The Dark Specter from The Devil's Playground

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Chapter 2

At two in the morning I woke up in a cold sweat just in time to see a shadowy figure float in through one wall of my bedroom and out the other. Every follicle of hair instantly stood up on my body, as an electrical current crept up my spine. I wanted to scream out in fear, but the words simply would not form.

I was too freaked out to speak let alone go back to sleep, so I just sat there in my dark bedroom staring at the wall, hoping that whatever had just crossed through my room wouldn’t decide to cross back again.

My dog began barking loudly outside. I was still too scared to move, but I had to see what was driving him crazy. Slowly, I got up from my bed, headed into the hallway, and looked out the window—and saw many eyes surrounding my dog.

I turned to run back to my room, but right in front of me stood a man. I blinked a few times before it really sank in that there was really someone there. The man was transparent. I screamed. Sadly, my parents are heavy sleepers. They didn’t hear me scream as chills ran up my spine. The transparent man pointed up at the sky, before he vanished. I stood there frozen not sure if what I just saw was real.

“This place is haunted; I can’t deal with this again. Why can’t we move to places that aren’t haunted?” I sighed as I slid down to the ground, clutched my knees, and began to cry.

“Ooph!” my dad said, as he stumbled from his bedroom.

“Dad?” I asked, wondering if it was him or if my mind was playing tricks on me.

“Harper? Why are you awake? Where are you? What’s wrong?” my dad frantically asked as he shuffled through the dark kitchen.

“I saw a ghost. It went through my room. Then the dog. So many eyes. Then a man. Dad I’m scared,” I said through rapid sobs, as my dad knelt beside me in the hallway.

“It’s ok, Honey.” My dad wrapped his arms around me and patted my messy bed-head. My dad was one to always try and calm you down, rather than pry into the problem.

“Why are you up, Dad?” I asked as I looked up to see that he looked to be just as scared as I was.

“I had a bad dream. I thought you were in the room, trying to wake your mother and me up. I woke up to you standing there,” he shivered as he mentioned what he had previously seen.

“I haven’t been in your room.” I asked completely puzzled at how my dad could see me, but yet I wasn’t even there.

“I know. There’s no way you would’ve moved that fast. Nor would you say the outside lights and nightlights weren’t needed.” I looked even more lost as the pit of my stomach began to churn and I began to feel sick.

“I’m afraid of the dark, so if anything, I’d say we needed more lights.” I gulped as it sank in that a ghost had mimicked me.

“I know.” My dad hugged me tighter as I grew pale.

“So whatever is here can manifest to look like a person that is in the house?” I whispered, as if not saying it loudly would mean that it wasn’t happening.

“Pretty much, and can sound exactly like who it manifests into.” I envied that my dad could make the scariest of situations seem like nothing was going on. I just wanted to curl into a ball while he pretended it was all going to be ok.

“That’s scary. But it’ll be ok.” I tried to act like a big girl and not act scared—I guess it worked.

“I know. Get some sleep though. You need your sleep.” My dad stood up and pulled me to my feet, giving me a reassuring smile that everything was going to be ok.

“K, Dad. I’ll try to sleep.” I went back to my room. I knew sleep wouldn’t come, but my dad needed his.

I sat on my bed and pondered what just happened. I wanted to know what was going on and really wanted to know if this place really was the Devil’s Playground.

Yawning, I pulled my laptop back out. Maybe I could research the neighborhood. I wasn’t sure I would find anything, but after a few minutes something popped up.

“So the family lake place has had several deaths since its opening. That explains the feeling I had driving past the place. But doesn’t explain this place. Ugh!” I shouted as I hit my head on the wall. “Ok, ok. Harper, get it together. Don’t let this place drive you insane. You’ve been through this before… Oh gosh I’m nuts, referring to myself in the third person.”

Sighing I laid down and stared at the ceiling. Amazingly, I drifted off into a deep sleep.

I tossed my pillow over my head as the sun shone through my window. I hadn’t gotten enough sleep and really didn’t want to get up, so I just lay in bed. I jumped up quickly when I heard the landlord’s voice. Silently climbing out bed I walked to my door and listened to the conversation.

“Our daughter heard something that now has her freaked out. We demand to know what happened in this neighborhood and if it is haunted.” My dad said cutting right to the chase.

“Where did she hear such nonsense from?” The landlord asked. I couldn’t stand Doyle; something just wasn’t quite right with him.

“Doyle, you know very well what we are talking about. Aisling told our daughter that this place was the Devil’s Playground,” my mother hissed.

“Oh, that. Well people have seen things in this neighborhood. None of it has been confirmed, so it could very well be people thinking they see something.” Doyle’s voice was shaky, as if he was hiding something.

“Have you seen something, Doyle?” my mother asked.

“I’ve seen some things, but nothing to worry about.”

“Why were we not informed of this when we moved in?” I imagined my dad getting right in Doyle’s face as he spoke.

“Because I didn’t think it was important.”

“Well you thought wrong. This is very important. You were wrong for not telling us in the beginning. You can guarantee if things get worse, that we will be moving.” My mother said, it sounded as if she was clinching her teeth together.

“Ok, ok. Is there anything else you need to ask?”

“No,” I could hear my dad walking towards the door before the door squealed as it opened.

“Then you two enjoy the rest of your day.” I noticed a second set of footsteps, Doyle’s, shortly before the door squeaked shut.

“Morning mom and dad,” I said as I walked out of my bedroom.

“Morning sweetie,” my mom said with a smile as she walked up and gave me a hug.

“What was that all about?” I asked trying not to act like I was eavesdropping.

“This place is haunted perhaps by a witch’s curse,” my dad scratching his head as he tried to piece the puzzle together.

“Great,” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Don’t let it worry you, Hun. Everything will be alright. What do you plan on doing today?” My mother asked, acting like it wasn’t bothering her.

“I plan to do some research; I have a big school project due in a few days.” I lied, I was really going to research this place, but my mother would’ve objected to me digging around.

“Hop to it then,” my mother giggled as I humored her and hopped down the hallway back to my room.

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