The Haunting of Cora Applebaum
Cora Applebaum was awake.
She listened and as clear as the nose on her face, there was the breathing again.
It was measured breathing, each breath deliberate in depth and volume.
She shifted slightly, pulled herself lower in the bed, the blankets up to her eyes.
The room was considerably colder with the breathing, even snug inside her bed she began to feel the cold seeping through her covers at first around her legs then her arms until she realised she was shivering uncontrollably.
Her teeth began to rattle, the fear within her was such that by now she couldn’t breathe. Aware her breath was still, aware her body was now shaking and aware there was nothing she could do, she opened her mouth but nothing came out.
She wanted to scream for help, her parents were in the next bedroom, her sister in the room down the corridor. She was paralysed with fear.
At the foot of the bed, the breathing continued and a mist began to form, the sort of mist you’d expect someone to be manufacturing as if wanting to further intimidate you.
Why she had that thought she wasn’t certain but her eyes were focusing on a shape silhouetted within the mist and seeming to draw closer to her.
Who was this she asked herself?
Why was she being targeted?
What was it about this room that generated within her such fear and from the first day she’d moved in she’d had this sense of unease about the room.
By now the figure was a woman in a white robe, her grey hair tied back, her eyes looking straight at Cora. She stood at the end of the bed and looked down on the terrified Cora.
Then she was gone.
The night returned.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Cora looked about into the dark, all was as it should be.
She realised her body was covered in perspiration, she got up to change. The wet bedding, she could cope with, wet clothing needed to be changed.
Now changed and warm once again, she reached for her laptop and began to write down everything she had seen.
She found the folder: ‘Haunting’ and scrolled to where she had last left off.
Incident 25: “Like the previous twenty-four incidents this one terrified me like they all did. I must do further research into this house and the people who lived here. I am finding it unnerving that now there is a woman within the mist. She looks like she has something to say. Maybe next time she’ll say something or give me a sign.”