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Walking Shoes... chapter 2
Both girls sat down at the kitchen table. Caroline brushed away the ceiling dust that had fallen on to the table. Her hands shook as she reached for her drink. Sandi stared up at the attic door as if she were expecting it to open at any time. A sound came from behind her, causing her to turn quickly towards the noise.
"It's alright, Sandi, it was just the cat. I don't think they can leave the attic."
"What makes you say that? We don't know anything about any of this stuff. I didn't even believe in them before I saw these two up there." She pointed towards the attic.
"I don't know, I just feel that way. We need to go to the library and look this house up. There has to be some history that will tell us who the little girl is."
"All she wanted was her shoes... her "walking" shoes. I don't understand why her mother, or who-ever that nasty one was would not let her have them."
"Her tiny feet were all cut from something. The attic floor is clean and there is no glass or anything to cut her feet. We need to find out how she hurt them."
"Don't you think we should find out why you have ummmm, Ghosts in your attic?!?!? Listen to us. We are talking as if it is just an every day thing for ghosts to be in a house. It isn't normal, Caroline. Maybe we should tell your mom and dad about this."
Caroline looked up at Sandi. "No!!!!!" she said almost too loud. "We can not tell anyone about this until we know who she is and why she is here!"
"Don't forget, Caroline, there are two of them up there and one doesn't like us, already."
"Well, it is late so the library will have to wait until morning. We can sleep and then go there first thing in the morning."
"Sleep???? Really? I can lay in bed and stare at the ceiling all night, is more the truth."
"I will be in the bed next to you. Nothing is going to happen to us. I have lived here for a year and nothing has ever happened to me."
"That was before you pissed off a ghost."
The girls went in to the bedroom and crawled in to their beds. Neither said a word nor did they turn off the little night lamp that sat on the table between them. Caroline watched the clock, time passing all to slowly for her. Sandi had fallen asleep shortly after they had gone to bed. Caroline smiled, remembering Sandi's words that she would stare at the ceiling all night. Caroline suddenly stiffened in her bed. She felt the bottom of the mattress sink away beneath her feet. She reached out to pet the cat she was sure was on her bed. Waiting to feel the softness of her cat brush her hand, she slowly sat up in bed to see where the cat was. Her heart skipped a bit when she saw no cat. The mattress was dented where her feet had been but no cat lay in the indention.
"Hello," she whispered at the sunken mattress. She wasn't sure who she was talking to. She spoke gently, softly, as if she were talking to a child. "Are you here with me?" Her heartbeat sped when she heard the voice.
"Please don't tell anyone I am here. Ple-e-e-ease."
Caroline watched as the little girl became visible. Her face was dirty and her hair a mess. She looked like something out of an Orphan Annie movie. Her eyes were droopy and filled with sadness.
"You are Eliza, right?"
"Yes, but you can call me Lizzy or Liza, it doesn't matter to me."
"Where is your mother?"
The little girl looked at Caroline as if she did not understand the question. "My mother? She is dead, of course."
"I am so sorry. I meant did she come down here with you."
"Do you mean the woman in the attic?"
"Yes, she Is your mother, right?"
"No, she is my Governess. She was with me when it happened."
"When what happened, Eliza?"
"Do we have to talk about that?" Eliza began to cry softly. "Can't I just sit here with you for a while."
"I am so sorry. I want to know all about you and why you are here."
Eliza sighed loudly. She shook her head. "Everyone always wants to know that. The little boy asks me all the time, though I could bother him with the same question, but I don't"
"There is a little boy up there in the attic too?"
"You will meet him if you come up there enough. But be careful, he isn't very nice. Angry, I suppose, because he didn't get to go on with his mom and dad."
"I am a little new to all of this, Eliza. I don't mean to pry but there is so much I want to know."
"I am Eliza Kay Marston, I am eight years old and was born on February 10th, 1928. I have no siblings and have been here, in the attic for a very long time."
"1928??? Eliza, that would make you 80 years old."
"Well, I don't feel like I am 80. I surely don't look like I am 80. Do you think I look that old?"
Before Caroline could answer her, she heard Sandi's voice. "I thought you said they could not leave the attic!!!! It looks to me like they have no problem leaving it!"
"Shhhh, please... you will wake up Ms. Lance. She will be terribly angry, I fear, if she should find me here with you."
The lamp between the beds began flicker on and off. It would suddenly become so bright the girls had to shield their eyes and in an instant, the light would dim to nearly nothing. Sandi's bed sheet began to slide off the bottom of her bed. She reached out to grab it, trying her best to hold on to it. She was yanked out of where she sat and dragged to the end of the bed. She screamed as she was pulled to the floor, still clutching tightly to the sheet.
"What the Hell is happening here?!?!?!"
"I am afraid that Ms. Lance has found me. I told you to be quiet!" Eliza began to cry softly.
"This really is getting to be too much, young ladies! I think I may need to punish you all!"
Caroline and Sandi ran to each other. They wrapped their arms tightly around each other. A lamp smashed to the floor and the window next to Caroline's bed shattered. The room temperature dropped and there was ice forming on the side of the beds. Suddenly, the door to Caroline's bedroom opened. As the girls looked at the door, they saw Caroline's father standing in the doorway. His mouth was open and he was staring directly at Ms. Lang.
"What in the name of heaven is going on in here?!?!?!?!"
"I was just getting ready to punish these girls! I will have to do that later!" Grabbing Eliza's hand, the Governess and Eliza disappeared in to the ceiling. The walls shook and the ceiling fan crashed to the bed, exactly where Caroline had been laying only moments before.