ByDiane Hill, writer at Creators.co
I love reading books and have watched far to many movies!
Diane Hill

My origin story focuses on the character Elise from the Insidious films. She is one of the most interesting characters in the films and felt she probably has the most interesting history.

I know I’ve reached the centre of the cemetery when I come to the tall angel statue. It looks creepy and foreboding at night. I can’t help but smile at the fact that I have made it this far. Not even Nancy Jenkins managed this. She just sat at the bench by the entrance gates. Now that I’ve done it, I know am going to run all the way back home, but as I turn away from the angel statue, I start to see things. As I was making my way here, my gaze was either on the ground or focused on the statue that I didn’t take much notice to what was around me. Now however, I see that I am not alone in the cemetery. I see people, or black outlines of people in the distance. There’s about five of them and all are tall and thin. I don’t get a good vibe from them, and the thought of walking past any of them to make it back to the gate suddenly fills me with dread and fear. I’ve never felt like this before.

The cemetery is full of these tall, shadowy people. They are all over in every direction and more just seem to appear out of thin air. It may sound crazy, but I know that they are not human, and not all of them seem friendly. All I could do is watch as they began to approach me. It happened simultaneously, and it doesn’t look like they are walking, more like they are gliding over the grass.

I try to scream as they close in around me, but no sound would come out of my mouth. I began to feel my throat tightening, making it hard for me to breath. It felt almost as if someone were trying to choke me. My heart began to beat harder in my chest, so hard that the sound reached my ears. Then came the voices. So many different voices. They were both men and women, and some in other languages. Even although I couldn’t make out what they were saying, it just sounded like gibberish but I could feel them. They were sad, angry and confused but I didn’t know why. I fell to my knees as they surrounded me in a circle. I was gasping for air, I couldn’t breath, but they disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?”

I recognized my grandmother’s voice. She stood right in front of me in her Sunday best, a white cotton dress and dark blue cardigan. A dog barked as well. It was her little Jack Russell, aptly named Jack. He’s running around her feet in circles. I haven’t seen them both since before I got out of the hospital

“You going to answer me, child?”

“I just went for a walk.”

“In a cemetery? No matter, let’s get you home sweetheart. This isn’t the place for a walk, especially for you.”

I let her lead me back up the path towards the gates. Jack running at our sides.

“Did you see those things back there, grandma?” I ask. Even though I couldn’t them, I could still feel them.

“Yes. That’s why I came. It’s not safe for you in here. Not yet anyway”

“What are they?”

“The dead. Spirits. Ghosts.”

As she walked me out of the cemetery and to the house, I noticed the children still playing outside. Grandma must have seen me looking.

“Stay away from those children. They can’t be trusted.” She said, and as she said this, they finally came into the light. There are three of them and none have any expression on their faces except for black eyes. They followed us to the foot of the driveway, always staying on the other side of the road. The sight of them terrifies me. The experience in the cemetery terrified me.

“Why can I see them, Grandma?”

“Because you are special, Elise. Now go inside. Tell your mother my old pearl necklace is in her closet. In an old shoebox, right at the back. I’ll be here for you, child. Never forget that. I love you.”

“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask, confused. She could tell mom this herself.

“Not tonight, sweetheart.” I watch her walk away with little Jack. She’s heading back across the street, back into the cemetery.

I hadn’t even taken one step inside the house before mom came thundering through from the kitchen. The smell of apple pie followed her.

“Where have you been? Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I was with Grandma.” I said. I wasn’t going to tell her I was in the cemetery. I’d be grounded for a month if she found out.

“Oh Elise, we’ve been through this. Grandma passed away while you were in the hospital, honey. She’s up in heaven with the angels.”

“But I saw her. She was here.”

“Stop.”

I don’t believe her. I’ve been out of the hospital for a month now. If she were dead, I wouldn’t be able to see her. Hear her. Touch her. It’s not as if I can talk to the dead….wait.

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