Eleanor

Eleanor

A Story by Courtney Ball


It was a witchy house: the low-slung roof; that quiet gray paint; those squinting, shuttered windows; and the empty porch rocker that rocked, rocked, rocked, day and night. No one knew who lived there, or has never seen a single sign of someone living there. Except the rocker on the front porch. No one dares stepping a single foot in the yard, or even look at the house passing by. Although there is a legend, a legend that dates back way before the salem witch  trials, a legend that still lives today.  

Eleanor was her name, long dark hair, striking blue eyes, fair skinned, as if the sun has never kissed her skin. Eleanor was quite beautiful but never left her house, no one knew why. Some say it was because she had a daughter who was taken from her when accused of being a witch by natives and pilgrims. Her daughterś name was Emily, taken away from her mother with only four years of age. Eleanor had cursed the house with black magic the day it happened, out of revenge, anyone who goes to the house, day or night, either turn up dead in the forest behind the house or goes missing.

There are no photographs of Eleanor, only descriptions from what people have seen of her. As time passed after her daughter being taken away, the house slowly and slowly got worse and worse. The paint started to fade and chip, all the windows and doors were boarded in, every one assumed Eleanor had left the town, except for the rocker that rocks day and night. Those are not the only sign of the house being cursed by Eleanor.

During storms, whether it is a tornado or hurricane, the house is never touched. No trees have fallen over the decades, no tornado has blown the roof off or demolished the house, not a single thing has touched that house, it still perfectly sits at the end of the road. Surrounded by trees, and forest that will soon take over the house.

Eleanor has not been seen since that horrid day, but people have claimed to have seen a shadow or hear laughing at night. A single light is visible on the second floor in the middle window, itś only seen at night.

Maybe the house is really cursed, maybe Eleanor is waiting for the right person, or thing, to come along to finally get her revenge on those people who lit a flame to her daughter, after all, when people are found dead in the woods, they often have burns all over their bodies.  

© 2017 Courtney Ball


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Courtney Ball
Courtney Ball

Thornville , OH



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I'm a senior in highschool, I graduate in May! I love writing short stories and poems. I tend to write a lot of horror stories. more..

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