One cold, lonely night on Halloween, two girls were alone in their house. It was 1850 and Jane and Beatrice were wandering around the house exploring. Their parents had gone to the pub and left them both alone.
Jane was the youngest, she was 12. Her sister Beatrice was 15. Jane was the quiet and shy kind of person, worrying about everything. Whilst Beatrice was undoubtedly wild yet laid back. She was always getting into trouble for this and that but whenever you needed someone to turn to, Beatrice was always there. However, she didn't always get on with her sister.
Creeeek. “ I can hear something.” whispered Jane. Creeeeek. “Beatrice, I can hear a noise.” “Well you know, noises do happen Jane – this is earth, it's full of noises. Creeeek. “No Beatrice I can, I can hear a noise from upstairs, a creeking noise.” Jane had stopped in her tracks, she started to freak out. “Don't be stupid, it's probably something outside” answered Beatrice. “I'm scared” Jane whispered back. “Fine we'll go upstairs but there's nothing there-you'll see.” So the girls wandered up and up, stopping to listen but the noise had gone.
"See Jane I tol-” CREEEEK. Both girls froze. A chill went down their spines. They looked at each other, they looked around. “Ok, WHAT was that” Beatrice said, a little loudly to break the eerie silence. A scary voice replied “Girlies...Girlies... I'm coming, I can smell you” The girls screamed. Loud, heavy footsteps approached them – then a cold hand touched both their arms. They struggled to get away, but it was too late. They fell to the floor and silence was the only noise heard.
When their parents came back very late that night, they called out the girls names. No reply. They searched downstairs. They went upstairs, shaky, with candles and did not believe the sight infront of them. There, laid on the floor, were the two sisters. Both had two bite marks on their necks.
The parents moved out the very next day, no one knew where they went, no one ever saw them again. No one returned to the house. Rumours had soon spread about a haunted house, full of ghosts, creatures unknown. Anyone who walked by the house would surely hear the soft voices. “Help...Please help us"
159 years and 364 days later...
“I'm so glad we moved here!” exclaimed Shelley. “I know me too!” replied Becky. For the first time since 1850, a new family moved into the house. Again, Becky and Shelley were sisters. The family had moved from Wales – they had no idea what happened in the house. People told them it was haunted, people died there. No one believed it anymore. Who would? Rumours were always getting exaggerated. What exactly could you believe these days? Anyway, haunted or not, the sisters were glad to get away. They'd had a lot of trouble in Wales.
“Go and pick your room, girls” shouted their Mum from outside. Shelley and Becky raced upstairs and chose the biggest, spacious room with a big window and gorgeous view. They looked at each other and grinned. “Typical of you two, choosing the biggest room” smiled their Mum. “Watch out though, its right underneath the attic, we don't want any haunted beings in here.” They all burst out laughing.
The next day, Shelley and Becky decided to have a sleepover in their room. It wasn't much of one though, it was only the two girls telling spooky stories to one another whilst eating Halloween treats. Though they had the house to themselves whilst the parents were 'testing out pubs'.
“I love this house! I can't believe no one's lived in it for, like, 160 years!” Shelley said excitedly. “Yeah! I know what you mean!” replied Becky. “Let's get our mega Halloween sleepover started then!” They had no idea what they were getting themselves into.
9pm...
“Hahaha Becky, that was lol!” “I know right?” BANG! “Woah, what the hell was that?” shouted Shelley. “What?” said Becky still laughing her head off. “The bang!” CREEEK. “Oh. My. God. What was that.” This time Becky heard the noise. “Sounds like it's coming from upstairs “. The two girls slowly got up and headed upstairs.
“Doesn't look like there's much here” exclaimed Becky. At that moment they both stopped in their tracks. Loud, clear footsteps came towards them. They went cold as ice, pale as snow. They turned around slowly. “What on Earth is going on?” questioned Becky. “Wouldn't you like to know” answered a creepy voice. “What the-?” “Oh hello, you girls must be, hmmm, Shelley and errmmm Becky? Yes that's it. Well we're ghosts you see. Killed by THAT vampire and well, we're lonely. We need two girls to join us” Shelley and Becky let out a piercing scream, as sharp bites cut their skin and they fell to the ground.
Next day...
Welcome to the news on Sunday 1st November. Let's start with today's breaking news.” “Two girls – who cannot be named for identification purposes have been found dead at a house in Essex. The cause of death is not yet known but is mysteriously identical to that which happened in 1850. “Same house, same marks, same date and two girls. It is almost as if history has repeated itself...