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|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 10:44am On Nov 28, 2016|
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Donswatter(m): 9:48pm On Nov 28, 2016|
greg42:it's about to get 'witchy' in here.......
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 10:43pm On Nov 28, 2016|
Lol...don't tell me your scared
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 7:02am On Nov 29, 2016|
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Postal Supervisor, Nancy Harris, turned the corner onto Amity Road and drove up about a quarter of a mile where she saw Patrick Snowden‟s broken down truck sitting off to the side of the road. In the passenger seat of her SUV, twenty one year old Chris Potter sat with jumper cables on his lap. He was the young custodian at the Post Office, hired right out of a failed two-year stint at community college. “Whenever you want to make the jump to mail carrier, Chris, let me know and we‟ll get you started on the training,” Nancy said. “Okay,” Chris said. “Who knows? Maybe someday.” “It‟s a good job. It pays well.” They approached the broken down mail truck and pulled up behind it. Nancy looked in the rearview mirror to make sure no cars were flying around the curve behind them, and then got out of her car. Chris climbed out the side door and the two of them walked up to the driver‟s side of the mail truck. Nancy peered in the truck. The sliding door was open but no one was inside. She leaned in over the seat and looked into the cargo area.
"Patrick?” she called. There was no answer. Nancy stepped back out of the truck and looked around. “Patrick?” she called out again. There was still no answer. She looked behind her at the Watkins‟ house. It didn‟t appear anyone was home. She then looked to the cornfield. It waved eerily in the wind and the stalks towered over the land like an unnerving and dominant creature. All she could hear were the wind chimes singing on the Watkins‟ front porch. Nancy pulled her cell phone out of her suit jacket and dialed Patrick‟s number. She waited through a few rings and finally heard his phone behind her. It rang from deep within the tall, dead stalks of corn. She held the phone down by her side and called out once again: “Patrick?” Nothing. Nancy looked around with her eyes and at once, felt uneasy. Something wasn‟t right. She ended the call with Patrick and dialed 911....
Holly drove up Main Street and curled through the connecting roundabouts and into Old Hilliard. About a quarter of a mile up on the left, Holly parked her car along the street and she and Kevin stepped out. They walked into Abners Casual Diner for an early lunch. The bell hanging above the door chimed as the two walked in and grabbed a seat along the wall. A young woman approached them and laid out two menus. “Drinks?” the girl asked. “Water for me, please,” Holly requested. “Same,” Kevin pouted, still upset at his run-in with Elizabeth Watkins. “Let it go, Kev,” Holly said as the waitress walked away. “It doesn‟t make sense, Holly. How can we go ten years without actual answers?” “Aside from that poor girl that hung herself, all five of the other autopsies were conclusive – heart attacks. There‟s not much you can accuse someone of when a cause of death is undeniable...
"Meaning what though? Don‟t you find it completely far-fetched, Holly?” Kevin queried, confused and angry. “We‟re supposed to believe that the Watkins‟ knew nothing? There‟s something that they‟re not telling us.” Holly looked at a small, carved and lit pumpkin in the center of their table. She glanced around the dining area and saw that each table had one. She smiled, remembering how the two of them use to enjoy Halloween before Ava died. “We need to go back to the traditions,” Holly said. “What are you talking about?” “After lunch, let‟s go get a pumpkin, go back to my place, carve it and watch monster movies all day. Like we did before what happened to Ava.” Holly began to twist her necklace in her fingers. It was the left half of a broken heart necklace that she and Ava had split over ten years ago. Holly didn‟t go very long without feeling the heart in her fingers. “I don‟t know, Holly. I don‟t feel up to it.” “Please,” Holly said to her brother, batting her eyes. Kevin smiled and shook his head. “Fine.” A chill pierced the air inside the restaurant. Goosebumps took over Holly‟s arms and she shivered. The candle inside the pumpkin on the table began to flicker and then went out. Kevin looked around and noticed all the pumpkins were going out. The lights in Abners Diner flickered and then shut off.
Everyone inside the restaurant started muttering and looking around, confused by the random power surge. Suddenly, Holly screamed and turned around in her seat, grabbing the back of her neck. The customers who were in the diner gasped and looked at Holly; all eyes were on her..
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|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Angelinastto(f): 10:12am On Nov 29, 2016|
Wow Thanks for the dedication. Next please!!
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 10:59am On Nov 29, 2016|
I owe my writing zeal to the encouragement you guys offer....thanks for commenting
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by jagugu88li(f): 11:42am On Nov 29, 2016|
Don't tell me Holly will twist her head and die..
Elizabeth might not be a witch but she knows something. Maybe the spirits made a deal with her to stay put and shut up . Strange things happen, you know
Five heart attacks the spirits are not smiling
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 1:06pm On Nov 29, 2016|
Lolzzzzzz you know how to make me smile bae....Love having you around
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|Re: The Halloween Haunting by girlhaley(f): 3:58pm On Nov 29, 2016|
Are u kidding me?
Holly twisted her neck?
I'm sure this is Elizabeth handiwork......
How I wish they had avoided her like a plague at d cemetery
This wouldn't have happen
Greg.....let's see how it goes.....
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 4:18pm On Nov 29, 2016|
Thanks for coming around sweety
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by girlhaley(f): 6:13pm On Nov 29, 2016|
Your welcome bruh
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 10:41am On Nov 30, 2016|
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What? What is it?” Kevin quickly asked, concerned about his sisters‟ fright. “Someone touched my neck!” she said. “Their fingers were ice cold!” “Nobody‟s there, Holly. There was no one behind you.” A short buzzing sound brought all the lights back on in Abners Diner. Everyone shrugged it off and went back to enjoying their food, while occasionally shooting a glance in Holly‟s direction. Holly was upset. She turned back and faced Kevin while rubbing her neck. She was breathing heavily and closed her eyes tightly, trying to regain her composure. “Are you okay?” Kevin asked. Holly didn‟t answer. After lunch, Holly and Kevin pulled into the gravel parking lot at Kuhlwein‟s Farm Market off of Walker Road. They got out and Holly locked her car with the remote. They walked up to the barn where they started looking at hay bales stacked with pumpkins......
Kuhlwein‟s was a year-round farm market, but autumn was their time to shine. They had hayrides, fresh produce, pumpkins, baked goods and fresh apple cider. Cooper, an older employee and good friend of the Kuhlwein‟s, walked up to them with a plate of cookies. “Happy Halloween, guys,” he said in a very peppy and polite tone. “The wife just made fresh pumpkin sugar cookies. They‟re over by the pies if you‟re interested. Want to try a sample?” “Sure,” Kevin said. He grabbed a cookie, as did Holly, and they each took a bite. “Mmm,” Holly said finishing off the cookie. “I‟ll be around. Let me know if you guys need any help,” Cooper said. “Thank you,” Kevin replied. Cooper walked off to the next person and Holly continued looking at the pumpkins. “Are you okay?” Kevin asked her, noticing she was a little shaken up still from the diner incident. “It‟s just a weird day, Kev.” Kevin just nodded, knowing something was off. He felt it too.....
Two black-and-white Hilliard Police SUV‟s pulled up behind the mail truck on Amity Road with their lights spinning, but no sirens. An officer stepped out from each of the cars and approached Nancy and Chris who stood by the abandoned government vehicle. “Are you the one who called in?” one of the officers asked Nancy. “Yes, sir. I‟m Nancy Harris. I‟m a supervisor at the Hilliard Post Office. One of my carriers called me a little while ago saying his truck broke down. Chris and I came out to jump him, but he wasn‟t with the truck. I called his cell phone and he didn‟t answer, but it rang from somewhere in the cornfield.” The officer looked towards the cornfield, and then to the Watkins‟ home, sitting eerily quiet. “This is the old Watkins home, isn‟t it?” “I believe so,” Nancy said. The officer looked back to the younger officer who was in the other vehicle. “Call the Chief. We may need some extra bodies out here.” “What‟s wrong, York?” the younger officer asked. “You‟re new to Hilliard, Westman, this house has a history here. Trust me, it‟s probably a good idea to call in some back up,” Officer York said......
Okay,” Officer Westman reluctantly complied. He walked back to his SUV and picked up the radio. “Mrs. Harris, why don‟t you head back to your office and we‟ll take a look around. We‟ll call you when we find anything,” Office York said. “Could I send someone out to pick up the mail from the truck and finish the route?” she asked. “Not yet. This could be considered a crime scene, and in that case, everything needs to remain here, untouched.” “Okay.” “I‟ll be in touch.” Nancy nodded and she and Chris got back into her car, u-turned on Amity Road and drove away. Officer York looked around the large yard leading up to the Watkins‟ home. Everything was still - eerie and still. Westman joined York back near the mail truck. “Let‟s go see if anyone‟s home,” York said. Westman followed York up the gravel driveway and onto the wide front porch of the home. Both officers had their hands on their holsters, strictly as a precautionary measure. York knocked on the front door and then peered into the window next to it. The curtains were obstructing any kind of viewing. “Who lives here again?” Westman, the young and inexperienced officer asked
York said. “She‟s widely been accused of being a witch" ,he revealed with a look of dread spreading all along his face........
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|Re: The Halloween Haunting by jagugu88li(f): 1:24pm On Nov 30, 2016|
This officer sef. He knows the Watkins history but he still has the balls to openly approach them, with an inexperienced partner.
Don't single your self officer.....wait for backup..... at least die as a formation .
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|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 1:31pm On Nov 30, 2016|
Lolzzzzzz I no understand the guy....to die dey hungry am
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 11:04am On Dec 01, 2016|
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" A witch?” Westman laughed. York looked at him with a serious face. “There‟s a lot you don‟t know about Hilliard,” he said. York knocked again, but no one ever came to answer it. “Follow me.” York led the way around to the backyard, walking in the grass between the house and the cornfield. The gravel driveway stretched around the other side of the house and into the back where there was room for more than one car to park. The lot was empty. Just beyond the gravel parking area was an old barn, gray and brown in color. The shutters on the front and sides were old and barely hanging on. The front door to the barn was opened, and inside the barn sat in darkness. The officers walked up to the barns‟ entrance and York noticed a silky spider web stretching across the entire doorframe. The web was huge, but there wasn‟t a spider to be seen. The loud squawk of a bird fluttering overhead startled the officers and instinct told them to duck. York looked up and watched as a black raven perch itself on the top of the barn and tilt its‟ head to look down at them. The raven squawked again as it sat there, watching them....
"That‟s a big bird,” Westman said. York nodded. “Indeed.” His nerves started to get the best of him. “Let‟s go back up front and wait on the backup.” York led the way back along the side of the house. ~ Holly and Kevin were walking through the pumpkin patch at Kuhlwein‟s. There were a few other people scattered around in the fields, but most everyone else in Hilliard had already picked their pumpkins. Halloween might have been considered a little too late to be picking out a pumpkin to carve. “What about this one?” Holly said, picking up a short and plump one. Kevin looked it over with hesitation. “Maybe we‟ll get something a little taller. We‟ll have more options for carving.” As Holly set the pumpkin back down in the dirt, a chilly wind picked up and blew in from the west. Holly shielded her eyes from any flying dirt debris. She looked around at the few other people in the patch. She looked passed the fields to the tree line in the distance and watched the trees, vacant of their leaves, sway in the wind......
Something seemed off to her. This Halloween felt different. It felt...menacing. The cold wind howled past her ears and she covered them with her gloved hands and squinted to avoid it stinging her eyes. She took her hands off her ears and the wind howled deeply all around her, whispering “Ava…” Holly turned around fast as to see where that whispering voice came from. Her heart began to pick up beats and she heard it again: “Ava…” Kevin, oblivious to anything, picked up another pumpkin. This one was taller and had a wide, sturdy base. “This is the one, Holly. This is our pumpkin.” He noticed his sister was startled again, frantically looking around in every direction. Concerned, he sat the pumpkin back down and approached her. “What‟s wrong?” Holly had a cold tear dripping down her cheek. She swallowed hard and looked Kevin in the eyes. “Something‟s really wrong, Kevin. I heard Ava.” “Huh?” “When that wind just blew through, I swear I heard Ava‟s voice in it. She said her name.” “Holly…” Kevin began, but didn‟t know how to comfort her.....
"The whispers, the cold hand on my neck at the diner – this morning when I was waiting for you at the park, I thought I saw shadowy figures standing in the trees…” “What are you saying?” “I think it‟s a warning"
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|Re: The Halloween Haunting by jagugu88li(f): 1:50pm On Dec 01, 2016|
Wey I don sight situation, e be like say e be spiritual matter.
Unfortunately, there's no hiding from them.
Greg42, check that out when you have time
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 3:08pm On Dec 01, 2016|
Kk I will
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by bummybummy(f): 8:21pm On Dec 01, 2016|
greg42:tnx 4 d dedication? D officers even kno dat dia z witch in dat area. Lolzz
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by bummybummy(f): 8:26pm On Dec 01, 2016|
d witch z rilli makn some pple goes crazy. Oyinbo pple shld go nd find som1 to fight against d witches
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 9:12pm On Dec 01, 2016|
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 6:59am On Dec 02, 2016|
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Police now swarmed the area around the Watkins home on Amity Road. Police cars, with their spinning blue lights, sat on the side of the road and a couple of them even blocked Amity Road in both directions. It was officially a crime scene. The coroners van sat parked in the rocky driveway with the back doors open. Patrick Snowden‟s corpse laid still in the back of the van on a folded up gurney. The coroner covered the body with a white sheet after Detective James Miller got one last glance at it. Patrick had burn marks curling around his neck. It appeared to be a strangulation, but with burn marks? It didn‟t make sense. “Thank you,” Detective Miller said to the coroner as he shut the back doors to his van. Officers York and Westman joined Miller in the blocked off roadway. “So, he was found in the cornfield?” “Yes, sir,” York said, glancing back at the field of dead crops. “We found him laying in there, facedown.” “And no one‟s home, you said?” “No, sir.” “What can you tell me about the family who lives here?
York began, “It‟s Elizabeth Watkins and her caretaker. Mr. Watkins passed away several years ago.” “And this is the house where those murders took place some years back? What‟s that whole story?” A car horn honked viciously just outside the police barricade. Detective Miller‟s attention was immediately drawn to an old green and tan station wagon. “Who‟s that?” he squinted. York took a careful look and identified them. “That‟s actually Ms. Watkins now.” “Let them through!” Miller shouted, and waved for the officers blocking their way to let the car in. Elizabeth Watkins sat in her wheelchair on the front porch, and Valerie stood behind her very protectively. Detective Miller pulled up a fold-up chair that was leaning against the railing and sat down, leaning forward. “Where have you been all morning?” Miller asked. Ms. Watkins‟ hands started shaking, probably from her old age. “We went to the cemetery to visit her husbands grave,” Valerie chimed in. Miller looked up at her, annoyed she had answered when he was addressing Elizabeth. But he took what information he could, from whoever was going to offer it up.
“Which cemetery is that?”
“Wesley Chapel, on the east side of Hilliard.”
“What time did you leave to go there?”
“We left around eight. We grabbed breakfast first.” “It‟s noon,”
Miller checked his watch.
“Did you go anywhere else afterwards?”
“Nope,” Valerie said, slightly irritated. She wasn‟t even 100% sure what was going on.
“Did you see your mail carrier at all today?” Valerie looked down the driveway to the mess of police cars. She noticed the empty mail truck sitting off to the side of the road. “No,” she said. “Why? Where is he?” “He‟s dead – found strangled in your cornfield with some sort of burn marks around his neck.” Elizabeth grew uneasy in her seat and looked towards the cornfield off to her right. Valerie put a comforting hand on her shoulder, and Elizabeth finally calmed down. “Are you implying anything, detective?” Valerie asked. “I‟m just trying to figure out why a man is dead on your property, Ms…” “Warner,” she said. “Valerie Warner.” “And you‟re the…housekeeper?
"I care for Ms. Watkins. I feed her, bathe her, wash her clothes and sheets, and keep the house clean. I cared for her husband too, before he passed on. I‟ve been with the Watkins‟ family for a very long time, detective.”
Miller jotted a few notes down into a small black book he had sitting on his lap. He clicked his pen closed and stood up. “Ms. Watkins, Ms. Warner, I‟ll be back a little later on. I‟m going to have two of my officers stationed at the end of your driveway for the day just to keep an eye on things. Would that be okay?” “I don‟t see why not,” Valerie said. Miller smiled. “Great.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his business card. He handed it to Elizabeth, but Valerie reached for it instead. Miller pulled back on the card and Valerie stopped, the two of them making eye contact. “Ms. Watkins,” Miller proceeded to hand her the card, “call me if you need anything.” Elizabeth reached out with her shaky arm and grabbed the Detective‟s card. He smiled at both of them and then turned around and walked back up the driveway where the coroner‟s van was just pulling away from the scene. Valerie pushed Elizabeth in through the front doors and into the house. She made sure the door was shut and locked behind her....
"I don‟t know how on Earth they could insinuate that we had something to do with that man‟s death,” Valerie said, offended. Elizabeth didn‟t say a word, but instead looked up to the ceiling where the chandelier hung still. It slowly started to rock back and forth creating a quiet jingling sound. The ceiling then started to creak like someone was walking across the floor above them. “It‟s just the rats, Ms. Watkins. No worries.” “Just the rats,” Elizabeth repeated quietly. “Just the rats…” Elizabeth closed her eyes and pictured the young girl, Melissa, hanging from the chandelier – her body bloodied from an unseen attack. Elizabeth smiled as she heard the screams in her head..
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|Re: The Halloween Haunting by jagugu88li(f): 9:34am On Dec 02, 2016|
Elizabeth is not the witch here, think of it.
These tire me finish ooo.
Tuhnday, what's your take concerning these mischievous rats, toying with people lives?
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 9:41am On Dec 02, 2016|
I started reading last night. This book is kinda scary. Elizabeth is not the witch, but she has an idea of what's happening
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 10:56am On Dec 02, 2016|
I smell fear
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 10:56am On Dec 02, 2016|
Your welcome dear
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by nastynic(m): 11:11am On Dec 02, 2016|
Boss me just dey feel u die!
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 11:58am On Dec 02, 2016|
My bro I humble ooo
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Angelinastto(f): 12:51pm On Dec 02, 2016|
I think i need to hold my boo before reading this#SCARY
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by girlhaley(f): 1:15pm On Dec 02, 2016|
So Elizabeth is what
Greg.....come and answer this qwenshun ooo
Angelinastto....I sight u......hope na Dtobs u hold sha.......
More oil to ur soup o
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 1:31pm On Dec 02, 2016|
Can your boo hold you well?? Come over here
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Nobody: 1:32pm On Dec 02, 2016|
My ever sweet honey.....Thanks
|Re: The Halloween Haunting by Yemike(m): 3:59pm On Dec 02, 2016|
oga gregg, you've been doing a great job in using your writting skills and talent to put together this fantastic write up, and i must say una well done o.
Thanks for the mention although i came late make u no flog me abeg.
Lastly, i like how the suspence is coming keep it up.
More hair to your......?
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