The Never-Ending Haunting

Chapter 1

A/N: So, think the last chapter was a bit tame?  You ain't seen nothing yet, my friends.  The more chapters that come, the more in depth - and possibly scary - this story may get.  My suggestion?  Keep reading!!!

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Let me tell you how this all started.  You ever hear of the movie "Poltergeist?"  Take that and remove the disappearing house at the end, and a lot of the heavy gore.  Because half of that stuff?  If a ghost wants to haunt you, the way I'm being haunted, it won't be with all that shit.  Usually, a ghost haunts because it believes it either isn't dead, it's got unfinished business, or it's looking for a loved one.  Sometimes, it thinks you're the loved one because it sees the soul of that person in YOU.  When I left that curse of a house, I thought I was free forever.  And then one day...

"Hello Elise."

Oh, yes, by the way, that's what he thinks my name is.  His name is Harry Styles, he died in early 1926, and he thinks my name is Elise Grace.  My name is Emily Greene, same initials, nothing more.  So you can imagine the fright I got when he spoke to me.  And I'm the only one in Doncaster that can see him!  When I lived in Holmes Chapel, my whole family could.  The town only knew of his story and how he died, a gruesome murder they say, by the brother of his beloved's.  When I heard this and why he was always calling me Elise, I wasn't sure if I should be humbled or if I should vomit.

"For God's sake, Harry!  Don't scare me like that!  And my name is Emily, for the last time, not this Elise you keep calling me."  I didn't mean to yell at him, but you try not to after getting a huge fright from a ghost.  I rest my case.

He looked at me like some sort of wounded puppy asking for a hug.  Crazy how even a spirit can do that.

"I'm sorry Eli - um, Emily.  It's just, you look so much like her it's truly uncanny.  It's almost impossible for you not to be her," he replied, completely astounded how much I must have looked like his now long deceased beloved.

What was I to do?  Here I was with a ghost who died ninety years ago right before me, and I was, according to him, identical to this Elise?  I opened my lips, then closed them for no knowledge of what to do next, and then said to Harry, "Listen, I wish I knew what to tell you about that.  But I don't.  Considering I don't even know what this Elise  of yours looks - looked like, I just can't help you."

He looked at me like he didn't know what to tell me.  "Perhaps I can show you," he said to me, tapping his finger to his chin almost like he had some kind of evil plan advised.  I'd seen him do that many times before, and every time he did it he looked more and more idle to me.  For someone who was a spirit, he certainly had a lot of character.  I liked people with character, but this both made me want to laugh and whigged me out at the same time.  It was as if he never really died, but he did.  And that was the part that whigged me out.

"Show me what?" I questioned, not fully understanding what he meant.  "Harry, you've puzzled me countless times over, but this one has to take the cake.  Forgive my language here - what the fuck are you talking about?"

"My, my, and I thought Elise's brother had a dirty mouth.  Then again, that was for the time.  And that guy at the bar you go to?  You must've picked it up from him, I'm sure of it.  You never used to be this bad."