Legacy of Lies by Netta Newbound

Author:Netta Newbound
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Haunted houses, scary story, ghostly happening, haunting, spooky, spirits, hauntedhouses, mystery, thriller, scary, supernatural, suspense, horror, ghosts, haunts, historic, eerie, vision, presence, the other side, dead people, speak to the dead, haunted ghost
Publisher: Netta Newbound
Published: 2021-12-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

The builders were back at it by the time I returned to the house. I busied myself cleaning for the rest of the afternoon. I placed Mum’s clean laundry on her bed, turned sharply, stubbing my toe on one of the photograph cartons from the storage locker. Flying forwards, I landed in a heap on the carpet. “Bloody hell, Mum!” I groaned, rubbing my throbbing toe.

Once I was able to walk again, I picked up the box and moved the occasional chair over to the built-in wardrobe. Climbing up, I shoved the box on top, surprised to hear a clunk as I pushed the box against the wall.

Puzzled, I shifted the box to the side and, standing on tiptoes, I stretched my arm as far as I could. My fingers glanced against something smooth and hard, but I couldn’t find anything to get a grip of. Bending down, I grabbed a coat hanger from the wardrobe. I tried once more to free whatever it was up there, and finally I heard the scrape of something hard and heavy moving towards me. Reaching up again, I was able to grab hold of the hard, square object and pull it down. I gasped as I instantly recognised my mother’s old music box. It was made from walnut with a floral design inlaid into the top. I opened the lid and was astounded when my ears were filled with Rock of Ages.

I stepped down off the chair and glanced inside, not expecting to see anything. To my surprise, I found a thick gold band. Picking it up, I tried it on my fingers but it was much too big for any of them. The music stopped and the atmosphere suddenly stilled—dust motes hung in the air, motionless. Then I heard the strange rustling sound I now associated with my grandmother’s ghostly visits. I froze, too terrified to look up, but I had to. I spun around and was startled by how close she stood to me. I dropped the box.

Grandmother was dressed as before, however this time her face was twisted in rage.

Stumbling backwards, I soon hit the far wall. But for every backward step I took, she stepped forward, pointing her finger at me angrily.

I slid down the wall shielding my head. A loud bang and the sound of running footsteps caused me to cower even further. Whimpering uncontrollably, I was surprised and confused by a cry of delight. I forced myself to peep through my fingers.

My grandmother was bent over the music box on the carpet.

“You okay, Hilda?” a man’s voice said, confusing me all the more.

Dropping my guard, I looked over to the doorway. It was Neil. He approached me, his arms outstretched, and his eyebrows furrowed.

I couldn’t compute. How the hell was Neil in the same room as my grandmother, and yet he didn’t think it was odd?

“Hilda. What’s happened?” he said.

“Look–look,” I said, pointing at my grandmother.

“What is it? A music box?”

“My music box,” my grandmother said. But it wasn’t my grandmother’s voice.

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