Paranormal Activity

Lately, weird things have been happening in the house. Well, I must say, it's not like as if it's new to me. It happened when I was eight. My sisters and I were... terrorised? I'm not sure if that even touches what happened to us. 'Timmy' Mica called him. She was the youngest. She was seven. Natalie, twelve, and I, Harper, eight, thought that she was going through a phase but when we were all chasing each other it was my turn to be 'it', we ran up the stairs and the girls ran into the bathroom and I banged my head. On thin air. Suddenly, my foot was grabbed and I was pulled down the stairs. I screamed and I was let go. I was out in the open. I heard an eerie howl and I felt claws in my side. I screamed and kicked.
"LET ME GO!" I shrieked. Then everything was black. Not even my sisters knew what happened. Apparently, my sisters heard me shriek and then they blacked out. But that was twenty one years ago. And I'm talking about now.

13/7/12
Harper's POV
"Mark?" I asked.
"Yes?"
"Did you drop my wallet on the floor, in the middle of the kitchen, and scatter my money on the floor?"
There was silence.
"You're kidding me, right?" I groaned.
"I'm sorry, Harp. I didn't do it."
I sighed and bent down to collect the money. I picked it up and looked at the time. 9 PM. Time to sleep. I ran up stairs and entered my room that was unfortunately at the top of the stairs. Earlier in life it was convenient but now...
"Right, cameras on, all we need to do is sleep," Mark smiled. I nodded.
"Ok. Is that thing gonna be on all night?" I asked. He beamed from ear to ear. I slipped into my bed and turned of the light. Mark followed after he had finished fiddling with his 'boy-toy'.
"Night, night, Harp."
"Night, night, Mark."

Cameras POV
1:23 AM
(SLOW HEAVY FOOTSTEPS)
(LIGHT SWITCH ON)
(QUICKER STEPS)
(SILENCE)
2:56
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
(LIGHT SWITCH ON)
(LOW GROWL)
(LIGHT SWITCH OFF)
(MASTER BEDROOM DOOR CREAKING CLOSED SLIGHTLY)
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
(SILENCE)

Harper's POV
14/7/12
I got up at 6 and saw that Mark was up, too. He was staring at me.
"I was wondering when you'd wake," he said. I rubbed my eyes.
"How long have you been up?"I asked. He shrugged. He looked over to the computer that was hooked up to the camera.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked. He smiled and leapt out if bed. He brought the laptop over to us and pressed play. All the noises made me freeze in horror. It was like my childhood all over again. Then I watched the door close over, on the computer that is. I held my hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. It was there! I couldn't see it but I knew that it was there in MY room! Running around MY house. I was being watched. ALL the time.
"Hey," Mark said softly,"We don't have to watch anymore if you don't want to." He wrapped me up in his arms. Tears slipped down my cheeks.
"Why does it have to be me?" I whispered.
"You?" Mark asked.
"When I was eight I had... an encounter? With an... entity or whatever," I shivered.
"You didn't think to tell me this?" Mark asked, slightly irritated.
"I didn't think that this would happen again! I hoped it wouldn't happen again!" I closed my eyes tightly. Ground, swallow me, I thought.
"You know what? Let's go shopping! Or something!" Mark suggested.

Camera's POV
14/7/12
10:31 AM
(HARPER AND MARK TALKING INAUDIBLY)
(HARPER LAUGHING)
(FRONT DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
(SILENCE)
10:39 AM
(TAP RUNNING)
(TV SWITCHING ON)
(MAN'S VOICE ON TV)
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
(MASTER BEDROOM DOOR GENTLY CLOSING)
(COVER LIFTED OF BED)
(PILLOWS BEING THROWN AROUND ROOM)
(MASTER ROOM DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
(FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
(TAP TURNED OFF)
(TV TURNED OFF)
(SILENCE)
1:26 PM
(FRONT DOOR OPENING)

Harper's POV
14/7/12
I opened the door and stepped inside. I slipped my red stilettos off and put on my fluffy slippers. Home feet home. I decided that I'd pack away my clothes and Mark followed me with his gadgets that needed a home. I opened my door, not thinking 'hey, I didn't leave it closed'.
"Oh, God," I gasped, staring, wide eyed, at the mess. The pillows were strewn all over the room and the quilt lay in the middle of the floor. I ran out of the room but Mark grabbed my arm. He pulled me into a tight hug.
"Don't worry, ok?" he soothed.
"It's here. It's here," I repeated shakily like as if I was a mad woman.
"What's here?" Mark asked, genuinely worried for me.
"Timmy's here."
"You know what? I think you're tired. How about a nap? I'm tired, too," Mark said, hurriedly, shakily. All I could do was nod.

Camera's POV
14/7/12
2:45 PM
(KEY'S JANGLING)
(THINGS TINKLING)
(FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
(EERIE HOWL & THUMP)
(HARPER SCREAMING)
(MARK HUSHING)
(HARPER MUFFLING SMALL SCREAMS)

Harper's POV
14/7/12
"Oh, God! Oh, help me God!" I cried. Mark wiped my tears and rocked me. He scooped me up and ran out side. We found that, mysteriously, the front door had the keys in and was unlocked. I leapt out of his arms and ran, still crying. Mr Mansfield came running out. He was a young man in his early twenties with light brown hair and hazel eyes. He had a light, happy personality to go with his light colours.
"What's wrong, Harper?" he asked, holding my hands and looking me in the eyes.
"The house. The house. It's haunted. It's haunted," I chanted like a mad woman once again, this time a worried, panicked one,"William, (that was his name) help me! Help me! HELP ME!"
I started to sob again. Would there be no end to this emotional torture?

Camera POV
14/7/12
2:50 PM
(HARPER CRYING OUTSIDE)
(7 LOW & LOUD GRUNTS)
(HOWLS AND BANGS)
(ROAR)
(HARPER SCREAMING)
(MARK & WILLIAM EXCLAIMING AND CURSING)
(NEIGHBOURS COMING OUT SHOUTING)
(THUMP AND LOUD & SHORT HOWL)
(NEIGHBOURS EXCLAIMING AND RUNNING INDOORS)
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS DOWN THE STAIRS)
(FRONT DOOR SLAMMING)
(SILENCE)

Harper's POV
14/7/12
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Mark half screamed, half yelled.
"Mark, please don't aggravate him! Please! If-if we make him mad, it'll make things worse!" I pleaded. He ignored me.
"STOP MESSING WITH US! LEAVE US ALONE!" he yelled aggressively. He grabbed a baseball bat and swung it around.
"WANT SOME OF THIS, MOTHER FU-?!"
He was caught completely by surprise when the bat was snatched out of his hands and he was pushed backwards. I couldn't scream, I couldn't run. I froze. Soon after, I had the courage to move. I ran as fast as I could to the children's park. Maybe it would leave me alone for a while?

Camera's POV
14/7/12
2:55 PM
(BANG)
(SILENCE)
4:40 PM
(HARPER TALKING INAUDIBLY OUTSIDE)
(FRONT DOOR OPENING)
(MARK AND HARPER WHISPERING)
(FLOOR BOARD CREEKS ONCE)
(HARPER SIGHS)

Harper's POV
14/7/12
11:34 PM
I was uncomfortable but I daren't move for fear of the demon. Mark had drifted of at 9 but I failed to do so. I hid under the cover and cuddled up to Mark. I closed my eyes and gripped Marks t-shirt tightly. Slowly but surely, I drifted off to sleep and dreamed the most peculiar dream...
I stepped into the sunlight, the warm, blinding light. I saw Mark and ran up to him. He didn't turn around, even when I called his name. I touched his shoulder but he shrugged me off.
"Mark!" I gasped. He whipped round and howled at me. I screamed but I couldn't run from him. I still saw Mark inside this... this monster. He gripped my shoulders and scratched me but I didn't fight him. Then the demon came up behind him and split his skull. The blood pouring out of him made me scream. Not wanting to see more I closed my eyes but since this was a dream I did see things, no matter how tight I had my eyes shut. The demon broke his arms and dislocated his legs. I screamed at it to stop but it wouldn't. Finally, he ripped Marks head straight off his shoulders. I screamed so loud at it to leave and that it was a monster. I felt it turn to look at me. It made prints on the grass and grabbed my shoulders and and then forced me to the ground. I screamed.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" I screamed for Mark but I knew he was long gone. Then I saw it. It's fist came down hard on my face and I woke up. Panting, shivering. I looked over at the time. 2:34 AM. I looked over at Mark and saw his blood all over his face. I gasped.
"Mark, I love you! Come back to me! Please!" I whisper-cried. I kissed him and wiped the blood from his lips and eyes. I shut them for him. I shivered and huddled up into a ball, fearing for my life.

Camera's POV
15/7/12
2:44 AM
(HARPER CRYING QUIETLY)
(HARPER SNIFFING)
(HARPER WHISPERING TO MARK)
(LONG PAUSE)
(HARPER CRYING QUIETLY)
(HARPER LYING DOWN AND GOING TO SLEEP)
(SILENCE)
3:46 AM
(LOW GROWL)
(HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
(HARPER SLOWLY GETTING DRAGGED OUT OF BED)
(HARPER'S HEAD HITTING THE FLOOR)
(HARPER SITTING UP AND STRUGGLING TO GET AWAY)
(HARPER CALLING OUT FOR MARK GETTING MORE DESPERATE WITH EVERY CALL)
(HARPER GETTING DRAGGED OUT IF THE ROOM)
(HARPER SCREAMING HYSTERICALLY)
(HARPER GETTING DRAGGED DOWN THE HALL WAY)
(HARPER CRYING AND SCREAMING FOR MARK)
(GUEST ROOM DOOR SLAMMING SHUT)
(HARPER SCREAMING AND BANGING ON THE DOOR)
(HARPER'S SCREAMING BEING MUFFLED)
(SILENCE)
10:23 AM
(MARK'S BODY BEING LIFTED AND DUMPED ON THE FLOOR)
(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)
(HARPER BEING LIFTED THROUGH TO THE MASTER ROOM)
(HARPER BEING PLACED ON BED)
(MARK'S BODY BEING DRAGGED AND CHUCKED DOWN THE STAIRS)

Harper's POV
15/7/12
1:32 PM
I looked around. Mark wasn't there but his blood was. I remember getting bitten hard by the demon, feeling his claws and bony fingers around my ankle, feeling its breath on my body, hearing it whisper words of darkness and death into my ear, feeling it touch me everywhere. It was a nightmare best forgot. Except my head kept saying "remember his face. Remember his face" or "kill for him. Kill for him" or "come with me. Come with me". They were all said in that low, bone chilling voice of the demon. I quickly got showered and dressed and went out. I also told the neighbours of the dreadful news. Their question was always the same; how did he die? I would always reply,"You wouldn't believe me if you don't believe in paranormal activity". To which they would all gasp and tell me to stay the night. I would tell them that it was me that it was me it was after and that they may end up hurt... or worse as Mark proved possible.
4:44 PM
I felt very, very, very strange. "Soon you will be with me, Harper, soon" the eerie voice repeated. I rushed back home to get some sleep but as soon as I got in through the door all I could think was "James, James, James, James". It was my new nephews name. Now, all I could James, James, James, James, James, James, James, James, James, James, James, James, James...

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POLICE FOUND MARK DONOHOE'S BODY ON THE 17/7/12. THEY WATCHED THE TAPE ON THE CAMERA.

MARK'S DEATH:
Camera's POV
15/7/12
1:12 AM
(FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
(MASTER ROOM DOOR CLOSING)
(MARK SITTING UP)
(MARK BEING STRANGLED)
(MARK BEING LIFTED UP AND PRESSED AGAINST WALL)
(MARK COUGHING UP BLOOD)
(MARK BEING CLAWED AND SHAKEN VIOLENTLY)
(MARK'S THROAT BEING BITTEN)
(MARK BEING DROPPED ON THE FLOOR)
(MARK LYING STILL)
(MARK BEING PUT BACK IN BED)
(DOOR OPENING)
(FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS)
(SILENCE)

HARPER'S WHEREABOUTS REMAIN UNKNOWN. SHE WAS HEARD CHANTING A BOYS NAME AS SHE LEFT THE HOUSE. FROM THE INFORMATION ON THE TAPE, HARPER WAS BEING POSSESSED. THE NAME WAS 'JAMES'. IF YOU KNOW THIS BOY, PLEASE CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY.