By Theresa Canselo
Mary Lewis was a nine year old girl who lived with her mother and brother in Far Hills, New Jersey, a small town with less than 1,000 people.
Mary grew up living a hard life because her mother abandoned her as a baby, just because she looked like her father. She felt as though she was neglected, not only at home, but at school as well. Her self confidence and self-esteem were very low. She felt like a loner. She would have to come home, do her homework alone, cook her own food, and sleep in a small room downstairs. Her mother dared her brother to help her. If he didn't, he would be put up for adoption.
One night, Mary's mother and brother decided to go out to the movies and leave Mary at home to clean the house. Of course, she had no choice but to do so. Upon the return of her mother, the house was spotless and Mary was sound asleep. When Mary was cooking, she forgot to turn the stove off, and around two in the morning, the kitchen went up in flames. Her mother jumped out of her sleep, ran to grab her son, and out of the house they went--leaving Mary in her bed to burn to death.
An hour later, firefighters found Mary in her room with third degree burns, but still breathing. She was rushed to the hospital, where she was kept for two months. Not once did her mother come to see her. In fact, after the fire, Mary's mother moved to Chicago and left the house with the insurance company.
Upon Mary's recovery, she was forced to stay with her Aunt Helena in Cape May Point, a few miles away from Far Hills. Mary had to go back to school, where she was made fun of even more and neglected because of her looks.
It all ended about a year later, when a student came to school dressed like Mary. She ran out of the schoolhouse and back to the home that was burned almost to ash. When she got there, she noticed that the house was rebuilt and a different car was parked in the driveway. Mary then snuck into the attic, where she lived for two weeks before committing suicide.
The new family in the house didn't know anything about Mary and her family, so they basically thought they were living a wonderful life. As they fell asleep that night, the youngest boy heard a noise in the kitchen, but was too afraid to get out of bed.
Minutes later, the smell of smoke filled the air, thick and black. The mother jumped out of her bed, ran to the kitchen, and quickly extinguished the fire.
"Honey, did you forget to turn the stove off?"
"No, mom! Must've been Ashley. She's always forgetting something."
"Well, where is she?"
"Well, where is she?"
"She went out with David and Marie!"
The mother then told her little boy to go back to bed, only to find that their beds were on fire, with a message written on the wall in blood:
You will all burn as I did!
The mother then ran to grab her son, only to see that he was rolling in fire. She threw a blanket over him and ran outside to call 9-1-1. Firefighters quickly responded and arrived to extinguish the fire.
The little boy was looking at the attic window and saw Mary Lewis's face, burned and bloody, but of course it was a ghostly figure. When he told his mother, she didn't believe him. She figured it was just the smoke messing with his head.
Four years later, the house was put up for auction. The insurance company was tired of paying for fires.
About three years later, six teens took a trip to Far Hills, thinking they were going to have a wonderful weekend. As they pulled up to the old abandoned house, windows and doors were boarded up and screams could be heard inside. The teens paused in their steps and looked at each other, puzzled. Chad was the oldest and toughest of the bunch. Thinking that entering the house was nothing, he slowly entered, brave and cautious.
As night fell upon the teens, Chad decided that they should drink beer and blast loud music. Ashley, Chad's girlfriend, wanted to take a shower. In the bathroom, she noticed burned towels in the corner and burned spots in the tub. As Ashley stepped into the shower, the lights went off and a candle was lit. She fell in the tub and hit her head on the faucet. Ashley slowly got up in pain, bleeding, when the shower curtain began to burn. She tried to escape, but she couldn't. Lying in the tub, Ashley burned silently.
Back in the living room, Chad and the rest of the gang started another game of charades. Chad's brother brother Al was in his boxers, half drunk and falling on the floor, laughing. Al slowly walked to the guest room bathroom. Staggering to get himself to the toilet, he began to urinate on himself. As he turned to walk out of the bathroom, a quick flash of flame slammed into his chest, and within seconds Al fell to the floor with a deep hole in his chest.
Not knowing that Mary Lewis's spirit still lived in the house, the teens continued to party and get even drunker. Out of the six, the other four began to worry since it had been a half hour since Al and Ashley disappeared.
Chad got up from the couch to check on his girl, to find her in the tub with blood and burn marks. He freaked out! Chad ran back to the living room to tell his friends what had happened. They began to scream and panic. The four teens then ran upstairs to get their bags, when all of the lights went out and all of the bulbs were replaced with flames.
Nikki, Chad's little sister, broke down in tears and ran for the stairs. She missed a step and down the stairs she went, tumbling as the stairs went up in flames. Nikki ran to the kitchen, body in flames, to try to extinguish herself, but she wasn't successful. The spirit of Mary Lewis left a message on the counter saying, "Should've paid attention."
Being that only three people were left to live, Chad jumped off the second floor balcony, and his body quickly went up in flames. Chad ran to the backyard and jumped into the pool. His body went into total shock. Fortunately, Chad didn't die, but his heart was showing through his chest.
Malaya, one of the two others living, tried to call 9-1-1, but the call wasn't successful. Malaya and her ex-boyfriend, Leo, ran for the stairs. Standing at the top of the staircase, they noticed that the stairs were brittle and burned. With light footsteps, the two crept downstairs and suddenly fell through the stairs to the basement. The basement was dark and smelled of burnt wood and bodies. There were lit candles all around. The two held hands, sweating and crying, trying to escape the death trap. Leo decided to escape through the air vents, but that was a sure death trap.
Malays followed Leo cautiously, praying they could escape to safety. Crawling through the small air vents, it began to get hot and stuffy. The metal began to get hotter. Leo began to start crawling faster, finding himself crawling into a bed of fire. Leo burned, right in front of Malaya's eyes. She let out a painful and sorrowful scream, trying to get out of the vents. She found her way, falling to the kitchen floor. The dead body of her friend Nikki broke her fall. Getting up, covered in blood and burn blisters, Malaya heard a crackling in the ceiling and saw small fireballs falling, landing softly on her skin like snow.
The house quickly went up in flames. Malaya crawled quickly to the back door in the kitchen. As she stood to open the door, it flung open and she screamed helplessly. In the arms of the firefighter, Malaya coughed and cried, weakly, thinking of her friends laying in the house full of blood and burned to ashes.
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