She Asked For Help

From: D.M. Yorton (blackpedals@lsol.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: home
Source: Form Submission

Seven years ago, my niece was murdered. Her killer was never found, leaving the family with an empty spot in their heart. Maybe things would have been different if she was an adult, or if she was a trouble-maker, but we are talking about a thirteen year old whom was on the honor roll. I won't get into the details of her murder, but what happened afterwards, well... Mel's mother and I were comforting each other, just by conversation alone. We were both tired of trying to figure out the mystery surrounding her daughter's death.

Poor Silvia, was having a hard time; nightmares, awake-mares, and the press hounding her. We went into the kitchen to make coffee. Looking up, we noticed a red spot, of what look like jello or jam, smeared on the ceiling. Now, that in inself was unusual, this was a new home, and everything was just painted, so nothing should have been up there.

I climbed up on a chair to wipe it off. Not paying attention to what I was doing, Silvia let out a little scream and pointed at the ceiling. I looked up. "Help" was boldly written there right where I had cleaned. White against my yellow ceiling. I jumped off the chair and backed out of the kitchen still staring at that spot. Slowly, it disappeared. Leaving the plain yellow ceiling still intact. Neither of us spoke about this, we also didn't finish the coffee. We went back to her house.

Sitting in her kitchen, something came flying down the stairs at us. Sitting there nonchalently, was a rolled up pair of socks. We looked at each other and then at the socks. Picking up our courage, we went up the stairs to investigate.

There, on the staircase wall.."Help" was again bodly written. We left the house, both shoken and upset. Silvia didn't stay home that night, she went ot a motel. I, of course, had to go to my family. That next morning she called me up excited. She told me she had dreamed vividly about her daughter. Only thing ws she swore she was actually awake during the dream. She said that she had saw her daughter as plain as day, standing in her yellow raincoat, writing with a yellow marker the word "help" over and over again. then a book fell from the ceiling, a page open, with the word Help circling a face.

She remembered this face from her daughters scholmates. She had called the child's parents and asked them some questions. The big news was, that the child had sen her child the night of the murder and whio was with her. This led to a big break inthe murder case.

Sory to say, the person who was with Mel that night disappeard in thin air, ran off, but at least the police now had a suspect and to this day are looking for him. Our family rests a bit more, if it weren't for Mel returning and kept asking for Help, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they did.