October 31 st, 2023
I wait anxiously for the last bell. Then it finally came * ring *. I ran out to my bus faster than ever and found Iris. We talked over the plan we had made. First, we would walk to my house from the bus stop and tell my mother we were studying together. Next, we gather our materials. I found an old EMF reader in the attic box that the book was in front of. I also found other equipment like a temperature gun, and something called a spirit box that reads frequency’ s and allows us to communicate with spirits. Finally, we wait. Of course, well do homework while we wait for my mom to leave with the twins for trick-or-treating so we don’ t look suspicious. My older siblings will be at a party so its just us and the spirits.
The time came to investigate this mystery. I grabbed the EMF and spirit box, while Iris had the temperature gun. We walked downstairs slowly being a little nervous of what’ s to come, but we would find the truth. I turned on the EMF and it immediately went straight to five the highest level. The basement was the source of this ghost hunt. We went down into the séance room, then Iris turned on the temperature gun. Right before she read the temperature I shivered; the room was freezing.“ It’ s twenty-five degrees down here.” She spoke in a concerned tone. We walked further into the drapes and turned on our phone flashlights. We looked around in caution carefully examining the contents of the space. We were almost done looking around when all the candles lit at once and a black silhouette of a woman in the back corner appeared. We looked over at each other then slowly turned around with a look of horror on our faces. The woman was old with many wrinkles and gray matted hair that was medium length. She held a candle in the middle of her chest with a terrifying grin across her face. I jumped back but then looked closer. It was Journey Ocean my great grandmother. I said in a gentle voice as I stepped closer to her,“ great grandma I’ m Journey named after you.”. Her grin turned into a kind smile then she spoke“ I have been trapped her since 1962 and now I’ m free.”. Iris just stood frozen in shock but when I tapped her, she smiled. I never thought she would, others would have called me insane, but Iris understood, and she asked my great grandmother“ Is my great grandfather down here too? His name is Alexander Whitlock.” Journey replied“ No dear, I’ m sorry all the other hunters died down here. They grew mad, but now their spirits are free. I used what resources I had down here, but the others didn’ t listen to me.”. I asked her one final question“ Did you ever figure out what the owner had called about?”. She responded to me“ No, the owner locked us down here. The basement traps spirits down here but once the door is opened, they escape.”.“ So, when we entered here the old spirits flew away?” I asked.“ Yes” she replied
I lead her upstairs and set her up on the couch. I locked the basement door and took the key to the attic. I hid it in a wood board hoping no one would find it again. When mom came home, she was distraught.“ Journey Elizabeth Ocean who is this woman in our house!” She screamed at me with the most anger in her voice I had ever heard.“ Mom, look a little closer, trust me.” I told her. She did as I said, and her expression immediately changed to shock.“ Grandma is that you?” She asked.“ Yes, my dear, it is me.” She responded. All of us left them to talk and hurried upstairs.“ Iris, I’ m sorry about you great grandfather.”. I told her.“ No, its okay because I feel like family to you, and this was the best night of my life.” She answered. I smiled and said to her,“ same here”. Then we heard an evil laugh from the attic.