Haunting Roommate Mystery Seeking Justice
A college student’s search for truth
Jessie was supposed to move into a different apartment which would be the beginning of a new chapter. She had just been admitted to Hillcrest University and the charming old building at 213 Birch Street, with its vintage architecture and reasonable rent, was an ideal place for starting her new life. However, this fresh start would not only land her into mysteries above the world of human beings.
The apartment had a comfortable vibe, although it was sometimes slightly windy. Jessie adored the tall roofs and spacious panes that let the sun beam all through the room. However, while she was emptying her cartons, an unusual cold went through her body but she ignored it thinking it came from poor heat retention of that old construction.
The first night spent in the apartment was devoid of any notable events; however, with time she started to perceive strange happenings around her. Doors creaked open by themselves, while inaudible sounds reached her ears in the corridors. Besides, the atmosphere stayed weighed down with something oppressive, especially during night hours. Concerning Jessie who generally applied rationale and reason, it was just due to the old age of the apartment and simple fabrications of her mind.
It was late evening when she was preparing for her paper she listened cautiously and heard a delicate sound of crying from the hall. There was another pause before the crying got progressively clearer and clearer. Jessie, with her heart racing, concluded she would have a look. She walked covertly into the vacant hall, but when she entered all sounds stopped suddenly which made a frightening peacefulness.
Even though she returned to her desk, Jessie couldn’t concentrate. Something was in the air that caused it to feel like somebody was watching her concealed. She called it a night and went to bed, pulling the covers as near herself as possible. And just before sleeping off, she felt something cold all over her face by a murmur in her ear “Help me.”
Jessie darted up in shock, her eyes agog with dread at what she had seen. She checked out the room, however there wasn’t anybody there. Her heartbeat stimulated as she attempted to grasp the odd impressions that had recently occurred. Am I mad or is there something or somebody in my room?
The next day, Jessie had told her neighbor Mrs Green about the things that happened the previous evening, an elderly woman who had spent numerous years in their apartment building. Mrs Green became retained in what she was talking about and when she was done with the story her composition was pale.
You aren’t the first to go through this, murmured Mrs. Green. Sometime in the past, there was a young lady named Emily who lived in your apartment. Just like you, she was also a student. And then one fateful night she was discovered dead not knowing how it had happened! Police said it was accidental but there were murmurs about something still more evil than that happened behind those doors! Ever since then, odd events have been accounted for by people living in that apartment; some even suggest that her soul has never left it.
Jessie encountered an impression of significant coldness. She was centered around revealing the truth about what occurred; accordingly, she started digging into Emily’s demise records. Jessie looked through every corner of the public library, read a few documented news pieces, and gathered subtleties that made an unquestionably miserable story about a young lady who was splendid and confident. The demise was unexpected and weird after which various friends thought that it was murder although no arrests have been made up until this point.
That night, when Jessie was looking through old pictures of Emily, a sudden chill came over the room. The temperature decreased and there was a gleaming light. Jessie looked upward and saw a faint, spooky shape toward the side of the room. A young woman, her face white and filled with grief was standing there.
“Emily?” Jessie’s voice was shaky as she spoke.
Nodded the ghostly figure. “I need your help,” she whispered, her voice faint. I was killed and my murderer is still running free. Kindly, help me in getting righteousness.
A feeling of determination replaced Jessie’s fear. Emily’s plea was one that she couldn’t ignore. Thus, with a reestablished feeling of responsibility, she looked for more into Emily’s set experiences by conversing with her previous friends and neighbors assembling all the incidents preceding her demise. From her inquiries Jessie discovered that Emily had previously been engaged in some relationship with another student, Mark who had been known for violent psychology since long ago. Despite having interrogated him several times police lacked credible evidence against him.
On one stormy night going over notes Jessie had the sensation of a presence behind her as she looked back, she saw Emily’s ghost again which appeared to be stronger and more well-defined than ever.
You seem to be on the right track advised Emily, but first, find that diary as it has everything.
The old trunk was the only thing Jessie could recollect being at the back of her wardrobe when she had first arrived. It was not something that had gotten a lot of thought before yet this time it gave her a ray of hope. She went to the wardrobe, took out the chest, and forcefully opened it. A tangle of crumbling garments, worn-out books, and a small diary could be visible inside it lying at the base end.
The diary was opened and she began to peruse. It was a journal of Emily; with which she had carried on through her life, really focused on and dreaded. As Jessie flipped through the pages, she got to see how detailed Emily’s relationship with Mark was. Later, these entries would take a dim turn uncovering occurrences of misuse and risks therein. Of all the entries that followed this one notwithstanding, Emily’s last one stood apart as the most unnerving; talking about how she approached an end to her relationship with Mark knowing that he could hurt her if provoked.
With new proof in hand, Jessie gave the diary to police authorities. The original case was resumed and the latest data empowered the development of a strong base against Mark. He was captured and conceded his culpability; accordingly, ending Emily’s tragic account.
Since then, everything about the apartment wasn’t around as it used to be. The significant burden of misery that had invaded it was now gone and there was no longer anything damn odd happening. Jessie recalls that night when she was moving into bed and a murmur came to her like a decent warm delicate breeze saying “Thank you”.
Jessie smiled, realizing that Emily’s spirit had finally found peace. Even though it was upsetting, it additionally showed her the force of assurance and looking for justice for the people who could never again represent themselves. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, she knew that she had helped a lost soul get the justice she deserved; thereby feeling satisfied with herself.
