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Haunted by The Past
Haunted by The Past
Haunted by The Past
The ocean looked endless as I got down on my knees, feeling the wet sand beneath me
crunch as the pace of my heart increased in volume and speed. My damp hair sprinkled
water on my face as I worried. My eyes wandered to the water, searching for Jack, my best
friend. My thoughts were whirling with all my emotions. What was I supposed to say to
Jack's family? What was going to happen to me? Would I go to jail? We were only kids. Jack
My engines growled as I drove into my parent's driveway. I could feel glances approaching
me and at my new Porsche. I stare at my mother's mansion that my dead father left to her.
The leafy vines were tangled around the stained, wine-red bricked walls. The intricate
marble designs on the white doorway greeted me with a welcome as I handed my coat and
"James, dear! How lovely to see you back again for your birthday!" said Mum, her eyes fixed
on her phone.
"Yes, Mum. I'm finally eighteen now! Do you have any presents for me?" I keenly said,
hoping to get a new boat this year, but I didn't think I would use it, not after three years
ago.
"Yes, James. Please be patient; your party's in the evening. I have to go shopping now; I'll be
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I sat in the living room, opened Instagram, and watched all my university friends having
yacht parties and events. I flinched as I heard a clunk from the front post. I went to the door
and saw a red letter arrive on the doorstep. I looked out through the windows, but no one
was there.
The smooth red letter had a sharp golden initial written " J.H.". I opened the envelope and
started shaking.
Come over to the beach house and have a drink, just like old times. -Jack
I glance back at the letter. Who could it be? No one was there when it happened except
him. It couldn't be him. He was dead. I opened the pasty green door and went out for a
walk.
The sun was setting; rain poured on top of me. I pulled my hood up to cover my face, getting
sweat and anger on the black wool. The darkness of the night started to engulf me until I
knew nothing of this world, and I began to float in my perplexing thoughts until I got back to
reality.
I needed to get some rest. I wrapped myself in a blanket and closed my eyes; I tried to sleep.
I couldn't. All I could do was think of Jack. I stayed like that all night, staring at the ceiling.
As soon as I was dressed, I drove to Jack's house to investigate. The place looked tall and
caliginous, the same as it had twenty years ago, wrapped with roots from the past. There
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were dry leaves everywhere, cobwebs consuming the whole place with dead organisms. As I
opened the mouldy black gate, I heard a cacophony of bats ringing and crows cawing.
The house seemed impaired, looking as if it would fall apart. I froze. In front of me, there
Memories I had forsaken for so many years suddenly flooded back, drowning me in misery
and returning to the fateful night when my life took a turn for the worst.
My head felt heavy, and my legs were cold. I felt the sand devouring my feet as I walked
towards the deep, blue sea. I laughed loudly like I didn't have a care in the world. The dark
clouds threw water at us. I looked at Jack's dark wet hair, and he smirked. We cheered with
alcohol in our hands. I felt my feet moving towards the water. Jack shouted to stop me. I
"No, Aiden, we're drunk! We cannot! It's simply too dangerous…there might be sharks in
I open my eyes, grasping for breath and progress to the front door.
The squeaky brown door opens. That was when I saw Jack.
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He looked different, with deep, red scars everywhere, and his paleness matched the
ambiance with the whole room. His hair had crumbs, and his shirt looked filthy. I walk into
the living room. Everything is gone except one cramped chair in the centre. The odour of
"We had wonderful times together! Remember that night, where I got these?" he replied as
he pointed at her face. He got a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me. His smile widens.
"Shut up, Aiden! Just shut up! I don't believe in traitors! You convinced my parents, this
whole town, that I'm dead! I hate you! I just hate you! You just left me there. It's not fair!
You ruined my life!" he exclaims, fire in his eyes, glaring at me with hatred. He had tears in
Police sirens rang as I felt relieved and saved, but who had called them? Jack grinned and
walked towards me. He took the gun and pointed it at his head.
"Jack, please, don't! You still have a long life ahead of you!" I start to cry, panicking.