Awaken Spirit (A digital Short) Read Free

my robe and Jim helped me down the hallway. I quickly realized I could not go any further. This baby pressed down on me with a vicious urgency. It would not wait. I felt the fear return.
     
    Laying me on my back gently on the carpet, he placed a pillow under my head and called 911. After the third push, I blacked out for a moment. I woke moments later to the sweet sound of my precious new baby girl. In my weakened state, I barely registered the events as they unfolded, until the cold florescent lights of the hospital foyer lit my baby in different light. I realized I had barely taken my eyes off her.
     
    My doctor worked on call at the hospital and by luck happened to be on duty when we arrived. After examining us, he gave us a clean bill of health. All the other crazy experiences drifted away into the dark recesses of our subconscious, to be forgotten… for a while at least...
     
    Katie could not believe she had a new baby sister. She just kept stroking her tiny hands and kissing her cheek. Our friends from the city came in dribs and drabs bringing gifts for all of us. It seemed the phone would never stop ringing. One of the calls came as quite a surprise. James Masterson, the prior owner of our new home wanted to come by and congratulate us. We had only spoken a few times during the process of acquiring the house. He insisted he did not want to intrude, but would love to visit. We told him he was more than welcome. After all, this house had been in his family for years.
     
    He arrived, as the winds changed, and the rain clattered down. We supplied him with his choice of beverage, and tried to make him feel as welcome as possible. With black coffee in hand, he told us how he had been compelled to explain a little bit about the history of our home.
     
    “What I’m about to tell you may upset you; I haven’t been completely honest with the both of you, regarding the history of this house. My great, great grandfather built this house with his own hands back in the 1800s. He and my great, great grandmother, Elizabeth Masterson met when they were just children. They farmed this land together and raised a rather large family, seven children to be exact. Then, late in life, Elizabeth became unexpectedly pregnant again. Fragile and weak the pregnancy almost took her life.” Taking a moment, he wiped away the tears and continued to explain. “On Nov 15 th 1892 Laura Elizabeth Masterson came into this world, exactly a hundred year’s ago today.”
    “Would you like to take a moment Mr. Masterson, we can see that you’re visibly upset? “No mam, I just wish I’d been honest with you folks from the beginning.” James and I could not have been prepared for what we were about to learn.
    Collecting his thoughts, taking a deep breath, exhaling, he continued, “The records show that when Laura was about five years old, she and her mother were playing hide and seek when fun turned into tragedy. It appeared that Laura, trying to hide from her mother, climbed the old oak tree. Laura, not realizing the tree limb was weak, fell when it cracked, sending her to her death.” Sure, of the answer, fighting back the tears I asked Mr. Masterson, “Where exactly was this precious child buried?” Nervous, he began tapping one foot against the floor. “Out back, on your farm, mam. However, a year later a great flood washed away and destroyed any sign of her grave. Up until you folks, every renter I had complained of hearing strange noises, seeing apparitions. I myself don’t believe in such things, but like I said, I felt compelled to inform you. If you’re both uncomfortable with the situation, I will gladly let you out of your contract, refund your money.”
     
    After a long period of silence and wiping away the tears, we declined. This is where most people would think we were crazy . Why would anybody want to live in a house they thought to be haunted,especially when they had witnessed strange events themselves? It was all