The Ghost Room
Author: cchmielews21
His flashlight strayed across the morose room, illuminating dense cobwebs before being swallowed by the thick darkness. His hands shook, he never went down here, but it would be worth it if he got what he came for. This was where the ghosts lived. He switched off his flashlight and was immediately covered in the blackness. He had no body, nothing tying him to the world of the living, just as he had planned.
“I want to see her” he whispered. He didn’t know quite what to expect, probably nothing, but it was worth a shot.
From his pocket he produced a couple cold carrots and a crumbling cookie, basically whatever he could find in his pantry and fridge.
“I’ve got some things for you here, as an offering,” he declared as he slowly laid them on the floor. Then he backed away, waiting. He began to pace around the room, muttering things that seemed magical, trying to summon whatever spirits may be there. He stopped when he heard a deep thud echo throughout the small room.
“Hello?,” he offered. He felt blindly on the floor for his offerings and could not find them. “I want to see my sister, can you help me to see my sister?”
The spirit didn’t respond. He could feel it waiting. Fear lumped in his throat but he stood his ground. The spirit was trying to see if he was worthy, if he could face the dead with courage. If he could, then the spirit would allow him to see his sister. He knew that she was not gone completely, he just needed to be brave.
“You will show me my sister!” Anger crept into his voice which was still only a whisper. Anger and fear mixed in his stomach, tearing him between running and staying. He could hear the spirit. Or at least the noises the spirit made. The creak of floorboards was laughter, the spirit evidently felt no need to obey his commands.
“What do you want?” he lashed out. “I know you can show me my sister, but you won’t. You’re being mean.” His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he launched into his tirade. The spirit did not respond. It just stayed there, lurking out of eyesight. This just made him more furious.
“Show me my sister!” He was yelling now. “What do you want from me? I just want to see my sister! Where is my sister!”
He laid down on the floor and curled himself up. Cold tears dripped down his face.
“I want to see my sister. Show me sister,” he kept repeating. He heard the door open and warm light flooded in. He heard someone come down the stairs and he felt himself being picked up.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” came his mom’s voice. “I’m here now, it’s okay.” she picked him up and her way back to the living room, closing the door of the basement behind her.