Seeing is Believing

Seeing is Believing is a spooky story written by a member of this website called iwasdeadbeforeidied13. It’s about a weird kid named Jordan who was able to see things others couldn’t when he was a child.

There were four of them that day, all sitting cross-legged on the floor. Jack, Claude, Adam and Jordan. Jack, the oldest and the leader of the group, took another swig of coke. Claude, the big, strong one, took another bite out of his chocolate bar. Adam, the youngest and smallest, sat there playing his video games. Jordan, the strange, quiet one… well, they couldn’t quite tell what he was doing.

He seemed to be staring at the floor and muttering under his breath, his eyes glazed over. Talking to himself wasn’t unusual for Jordan. But he normally stared at a wall, his eyes unfocused.

“Hey Jo, what’s up?” asked Claude.

“I’m seeing things again,” Jordan replied.

The others looked at each other. They had grown used to his strange behavior, but there were times they had to ask.

“What are you seeing?” Adam asked putting down his game.

“It’s a long story.”

“It’s a long night,” said Claude. “Come on Jordan we’re all bored so you might as well tell us.”

Jordan leaned back. “Ok I’ll tell you,” he replied. “But don’t blame me if you don’t sleep tonight. Don’t blame me if you never look at me the same way.”

The other three leaned forward interested in what he had to say.

“When I was a child,” he said, “I was always seeing things. Nobody ever believed me. My parents moved to a new place. It was a 5th floor apartment. A good size for a family like ours. My sister Louise had only just been born and I was just starting school. At first my parents were reluctant to move into an apartment so high up. What if I fell out the window? But they had no choice. Their old apartment was too small and too far from dad’s new job.”

“At first everything was fine. I went to school and played in my room. Once or twice a week, Dad took me down to the park and we kicked a ball around. I even made a couple of friends. They lived in the apartment building. My parents pretended to see them too, but I heard them talking one night. They were discussing my ‘Imaginary friends.’ But to me they were as real as anyone.”

“There were three of them. Anna, Mary and Ben. Anna was quiet and shy. She was nice. Mary and Ben were bossy and boisterous. But I still liked playing with them. My parents paid little attention to me. Being so busy juggling work and caring for a new baby. At first it didn’t bother me but I could tell something was bothering Mary.”

“What’s wrong?” I asked her one day.

“Your parents don’t love you anymore.” she replied sadly.

“Don’t be silly of course they do.”

“Then why do they spend all their time with Louise and working.” asked Mary.

I couldn’t answer that.

“Face it Jordan. I’m older then you. I know what I’m talking about. You have to get rid of her.”

I was too young to know any better so I agreed. That night, my mum was sleeping on the sofa. My little sister was in her cot beside her. I picked up a blanket that was lying on the ground and pressed it over the baby’s mouth and nose. I could feel her weakening in my grasp when, all of a sudden, there was a horrified scream and mum yanked me off her.

“What the hell are you doing?!” She screamed.

“Mary told me you didn’t love me. She told me I had to get rid of her.”

Mum pulled me close to her chest and hugged me tight.

“Oh Jordan,” she moaned. “Of course I love you. But you shouldn’t hurt your sister. I’m sorry I’ve not been paying you much attention but you’re a big boy now. And Louise is only a baby. She needs more care.”

She picked me up, carried me into the bathroom and ran a bath for me. Then she went to pick up Louise then came back and sat beside the bath, rocking my sister with one arm and splashing me with the other. After that, she put Louise in her cot, and put me to bed.

I didn’t speak to Mary or Ben after that, though I kept playing with Anna. My parents didn’t seem to mind too much. But there was someone else in the house. Another one of my “friends”. I never liked her. She was older than the others. She said her name, was Lucy. There were many nights when I woke up to see Lucy standing at the window, whispering to me.

“Jump out the window Jordan,” she would hiss. “It’ll be OK. Go on jump.”
I’d scream and my parents would come running. I’d tell them about Lucy but they’d just say it was a nightmare. I knew better. She started appearing everywhere. I didn’t like it. There was something wrong with her. Was it her strange, old clothes, or her desperate, hungry eyes? Either way she creeped me out.

Before I’d stopped playing with her Mary had taught me a song. I often sang it to myself.

Who is the girl in white, the girl in white?
Who is the girl in white? Tra la la la.
Who is the girl in red, the girl in red?
Who is the girl in red? Tra la la la.
Who is the girl in grey, the girl in grey?
Who is the girl in grey? Tra la la la.
Who is the girl in black, the girl in black?
Who is the girl in black? Tra la la la.

“My parents were disturbed by how often I sang that. Sometimes it’d go on in a loop. On and on and on and on. Never stopping. All day. Mary kept pestering me to play with her. Never letting up. I didn’t like it. She screamed in my ear. She threatened me. Pushed me and pulled my hair. She broke things and I got the blame. My parents were getting more and more concerned. But they wouldn’t listen to the reasons I gave them. They took me to a psychiatrist but there was nothing they could do. They couldn’t do anything until they accepted the truth.”

“It had been a year when it happened. I had been acting strangely for a while. But that night was the final straw. I had been fast asleep in my bed when I woke up feeling strange. It was like I was under water. Everything sounded so distant. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t need to. It felt peaceful. But I knew something was wrong. I fought against it only to be met with a searing pain. I screamed only to find I was silent. I could feel my feet move, but I couldn’t see where I was going. I was trapped in the back of my own body and mind. I fought against whatever it was only to be met with more pain. Suddenly my mind became clear and I found I was falling 5 floors down. The ground raced towards me, then pain, then nothing.”

“When I came around I was lying in hospital. My neck, back and legs were broken but I was still alive. My parents told me they’d moved out of the apartment. Much later, when I was older, they told me why they left. They had looked into the history of the apartment and had found out something disturbing.”

“It had been the scene of a series of vicious murders. A lady by the name of Lucy had desperately wanted a son. She tried and tried to have a baby boy, but to no avail. Whenever she gave birth to a little girl, she’d kill the baby. Then one day she came across a young orphan boy who was homeless and living on the street. His name was Benjamin.”

“She took him in and cared for him like he was her own son. If that had been the whole story it would have ended happily, but sadly Ben became gravely ill when he was 12 years old and passed away. Driven insane by grief Lucy jumped out the window and fell to her death. It was the same window I had fallen out of. That was the day everything fell into place. I can see ghosts. I can communicate with the dead…”

The room had fallen silent. All three of the boys were staring at him.

“Uh Jo.” Adam began nervously. “Where did Anna and Mary come from?”

Jordan grinned and started singing.

“Who is the girl in white, the girl in white?
Who is the girl in white? Tra la la la.

Who is the girl in red, the girl in red?
Who is the girl in red? Tra la la la.

Who is the girl in grey, the girl in grey?
Who is the girl in grey? Tra la la la.

Who is the girl in black, the girl in black?
Who is the girl in black? Tra la la la.

Mary is the girl in white, And also the girl in red.
White were the clothes she wore and red was the blood she shed.

Anna is the girl in grey, who long ago passed away.
Lucy is the girl in black, her children will never come back.

Lucy killed Anna, then took her knife,
Slit Mary’s throat and took her life.
Now in the apartment where they used to play,
These three girls are here to stay.

That’s my story and I swear it’s true,
Now I’ve shared my tale with you.
It’s the honest truth, so now you know,
And because you do, you have to go.”

His three friends watched in horror as Jordan pulled something metallic out of his pocket. The sharp blade gleamed in the moonlight… Soon, the apartment was awash with crimson blood.