Oubliette: Scare at Wellington Farm – Part 2

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page.

Griswold walked into an empty room of the abandoned farmhouse. He finished setting up most of the cameras and had a couple more to setup. He could join the others in the basement who were down there talking and drinking. There was some urgency because Chris would drink the whole bottle of Huntsman if given the chance.

He scanned the room for a moment. A white fog formed in front of his face as he breathed. Judging from decorations on the walls, Griswold decided that its former occupant was a young girl or somebody that had fetish for pink unicorns. He knew this room was a high priority because it is the one that had some activity during the last investigation.

Griswold remembered when he saw the clip that Grace presented with a grin. Even though the video was grainy, everyone could make out a clear outline of a child. Griswold always assumed that a real spirit would be white. The spirit was a shade of grey which made it more difficult to spot. The group concluded that the clothing was a dress but there were not sure.

He gave her a secret name: Rachel, after his mother. He posted the clip to MyVid for others to see and got over 1000 views; the first time ever for the group. Unfortunately, Griswold was left to deal with the typical skeptics who call everything fake. One of them was his roommate who accused him of creating it.

Due to the risk of a drained battery, Griswold chose to use a power adaptor for this camera. He walked to the far corner of the room where there was an outlet. As he rummaged through the pockets of his coat looking for the adaptor, he looked towards the ceiling. He thought that he could get a better shot with the camera mounted on the wall but alterations to the house were out of the question.

Resigned to a less optimal choice, he leaned down, plugged the camera into the wall, and sat it in the corner. As he watched a red light on the camera illuminate, he heard something moving behind him. He turned around and saw nothing there. An excited thought emerged. He thought it might have been her. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He took a moment to open the video app before verifying the light turned green on the camera.

Armed with his cell phone, Griswold walked slowly while he headed into the room across the hall. Just as he was about to enter the room, he spotted something moving out of the corner of his eye in the room at the end of the hall. A smile crossed his lips as he changed directions and walked quietly down the hall.

The room was empty as Griswold entered. He concluded that the room had once been a study. On the far wall, there was a window and next him on the left was a built-in bookcase that lined the whole wall. He noticed that the curtain over the window was moving. He walked closer to examine and noticed that one of the panes of glass was missing. The wind blew and ruffled the curtain again. Disappointed, he placed his cell phone in his pocket and turned towards the door.

Just as he was about to step forward, he noticed something on the ground. He looked down and saw a small pool of red liquid. His mind instantly jumped to the conclusion of blood and then to the fact that it was not frozen. If this discovery was not startling enough, he heard a low growling noise from the bookshelf. Griswold did the only thing he could do, he raised the camera in one hand and prepared to throw it. He cautiously moved towards the door. With every step, the growling got louder.

Just as he was about to reach the door, one of the doors of the bookcase burst open. A small dark gray ball of hissing fur and claws charged at him. Griswold jumped back and cursed. It sat in front him for a moment with its golden eyes wide open, ears flattened, and growled softly. It hissed at him a couple more times and fled the room through the window.

Griswold stood there for a couple of minutes while his heart stopped racing. As he went to set up the last camera, he started laughing manically.


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