One day, my sister Olivia and I, along with our friends Sophia and Ava, found ourselves gathered in Olivia’s room. Downstairs, our parents were busy preparing dinner. We had a peculiar habit of talking to candles, playfully asking if any spirits were around. We’d say, “Flame, go up if you’re here,” and the flame would obediently dance higher.
Driven by curiosity, we inquired if the spirit had a name, eventually settling on “Daniel” or “Danielle” based on Olivia’s intuition. To our amazement, the flame responded by flickering upward. Just then, our parents’ call summoned us for dinner. To reach the kitchen, we had to pass a dimly lit corridor, and we assumed our friends would wait upstairs for us.
Olivia finished eating first and headed upstairs to continue our candlelit conversation. However, as she ascended, she heard what sounded like two girls whispering or arguing. Terrified, she sprinted back down and rushed across the street to Ava’s house.
When I finished my meal and went upstairs to join Olivia, I too heard hushed voices, thinking Sophia and Ava were trying to play a prank. I chuckled and called out, “You got me, guys! Hilarious!” But they continued talking, undeterred. Annoyed, I said, “Seriously, this isn’t funny anymore. Come out!” Still, they remained hidden.
We searched every nook and cranny, peeking into corners, under the bed, and every possible hiding spot. But Sophia and Ava were nowhere to be found. Fear clutched my heart, and I could hear its pounding. Panic-stricken, I leaped down the stairs, nearly injuring myself in the process.
I asked my parents where Olivia was, and they said she had gone to Ava’s. With only Mom and Dad at home, their voices were inaudible from the upstairs. It dawned on me that something otherworldly was at play, sending shivers down my spine. I sprinted to Ava’s house.
When I knocked on the door, Olivia hastily recounted her eerie experience. It was clear she was shaken. I exclaimed, “OH MY GOSH, same here!”
From that day on, we never ventured upstairs. The once-beloved room had become a source of terror for us.
In our backyard stood an enigmatic gravestone, aged and illegible. We couldn’t help but wonder if it was connected to the haunting occurrences within Olivia’s house.