(Someone may not understand some things because of details that
concern my main story. such as NOTE, Wheelers, stuff like that,
who Dorothy is in my story. shes more of a side character.)
Ding dong.
“Yes?” Asked a voice from behind the door.
“Yes, Miss Hawkins? I’m with the paranormal investigations
organization, NOTE, of the state. We got a call about strange things going on
around your home?” A man’s voice gently spoke.
The door opened with a click and a small older woman with bushy gray
hair stepped into his sight. “Please come in.” the woman said, as she held open
the door to make room.
The short man smiled with a bright gleam. He surprisingly looked normal
for someone whose into ghosts and stuff. But his smile was somehow weird to me.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Said the man, as he stepped into the doorway.
I was watching from the
kitchen of this house. The woman who answered the door for this person was my
grandma. After my mother died and my father ran off before I was even born, I
was sent to live with her. I was 5 then, and that was 5 years ago. My grandma
had always told me that my long curly, dark brown hair was just like my Moms.
That was why I always kept it down.
My grandmother had called these people
after a few odd things were happening around our home. My grandmother said things
would be one place, then move to another. She would hear clear voices in the
hall, and footsteps upstairs. But the biggest thing that sent my grandma into
calling these strangers was because of last night. Something crawled into her
bed and tried to kill her she says. She claims she saw nothing there. She felt
the feeling of fingers around her neck but she saw nothing. At first I thought
it might be a dream she had and mistook it for reality. But that same night, I
heard something too.
“So, Miss Hawkins, I would
like to ask you a couple of things before we begin the process.”
My grandma had invited him to
sit in the living room. They sat across the coffee table from each other. I
still listened from the other side of the kitchen door.
The short man reached into his big black bag and pulled out an ordinary
notebook. He clicked his pin and prepared to write. After he jotted down a
couple of things, he looked to my grandmother.
She looked at him with a quite look. “Something is in this house sir.
And I’m sure you know it.”
The man looked surprised. He must have thought she was crazy or
something. Who wouldn’t? He stared at my grandmother for a while, then he
closed his notebook and put his stuff back into his bag.
“Ma’am, I am from an organization called NOTE. You may have already
known that however.” The man smiled as he reached back into his bag. He pulled
out a small device that was blinking red. It looked like a tiny bug.
“This is a listening device. Lately there have been ‘traitors’, per
say, within our group. Strange things happening to our customers, things like
that. So, our boss has been keeping an ear open for strange behavior.”
I opened the door of the kitchen with a slight rush, “Why are you
telling her that?” I hadn’t shown myself to him yet, so I was surprised to see
him smile at me as though I had been there the whole time.
“Well missy, if I myself truly want to gain her trust, I needed to let
her know she’s being heard from my people, and they will rush here if anything
were to happen.” The small man placed the small blinking bug on the coffee
table and gave me a wink.
“Now then, would you like to join in on story time?” The man asked me
with a bright, weird smile. I felt something strange with this man, but I
wanted to know what was happening. I made my way to my grandmother’s side and
sat beside her chair on the floor.
“My granddaughter doesn’t need to hear these things.” Said my
grandmother to the man. She seemed very nerves, I could tell because her hands
were shaking.
“Miss Hawkins, with all due respect, your granddaughter is a part of
everything as well. She may have seen or heard something very important. Would
it be alright if she listened and shared with us?” The man was firm but calm
with his voice, as he talked my grandmother into letting me stay.
My grandma took a deep breath and nodded her head. The man smiled and
nodded along with her.
“Alright, now, little miss, what is your name?”
“Dorothy. My name is Dorothy Wrights.” I
looked into the man’s eyes as he smiled at me.
“OK, Miss Dorothy, tell me some things that have happened to you
recently in this house.”
“I haven’t experience anything.” I told the man.
He seemed surprised. Which, I guess I understand that. But even if I
explained everything I thought I had seen or heard, he would only think I was
crazy. Just like everyone elts.
“Miss Dorothy, are you sure you haven’t seen or heard anything strange
while living here?” The man calmly asked me again. He must think grandma is
crazy. If I say anything he might think I’m crazy too.
“I’m sure.” I answered.
The man took a deep breath and looked disappointed. He grabbed the
little bug like device off of the table and placed it back in his bag. “That’s
fine. I’m glad that you haven’t heard anything. It can get very scary. I
wouldn’t want you to experience that.” The man pulled out his notepad and wrote
on it quickly, then placed it on the table in front of us. “Sense this is the
case, it’s possible that you, Miss Hawkins, are possessed.”
My grandma’s eyes widened and she began to shake a lot more than
before. Possessed? Did he say she was possessed because I said I hadn’t seen
anything? What would happen to her now?
“I want to bring over my team members who can easily tell these things.
We can be back here as early in the morning as you like, ma’am.” The man packed
up his stuff and stood up from his chair.
“Wait, you’re not going to just leave me here another night are you?!”
My grandma leapt from her seat and reached over the coffee table in front of
her, grabbing the man by the sleeve. “What if it attacks me again?!” My
grandma’s eyes began to tear up as her shaking intensified.
The man looked at my grandma with a surprising calmer look on his face.
He then sat his bag on the coffee table and laid one hand on my grandma’s
shoulder and the other on her arm, which was still clinging to him.
“Don’t worry ma’am. It won’t attack you tonight.” The man smiled down
at her as her shaking calmed down a little. She let go of his arm as he picked
up his bag and headed for the door.
My grandma stood still and silently. Her eyes were stuck in a gaze and
her shaking had finally stopped completely. I followed the man over to the door
and watched him open it to leave. He turned around and looked at me with a
smile. “Thank you, Miss Dorothy, for your statement. I will be back in the
morning for the final stages.” The man then stepped out of the door, and closed
it silently behind him.
That night, just as the
man had said, nothing happened to my grandmother. She slept better than I had
seen her sleep in a long time. I’m not sure why but she seemed to trust that
man a lot.
The next morning at exactly 6:30 a.m. the man returned, bringing along
3 others with him. 2 men and a woman. The woman was tall and thin with short
red hair that was cut like a boy’s, but had a girlish twist to it. She wore
long black boots with short black shorts. Everything she had on was black
except for her bright purple ear rings and bracelets.
One of the men was small looking with short brown hair and big dimples
in his cheeks. He wore long black boots as well, but he had long black pants
that went over them. He looked pretty young. Maybe even a teenager was what I
thought that first.
The 3rd person was a big dark skinned man with a shaved hair
cut. He was taller than the woman and probably two times her width. He had long
black boots as well just like the other two, but he wore longer knee length
shorts. Unlike the shorter man.
The three strangers looked like dark super heroes from afar. I had
never seen anyone like them. It gave me a thrill deep within me. I began to
quiver with excitement.
“Good morning Miss
Hawkins. I have returned just like I said. How was your night? Anymore
problems?” The man who had visited us yesterday smiled big at my grandmother
who stood in the doorway.
“No sir, thank you, I slept wonderfully thanks to you.” My grandma
smiled at the man and nodded her head slowly. Her bushy gray hair bounced
around as she moved. I stood beside her in the doorway, holding onto her pink
and blue gown she had made herself. My eyes looking over the people in front of
us with caution.
The man looked down at me and smiled his weird looking smile. “And good
morning to you, too, Miss Dorothy.”
I kept myself from smiling back. I still couldn’t trust him for a
strange reason. I was better off not speaking much to him.
“Now now, why don’t you all come in.” My grandma said, as she moved
away from the doorway, opening a path for the strangers.
“Thank you very much.” Said the red headed woman, who was standing
behind the man. Her voice was gentle and a lot softer than I would have
thought.
The 4 people came inside, walked into the kitchen and laid their things
on the counter. The three people in black all looked around the kitchen. They
were acting like it was some kind of museum.
“Miss Hawkins,” said the man, who again smiled at her with his odd
smile. “These are my teammates. The woman here is Anna, the short one there is
Brick.”
Brick made a face at the man after the word short. I guess that wasn’t something he favored being called.
“And the big one here is Davon.”
Davon nodded and lowered his head. He was a big guy but he seemed to be
soft on the inside.
“Oh goodness, it’s nice to meet all of you.” My grandmother reached out
her hand and shook each one of theirs. She was a whole lot more cheerful today.
The man pulled out a chair from our table and sat down. The kitchen was
small so everything was mainly in one close area.
“So, let’s get right to the point.” The room became silent and all eyes
went to him. “Davon, can you tell us a little about what you’re feeling right
now?”
Feeling right now? Does it matter what he’s feeling? Aren’t they
supposed to be searching for ghosts and stuff? Davon closed his eyes and took a
deep breath. He stood in silence for a moment as he breathed. After a while, he
opened his eyes again. “I can say there is something in this house. The
strongest area is in a room upstairs.” Davon turned to my grandmother, “And
don’t worry Ma’am, there is nothing possessing you.”
My grandmother became instantly relieved. “Thank goodness!” She reached
out her hand and touched his arm. Davon smiled down at her, then looked over at
the man and nodded. The man smiled and stood up from his chair. “Alright then,
Miss Hawkins, you and your granddaughter will need to step out of the house for
a moment. Just, stay in the neighborhood and return in about 25 minutes. Ok?”
The man walked us to the door and led us outside. “Thank you for your
corporation. This will all be over soon.” He then stepped back inside and
closed the door.
It had been 15 minutes
sense we had been outside. My grandma had gotten the mail and the two of us had
walked around the house twice. We sat down on the steps in front of the door
and waited a little while. My grandmother sighed and stood up. “Dorothy dear, I
think I’ll go visit Mrs. Ginger next door real quick. She has one of my special
plates anyways. I should be back before they come out, ok?” She headed over
towards the street and began down the road. Before she disappeared around the
few trees and bushes, she turned and waved to me. I waved back and watched her bushy
gray hair vanish behind the bushes.
5 minutes later I heard
something break from inside the house. It was very loud and seemed to be coming
from upstairs. I jumped up from sitting on the steps and grabbed the doorknob.
It was locked! Why? I thought I had checked it after he closed it behind us! I
started knocking and knocking. I thought that even if I shouted they might
respond. But no one came. Just then, I heard another crash. It almost felt like
it shook the whole house. Along with the crash there was a scream! I couldn’t
take it anymore! I just had to get into this house! I knew of a way in. the
window in the basement was always left open! I could go through there. I took
off around the house, found the basement window, slipped through and landed on
a table below it. From there I ran up the tiny steps and popped out where the
basement door was. Luckily it was unlocked. I was in the hallway by the
kitchen, under the stairs. Just as I peeked out, another crash came from
upstairs. I jolted out of the door and took off up the stairs. The hallway
upstairs was short but for the first time it felt miles long. I searched every
room until I came to the last one. My grandmother’s room. The door was closed
and everything was muffled. I could hear talking and crashes, but didn’t
understand any of it. The only sound I could hear clearly was the beating of my
heart. I tip toed over closer to the door. My hand reached over and grabbed the
doorknob. I slowly turned it and gave it a tiny push. I can say now, it might
have been the biggest mistake of my life. As the door opened just enough for me
to see through, I saw everything. I saw Anna, jumping around the room swinging
her weapon this way and that. I saw Brick, twisting around in circles, creating
bright flashes of light around him. I saw Davon and the man with the smile
crouched in a corner with blood all around them. It wasn’t Davon’s, so it must
have been the man’s!
I opened the door wider and wider, until it was completely open. My
eyes widened and I saw the room. The walls had been completely knocked away!
The bed must have gone with them too. Everything was blowing everywhere and the
air was so thick. I felt it all surround me at once. It was overwhelming. I
fell to the ground, hitting my knees pretty hard. I looked up once again. I saw
what seemed to be thousands of dark shadows. Is that what they fight? Are those
the ghosts? I couldn’t think of much more it could be. The room was extremely
loud now. I couldn’t understand how I hadn’t been hearing all of this. I could
feel my mind blacking out. Everything was getting darker. I could hear a loud
buzzing in my ear and my breathing felt heavy. Before I knew it I had hit the
floor, laying flat on the side of my face. I saw the man covered in blood. Our
eyes met and his face instantly turned to shock. I could see him jolt up from
the corner and start heading towards me. He instantly hit the ground and fell
to his face. Davon lifted him up. I could tell the two of them were shouting
but I couldn’t hear anyone. I remember the last thing I saw the most. A
creature with a human shaped body. A long pink and blue gown that was ripped
and torn and bushy gray hair. Its face turned to me. In that moment, I saw
nothing but a monster.
I don’t know how long I
was asleep, or if what I had seen was real or not. But I woke up in a hospital
bed, staring up at the off-white colored ceiling. My eyes slowly searched the
room around me. It was small and had a TV which was turned on. The wallpaper
was ugly, and the window was cracked open. What was I doing there? How did I
end up in this place? My face felt tight and my arms felt numb. The only thing
I could hear was the television. I looked down and saw a needle in my arm. I
reached up to touch my face, only to hit a large plastic thing stuck to it. It
was pumping me air that felt cold. I noticed beside me a tray of food. It
hadn’t been eaten yet. I wonder if it was for me.
Just then, a person came through the doorway. I recognized him right
away. It was the man with the weird smile! The one I had seen covered
in…covered in, what?
“Oh! Dorothy!” The man’s face lit up. He ran to my side and touched my
hand. “Dorothy? How are you feeling? Can you hear me ok? Can you see me?
Dorothy?”
I yanked my hand away from his. “I’m fine!”
The man let out a sigh of obvious relief. He sat down on a stool that was beside the
bed. “I’m so glad you’re ok.” He seemed extremely genuine when he spoke now.
“What…happened?” I looked him deep in the eyes as his face became a lot
paler all of a sudden.
“You…saw a lot of things. I know you must be shocked.” He looked away
from me and down at his feet. He had scratches and bruises all over him. “I…have
to tell you something, Dorothy.”
I felt my heart sink for some strange reason. Maybe I already knew what
he was going to say.
“Dorothy, your grandmother…she…is dead.” He looked me in the eyes again.
His face was very sorry. I could somehow just tell.
“She…died before I met you.”
What? How? I couldn’t understand him. What did he mean? Died before we
met? That’s impossible! My grandmother was there! She was with me!
“Listen, the Miss Hawkins I met was not the real one. She was a
monster.” The man took another deep breath and stood up from his stool. “She
was being controlled by a demon, much stronger than I thought at the beginning.
That’s how I wasn’t able to notice her being a fake.” He looked away from me
again. He must be regretting some things.
“So how was she a fake? She took care of me like always! She smiled at
me like she always did! How was she a monster!?” My voice began to rise louder
and louder. I could feel my eyes beginning to water. I felt too confused to
truly be sad. What the heck was going on?
“I know you are very confused right now. And I understand. The monster
was in the true body of your grandmother. She had died while you were away, I
assume. It was a quick heart a tack.” The man looked away from me again. “I
assume the demon found her quickly and took control of her soul. Turning her
into a monster.”
Heart a tack? Demon? How would I never know this? She seemed fine to me
until all the strange things began to happen around her. I suppose all that
wasn’t her though. It was a monster?
“Why did she call you then? If she was a monster, wouldn’t that mean
she was trying to ketch herself?”
The man shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe the demon was bored. Maybe
he wanted to test some of his powers out. Most demons can’t cover their
monsters presents, but this one could. Maybe…that was what it was testing.
Davon felt something small though. So it was revealed I guess.” He walked over
to the TV that sat up on a high shelf and turned it off.
“Did you kill it?”
The man froze. I could only see his back, but I could tell he was
nerves. “Yes. We killed it.”
“Where is the body?”
The man turned around and looked at me. “It’s gone.”
“Her soul, was it set free?” I truly needed to know. I felt like my
whole world would be forever torn apart if I wasn’t able to know.
The man’s face calmed down and loosened its tension. “Yes. She was set
free.”
From those words my tears were sparked and they came pouring down my
face. The tears slipped through the gas mask on my face as I let out my cries.
It was sadness. Lots of sadness. But it was also relief. I felt at peace
knowing she was free. Somehow, it made it all better.
I fell asleep after crying for
what felt like hours. The IV was taken out of my arm and the air breather was
taken off my face. I slept peacefully, and silently.
The man slept by my side throughout the night. He had fallen asleep
while watching over me. I don’t think it was guilt that had him there beside
me. I think that, along the way, a much stronger force had put us together.
Ring, Ring.
“Hello?” Dorothy picked up her cell phone as she dug through her bag
trying to find her keys to the base training facility building. “Ah, found
them.” Dorothy unlocked the doors and pushed them open. “Oh no, it’s nothing.
So, what were you saying, old man?”
“I was asking why it is that you having had the weekly report given to
me yet!” The old man spoke through the phone from the base house. He sat back
in his chair and spun around to his desk, searching once again for the report.
“I told you before, didn’t I? I had to add something to it last night
so ill get it to you this afternoon!” Dorothy rolled her eyes as she strolled
through the hallway of the base training facility.
“Dorothy, I understand that you sometimes feel like you can get away
with things, but don’t get loose about to much!”
Dorothy held the phone away from her ear and rolled her eyes once
again. “Right right, I got it, old man.” She added; as she slipped the key into
the door of room one.
The old man sighed and switched the phone to his other ear. “Alright,
just this once. And why do you still call me that? I told you a million times
its ok to call me Dad!”
Dorothy let out a giggle as she switched on the lights. “Yea yea, I
know.” Dorothy continued down the long hallway towards room two. It became
silent on the phone between them. Dorothy stopped in her tracks as she checked
to see if he was still there. “Old man?”
“Dorothy, I have always thought of you as my daughter.”
Dorothy smiled and continued down the hall. “I had a dream last night.”
She paused as she tossed her keys up into the air and catching them as they
came down. “It was more of a memory, though.” Dorothy reached room two and
slipped the keys in to open the door.
“What memory?” The old man asked as he chuckled under his breath.
“The memory of when I met you.”
It became silent between them for a moment, as Dorothy opened the door
to room two and reached for the light switch. She stopped before she turned it
on, and lowered her hand. “I have always thought of you as my Dad.”
It was silent once again, and there was a glow on both of their faces.
Neither could see the other, but they both just knew.
“I have to go now, Dorothy.” The old man said through the phone.
Dorothy sighed, “Alright, me too. I’ll have that report to you this
afternoon. Maybe we could grab lunch, too.”
“Yes, I would like that.” The old man smiled and switched the phone
over to his other ear. “I love you.”
Dorothy smiled and couldn’t help but remember her dream from last
night. She felt as though she had gone back in time, and recalled everything he
had done for her. Everything that happened those few days brought them
together. She recalled the moment her grandmothers front doors were open, and
the short man with the weird smile appeared. The moment in the hospital when
his cold pale hands grabbed hers with joy, asking over and over if she was ok.
Most of all, she remembered his offer. The offer he asked that night after she
awoke, after crying herself to sleep.
“Would you be my family?”
Dorothy leaned into the phone,
pressing her cheek as close as she could. “I love you too, Daddy.”
This is Dorothy Wright’s story. She is like the main trainer at the
base training facilities. This is the story of when her life was introduced to
NOTE. As you find out, the Old man is her adopted father.
I didn’t have this in mind before writing this actually, it just
happened. But I really like it. So im totally going with it! I want to add this
into the book MAYBE. But there are a lot of people who will have back stories,
so maybe all non important back stories will be separate? Idk.
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