The Haunting: A Short Story

The Haunting: A Short Story

Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

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Status: Finished

Genre: Horror

Summary

When I touch the portrait of Lise, it feels as if my beloved is standing right before me, looking into my eyes. A sudden bolt of air pushes me to the ground and it takes me a few moments to regain my strength. When I stand up and look at the picture again, it seems as if all the light from it is lost. The lovely lady I saw in the picture just minutes ago is now replaced by a terrifying ugly grotesque who ever so slightly resembles by lover but bares the eyes of a monster.

Summary

When I touch the portrait of Lise, it feels as if my beloved is standing right before me, looking into my eyes. A sudden bolt of air pushes me to the ground and it takes me a few moments to regain my strength.

When I stand up and look at the picture again, it seems as if all the light from it is lost. The lovely lady I saw in the picture just minutes ago is now replaced by a terrifying ugly grotesque who ever so slightly resembles by lover but bares the eyes of a monster.

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Submitted: April 30, 2014

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“Lise! Lise, where are you?” I said, splashing around in the salty water.  I made several small arcs with my hands and spun around. I could see Lise at a distance. She waved in my direction, terror showing in her dark eyes. As I swam towards her, I noticed the gray fin ripping through the water, moving fast towards Lise. Then I heard her scream: “Go! Go! Get away! I’m not going to make it!!.” Before she could speak another word, Lise’s body lurched forward, then back, and then disappeared as the great fish swept under her. I, compelled by terror as much as courage, swam hard in Lise’s direction. As I approached, she seemed to splash free of the ocean, her grotesque body hurtling skyward before crashing back onto the black water. I watched in horror, disgusted and dismayed by what I saw:  Lise’s face was torn and cracked, her brown hair half ripped from its skull. Her bloody boney fleshless hands were trying to grasp something but were not quite able to reach it.  Before I could scream I felt something move in the water below me.

I wake up breathing heavily and look around tensely.  Then I realize it is just a dream…a nightmare! It has been 10 years since Lise Schonberg died, but I still have the same nightmares of her death.  I drag myself to the bathroom to get dressed as I hear footsteps approaching and the door opening.  I turn around frantically to see who it is, and I am very much relieved to see that it is just Amaia, my yellow eyed black cat.  “Amaia, you scared me!” I say, but she just keeps walking around as if she doesn’t hear me. I lift her up and kiss her soft nose and she purrs and looks at me as if I am not listening to what she is telling me.  I put her down and she leads me down to the dining room.

The dining room is very dark and dusty as it has not been used in many days.  The pictures in the hallway are all covered in spider web and there is dirt and dust on the floor which makes it very difficult to walk.  I live alone in this huge mansion of mine and there are only three rooms on the top floor of the house that I use.  There are rarely any visitors or guests at my house because I did not feel the need to socialize much after I lost a huge contract in business, my high social status, and my beloved, Lise.

“Amaia, where are you going?” I say as the cat skips and gallops across the floor.  She stops before a very old painting of Lise.  I cannot remember when the painting was made exactly, but in the years since my beloved’s death, the portrait has taken on a life of its own; at times it seems possessed.  It took all my strength to stand still and look at the painting.  It is the only painting in the hallway that is not covered in spider web.  It looks new.  It is magnificent and its border is golden, brown - a classic color, I believe.  Lise looks as beautiful as ever in that gorgeous long sleeved red dress she is wearing.  The dress contains silver and beige patterns on its bodice.  Lise’s hair is pulled back uniformly in a tiny braid although a few strands fall over her eyes.  The picture is so lively that for a second I believe that Lise is standing in front of me.

“Lise?” I say, surprised to hear my own voice.  It almost feels wrong to speak in the quiet surroundings. It feels as if I am disturbing the ghosts of the people in the pictures.  I fall on my knees and stare at the portraits around me. I am reminded of a different time, a happier time…  

She was running and smiling saying, “Niclas, you can’t catch me!”  I was running behind her trying to reach her with my fingertips, but she was just inches away.

“Meow, meow” purrs Amaia bringing me back to the present. When I touch the portrait of Lise, it feels as if my beloved is standing right before me, looking into my eyes.  A sudden bolt of air pushes me to the ground and it takes me a few moments to regain my strength.

When I stand up and look at the picture again, it seems as if all the light from it is lost.  The lovely lady I saw in the picture just minutes ago is now replaced by a terrifying ugly grotesque who ever so slightly resembles by lover but bares the eyes of a monster.  I hear Amaia purring in the distance and go looking for her.  I go into the last room down the hallway and it is the room where Lise and I spent most of our Sunday afternoons.  I see something move at the door and turn around.  It is a human shadow.  I am frightened and I run for the door, and it closes.  The lights switch on by themselves and something pushes me on to the sofa.  Then I see her, she is standing in front of me.  It is the same last image of her that I saw.  Her hair is ripped off and her face is all cracked, and her lips are broken.  It is a terrible sight; the pain and fright that were in her eyes when she was dying are replaced by anger and rage.

“Hello Niclas” she hisses, “long time, no see.” I am in loss of words and I just, I just…..  “Living without me I see!”

“Wh-what?” I say, “I…I thought you were dead.  I don’t understand…how did you come here?”

“Of course I’m not dead, sweetheart,” she says with complete hatred, “how could I?  I mean, without you?  I could never make you feel alone, that is just a horrible thing to do.  That’s not what lovers do to each other, they live together and they die together, always and forever.”

I am completely terrified and I just don’t get it.  “Oh, this is just perfect,” I say.  “Not only dreams and nightmares, now I’m hallucinating as well!  What more could happen? Ah, gods help me!” I say.

“Aw, you are not hallucinating dear,” her voice cries.  “I’m here to take you with me! I’m not going anywhere without you because you would be heart struck by that and that does not make me happy, babe!”

“Lise, you are dead!”  I shout.

“Because of you, I died because of you!  You were supposed to be the one that died, not me!”  She yelled back.  “You little coward!  You just stood by and stared while I was dragged away!” The air around me in the room whooshed and smelled of blood and death.  “You are a pessimistic Pig!  I thought you loved me.  I told you I did not want to go on that stupid cruise, but no, you just wanted it to be the perfect vacation.  Did you plan on killing me before we left? Is that why you insisted we go? It was never about love was it?  You just wanted to get revenge on me because I was always better than you.  You little prick! Well, listen up Mr. Hartmann, the perfect vacation is just about to begin!  You better get ready to go,” she says.  And then she vanishes into thin air.

The lights go off and the door opens.  The air is stale and dry; I can taste the acidic stench from my stomach in my mouth.  I sprint out the door and down the hallway without paying attention to any of the pictures on the wall.  I duck around furniture and try to open the main door.  The door has not been opened for almost a year now and there is rust that has been formed near the bolt.  The door would not budge, no matter how hard I try.  I run to the back door through which my supplies are delivered.  I run into the garden lit by the moonlight. Then I realize that a whole day was lost in the dark hallway and that room.  As I am going near the tall dahlia plants and enter them, something from the ground wraps around my feet and drags me to the Earth.  I am falling and falling.  I realize I would have been safer if I had stayed inside the house; I had done the biggest mistake of my life. These plants are Lise’s most favorite ones; she had planted each and every plant by herself and she has taken care of them very well.  I always wondered how these plants survived while all the other ones managed to wither out and die.  It was because her spirit gives them life, and even during the peak winter, they have managed to bloom beautifully.

“N-i-c-l-a-s H-a-r-t-m-a-n-n” She screeches, “I loved you very much, but look what that has gotten me.  Falling for your sweet and charming words was the most pathetic thing I have ever done.  And thanks to you, now I am dead and that cruise made me realize just how much of a bastard you really are.”  The temperature around me is becoming colder and colder.  "I hate you!" she screamed, "You killed me and now you will get what you deserve."

A cold rain starts pouring from the dark grey clouds above the house.  I am tired of fighting and running and I cannot take any of it anymore! Did she say that she hates me? That I killed her? What is going on?

“Lise, Lise, I don’t know what you are talking about!  I swear, I…sweetheart, I always loved you.  I still do, I did not kill you Liz.  I did not!  I jumped into the ocean with you to protect you, not to kill you! There was really nothing I could do to save you. I have regretted that day ever since.  Your death is the reason I’m living like this. Please, don’t do this to me.”

“Shut up!  You never loved me, and you are living like this, not because I’m dead, It’s because you lost a very big contract and your company lost about 50% of your shareholders!  Don’t you ever think you can fool me again! No one can fool me.”

“Liz, listen to me, I think you might have mistaken…

Her spirit rises and forms a huge moving ball of dust. I watch in dismay as it approaches me; I fight against the vines that hold me down, but it is useless.  The murky ball of dust goes through me and I collapse in pain and agony.  The veins that hold me down finally release their grip and I cannot move; I just stare at the grey clouds.  I hear Amaia purring loudly “Meow, Meow” and I see her come into the gardens.  She sits down next to me and her eyes shine like she has won a battle.  Everything in my house seems to betray me.  Everything, everything in my house was hers, nothing belongs to me.  Her pictures, her gardens, and even her cat – for as much as I love Amaia, she never loved me; she will always be Lise’s cat.  I am losing it, I cannot stay any longer, I…I feel by breath leaving me, I can sense my life being sucked out of my body and soul,  I hope someone…

 

The End

 


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