their guns and pointed the guns directly at them.
A voice that sounded exactly like the voice of a six-year-old boy said, "I'm your worst nightmare" and shot them both dead.