Can You Reason With Treason (Ghost Story)

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Can You Reason With Treason
It was a dark and spooky Halloween night. All was calm and quiet, too quiet for a holiday where everyone gives out free candy. The streets were completely deserted and no one was rushing about for candy. No one dared enter the streets, for they were a very superstitious people in this neighborhood. They believed anything they heard, especially about ghosts.
Luxa and her family were driving to the old mansion that they were thinking about buying and fixing up. It was broken down, which is understandable since it was from the 1800’s. Located near Bel Air, this house was said to be home to the ghost of John Wilkes Booth. Legend has it his ghost lived there killing the youngest person in every group that dared enter his home. As they drove along, a few people would yell through open windows telling them to turn back, only to shut their windows immediately after, for spirits roamed the street wandering long after death.
Now Luxa is a very special girl. She may be the youngest child in her family, but she was a triplet. Her two brothers were the most obnoxious beings on the planet, or so she thought. Since they were all born on the same day, they were all technically the youngest. This means when they entered the mansion Booth would be in for a big surprise, if the ghost existed. They were almost there. The street they were on was the spookiest street yet, completely deserted with rows of mansions built from the 1600’s to the 1800’s.
It was a ghost’s playground. Even Luxa and her brothers, Draco and Rustle,(who were scared of nothing except their mother) got a chill up their spines at the exact same time. They sat in the backseat, shaking like leaves because of the spookiness of the area. The trees were completely bare and black as night itself, dead for years without anyone to care for them. The moonlight shone with an eerie green glow. They begged their parents to take them home.
Their pleading was to no avail, for they had just reached the long, twisted driveway leading into a forest of ghostly shadows and ghoulish figures. Her father drove up the drive, tuning out their pleading voices. They were beyond that... or were they? He could never figure out his children. Even his two oldest children, Lupis and Gregor, were still confusing him. They could always find their way out of a situation, all five of the kids, and they always stuck together.
His thoughts trailed off as they reached the twenty-foot tall wrought iron gates to the mansion. They were rusted shut. “Looks like we’re walkin’,” he called to the others.
He got the gates to open slightly with a loud CRRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAAAAAKKK! The children jumped out of their skin at the noise.
The air around the mansion was filled with fog. Luxa was chilled to the bone. The mansion was shrouded in darkness that seemed to come from nowhere on the night of the full moon. Even though the trees were bare, there was a freezing wind that caused a rustle among the branches. Shadows danced among the undergrowth, striking fear into the very heart and soul of the triplets.
Draco thought he heard a werewolf howling at the moon. “I don’t like this place”, he cried.
“It gives me the chills!”, shouted Rustle.
“Can we go home? Please?”, begged the children.
“No,” said their mother. “We are going to walk in and out of that house as a family. Now not another peep or I will feed you to the goblins and ghouls at the bottom of the lake.”
She cackled like a witch. She loved scaring her kids. It was her way of get-ting them to do what she wanted.
Their mother thought it was a game, but the children didn’t know she was teasing them. They did exactly as she said and did not say anything while they were inside the mansion. Once inside, the triplets wandered off to admire the chandeliers and furniture. It was all so elegant that they followed the path of wonders up the creaking stairs and right into a hall closet, not knowing where they were or what had happened.
The door had shut, leaving them locked in a tiny room full of dust and musty air. They would have screamed, but they were frightened. Their mother had not wanted to hear a peep out of them and they would definitely be thrown into the lake for screaming. The only person that could scare them was their mother. And the only reason they were scared of her was because she was a psychopath. Their mother took them to the scariest places and always scared them into doing something.
While the triplets were locked away, the rest of the family was touring the house, room after room. They thought the triplets were behind them, following along like scared little chihuahuas. They had to admit that the house was a little spooky. There were cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and drooping towards the ground. The floorboards creaked with each and every step taken. Shadows danced along the walls, possessed by spirits warning them to turn back and never return.
The tour of the house the triplets’ mother was giving the family made its way up the stairs to the second floor pull-down ladder leading to the attic. Up they went into the pitch-black darkness that hid many evil spirits and creatures from view. There was a small lantern on one of the old chests, but it was out of oil and didn’t light. The mother pulled out a flashlight they had brought in case something like this occurred. She turned it on to find a dimly lit room filled with cobwebs and spiders.
This was nothing to her, she thought the spiders were just regular everyday spiders that could be found in your house. Little did she know that the spiders were the many ghosts that had been created by assassination. The spirits had become spiders to spin a warning in their web for all who dared enter the mansion. She swiped them away with an old broom she found standing in the corner and said, “There, that ought to take care of those pests for a while. Now this is a beautiful place full of history and I think we should buy it and restore it to its former glory.”
“I think we should go home and discuss it over a mug of hot chocolate,” said the dad.
“I can agree to that.” said mom.
The family headed home to discuss buying the property, leaving the triplets behind. All the while the triplets were sitting in the closet shivering in each others arms. It was damp and smelled of mold in the closet, but the kids were still scared to yell for help.
“I think we should just yell for help and face the consequences if they hear us,” whispered Luxa in a hushed tone.
Her brothers agreed with her and they yelled until their voices were hoarse.
No one had heard the children’s frantic calls for help. It was drowned out by the roar of the engine as their father peeled out of the long driveway and started racing down the street, ready to escape the horrors that existed on that property. He hadn’t even checked to see if his three youngest were sitting in the back seat of the van. They had been quiet since they had arrived at the mansion and he knew his wife had threatened to do something terrible to them. It was not until he was almost to their house that he looked in the mirror and discovered that there were three empty seats where they should have been.
After the triplets had lost their voices, Draco discovered a hole in the wall and a hatchet on the floor. He showed them to Luxa who carefully uncovered the rusted hatchet and started whacking the wall where the hole was. The hole led to a secret passageway built into the back of the second-floor library. Wall after wall of bookshelves filled with secrets and surprises awaited the triplets as they stumbled through the dimly lit passage in the backs of them.
Luxa was leading the way through the winding tunnel behind the library when, suddenly, the bookshelves opened up to reveal a semi-lit room filled with wonders unknown to the triplets. The triplets stood there, looking at the books with wonder in their eyes. They all ran to the shelves and started looking for books about secret passages. They each walked away from the shelves with a stack of books as large as they could carry.
They sat on the floor and surrounded themselves with books, reading all that they could about secret passages and looking for a guide to the passages in the mansion. After hours of searching, Draco and Rustle(who were looking at books together) found something hidden in a secret flap in the back cover of one of the books. “This place is full of secrets,” thought Rustle. As he was thinking this his brother yelled, maybe a little too loudly, “Luxa, Luxa, we found something!”
“What is it? And be quiet!” Luxa whispered in a harsh tone to her excited brother.
“I think its a treasure map, but it... doesn’t make any..... sense.” Draco said, twisting the paper and trying to figure out what it was.
“Well let me see it then, it could help us get out of here,” whispered Luxa, annoyed that her brother wouldn’t listen to her.
Draco reluctantly gave it to her. After brief observation, Luxa discovered that the piece of paper was a map that showed the different tunnels and passageways that were built into the walls.
“It looks like a labyrinth,” she thought.
By the fading light of the oil lamp, Luxa could pinpoint the exact room she and her brothers were in. It was right in the middle of the house on the second floor, with the parlor right below it to one side, and the dining room to the other.
There was a secret passageway that led through the walls, down a flight of stairs and out of the house through a tunnel underground. Luxa was amazed and the complexity of the maze of passages. Each passage led into the single tunnel leading towards a large underground room where she and her brothers could escape to. Looking around the room, Luxa was searching for supplies they could take with them when they escaped.
She was terrified of being in this house at night. Suddenly, all the rumors of ghosts rushed back and smacked her in the face. She started to shiver due to the chill sent up her spine. Something and touched her and she felt as cold as ice. Her cheek stung and she almost screamed. She stopped herself so she didn’t scare her brothers. They were depending on her to get them out of there alive and if she let on that she was scared, they would start to worry.
Scanning the room again, Luxa discovered a flashlight for each of them left by past visitors to the house who had run away in a hurry. She gathered them up and handed one to each brother, warning them not to turn them on until it was necessary. It had grown darker than midnight outside, and Luxa knew the lamp wouldn’t last much longer. It was a small lamp and produced hardly more than a flicker, making it nearly impossible to see. Quickly, The three siblings gathered up extra flashlights and the lamp, being careful not to blow it out. They then hurried out of the library, with Luxa leading the way by following the map.
Draco and Rustle were obediently following their sister, even though they each thought they should be leading the others. They wandered off, trying to get ahead of Luxa. “Just a little more till we reach the entrance to the secret passage we’ll take out of this horrid place.” Luxa called back, thinking her brothers were behind her. When they didn’t respond, she turned around so quickly she almost fell over.
Frightened at not seeing her brothers, Luxa searched frantically for anyahere they could have gone. She traveled down hallway after hallway, trying to find them. She was calling for them, “Draco! Rustle! Where are you!?!” Her brothers heard her calling them and spun around. They didn’t know where they were. Lost in the maze of halls, her brothers called out to her saying, “We’re here! We’re over here!” They were frightened as much as she was.
As Luxa searched, her brothers were getting even more lost looking for her. They tried to follow her voice, but there were many other moans that drowned it out. Whenever they heard it, it seemed very faint and faraway. There was a growing mist in the hallway. Made of dust and spirits, this mist was eerie and hid Luxa from her brothers and them from her. They were standing only two yards away from each other with flashlights shining, but the light wouldn’t cut through the thick haze.
At one point, Luxa saw a faint shadow in the distance through the mist. Heading toward it, she noticed it was just a trick of the light. Devastated, she fumbled in the darkness looking for any trace of her brothers. Suddenly, she heard a piercing scream that could have only come from one of her brothers. Running toward the sound, she stumbled over to her brother Draco. “Where’s Rustle?” she inquired frantically. “G-g-g-g-ghost.” he muttered, scared out of his wits.
Despite the burning ache of fear coursing through her veins, Luxa knew she had to be brave and find her brother. She calmed down Draco and asked him what direction the ghost had floated off with their brother. Following the direction of his shaking finger, Luxa pulled her brother along the corridor to her left. It was dark and gloomy, with no eerie light coming from the ghostly moon outside the windows.
Amidst the suffocating darkness, they found themselves heading toward a room glowing with the green, hazy light of the ghost’s body in the middle. In the middle of the room beside the ghost was a flat table with a boy laying paralyzed with fear. Seeing her brother, Luxa almost shouted with relief. Stopping herself so as not to alert the ghost there were present, she clamped a hand over Draco’s mouth.
Whispering as softly as possible, she said, “We have to keep quiet so we don’t let the ghost know we are here.” Nodding with understanding, Draco tore away from his sister’s clutches and and crouched as low as possible. He started crawling toward the table, being very careful not to cause the floor to creak under his weight. Following suit, Luxa quietly dropped to the floor and crawled in the other direction around the ghost to the table.
When Luxa had reached one side of the table without being noticed, she glanced over at Draco. He had reached the table as well and looked as surprised as she was that they had reached it without conflict. Looking up at the table, Luxa discovered that the ghost had not noticed them because he was very busy doing something with the unmoving lump lying there. She was terribly frightened and nervous as to what could be happening to her brother, if that truly was him lying there.
Without thinking, Luxa screamed at the top of her lungs and made the ghost jump through the roof. Thinking quickly with cat-like reflexes, she and Draco both leaped at the table and freed Rustle. “That was close!” he exclaimed. Eager to escape, Rustle rushed out of that room with his siblings trailing behind by only a few steps. They ran down the corridor and into the dining room, where the siblings stopped and caught their breath.
Panicking, the triplets knew they had experienced something supernatural and they had to get out of the house quickly before the ghost reappeared. Luxa grabbed the map and flashlight out of her pocket, surprised to not have lost them in her rush. Spreading the map on the ancient table, she and her brothers leaned in closely in order to save their light. They planned the escape route together, trying to find the quickest way out.
Tracing the many twists and turns, Luxa found a tunnel leading out of the kitchen and into the thick forest. She knew it was a risk, heading into the forest at night, but she also knew it was their only hope if they wanted to make it out alive. Turning to her brothers, she showed them the route she wanted to take and, though they agreed it was a great risk, they preferred being lost in the woods to being killed by a ghost any day.
Knowing they had to act quickly, they tested their flashlights one by one to make sure they were working. They then traveled quickly and cautiously toward the kitchen passage. Rustle, being the handiest of the triplets, quickly examined the door in the dim light for anything that could make a noise. Finding none, he nodded to Luxa to resume her position as leader and fell in line behind her as she entered the dark, musty area.
Though damp and cold, the triplets felt safer here then they had in the mansion just recently. Following the crude walls of the tunnel, the triplets continued through it until they reached a steep staircase. Each triplet was very tired after the long trek from the kitchen to the stairs, and if it hadn’t been for the danger they would have waited until they had had some sleep.
Seeing as there was no other way out of the mansion without walking back to the ghost, they all traipsed up the stairs and found themselves in a wonderful place. The trees glittered in the moonlight and the whole forest was aglow. The blue eyes of the triplets sparkled with fascination. “How could such a magical place exist so close to a ghost house?” they wondered. Looking at their surroundings, the triplets agreed this would be a suitable place to stay the night.
When morning arrived, the triplets glanced again at what was thought to be a glorious place in the night. It had become a nightmare. The trees were dark and mangled and an evil darkness shrouded the forest. The triplets were now wary to have spent the night here. Running as fast as they could, the group of siblings tore through trees and bushes, ripping their clothes and staining them with mud.
Only Luxa thought it was strange that there was mud here, getting soupier by the minute. However, she stayed quiet until she saw why there was mud everywhere. They had reached the lake their mother always threatened to throw them into. Goblin Lake, as the kids referred to it as, was right in their path of escape. Turning around so as not to get eaten by goblins ––– an even worse fate then death by ghost ––– the kids headed back the way they had come until the mud was much thicker and there was less of it.
Wondering what to do next, Luxa plopped down on a giant moss-covered rock. Soon after, her brothers followed suit and they all sat thinking for a while. Suddenly, Rustle jumped up shouting “I’ve got it! I’ve got it!” “Okay, so we know how to get to the mansion. If we retrace our steps until we can see the mansion through the trees, we can head in the direction of the road. Once we get there, I can get us home.”
No one doubted Rustle’s plan because he had photographic memory. There was no doubt that he had watched the scenery instead of playing video games like Draco. He would have remembered every leaf and twig and exactly where they were placed.
Following Rustle, Luxa and Draco trudged along towards the mansion that had caused all their problems. Once it was in sight, Rustle turned ninety degrees to his left and headed for the road. It only took the triplets about a half-hour to cover the ground from the forest to the road, but they had gone without food since around five o’clock the previous day. They were starting to get very hungry and, though no one complained, it was obvious that they needed nourishment.
When they reached the road, they noticed that everyone was at home with shutters closed and doors bolted. Tired, sore and hungry, the triplets slowly moved along the road. Rustle was leading the way, followed by Draco and then Luxa. She had insisted on staying behind both of them so she could watch for any signs of trouble. Warily, they traveled home and away from the frightening structure that housed a killer’s ghost.
It was starting to get cold and nippy when they came upon a warm, welcoming house in the dark neighborhood. They had been walking all morning and were glad to see a nice place in the middle of nowhere. Seeing the children outside, a nice woman opened the door and welcomed them in for a bite to eat.

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[Banana_girl]

best story wish i could write like u

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

there may be a sequel later, but right no wi'm working on a sci/fi and a diary of sorts. both are here if ou want to take a look.

[Banana_girl]

thnx when my stores done i will show it to u if u want?

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

sure

I will be working on a sequel to this story shortly. Please leave a comment when you have finished reading this story.

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Oh, wow! That was awesome!!!

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Oh, wow! That was awesome!!!

thanks. i'm glad you liked it

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Here Is the first paragraph of the sequel.

They were frantic. The parents were running around the house trying to figure out what to do. They could go back to the mansion and search for them, but that seemed hopeless. Surely the triplets would be out of there by now. It had been almost twelve hours since they had seen the triplets. Another twelve and they would call the police, but they would do nothing about three eleven-years-olds who had only been gone for twelve hours. Sometimes the police seemed stupid. Having to wait twenty-four hours to file a missing person's report was ridiculous.

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