1802- Jane

1802- Jane

A Chapter by AloysiaVerben
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Jane finds The Ruby Necklace in a marketplace.

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'How much for this necklace?'- Jane stood in front of the market stall and held the gold chain for the old man to see. She had come to the markets to buy some vegetables from a woman who sold them here regularly when she came across this man's stall. He sold cheap-looking jewellery and trinkets but when Jane had pushed through the crowd the necklace she was now holding had caught her eye. Simple but still beautiful, it had a ruby pendant. The ruby glinted as the sun hit the gem. It was, Jane thought, the colour of blood and, as she watched it swing in her hand she felt herself hypnotised. She barely cared when the stall-holder told her the ridiculoulsy high price and quickly handed him the money. Pleased with her day's purchases she walked the long way home to enjoy the morning sun. When she touched the door handle she first heard it- a laugh, carefree but sinister, she opened the door and the laugh faded as quickly as it had appeared. Jane glanced at the road, and out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed a woman, dressed entirely in red, staring at her. When she looked again the woman was gone, blown away by the wind and Jane convinced herself that she had imagined it when her daughter came running to greet her.


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Jane woke in the middle of the night. Her dreams had been filled with the woman in red who had been staring at her, and the laugh, images of the woman staring, and laughing swirling around her head. Then, just before she woke up, a voice, the voice that belonged to the laugh, and the woman Jane knew. 'Three days' the voice promised, Three days and your mind will break, Jane

    As she sat up in her bed, her husband dozing peacefully beside her, Jane remembered the voice swirling around her head. Three days. A dream, Jane decided, she hadn't slept in a while, the dream was just a result of a lack of sleep and after having imagined that woman on the street her imagination was running away with her. Jane got dressed and the day proceeded as normal: Her daughter Grace came to eat breakfast and then taken to play by the nursemaid her husband went to do his work as a doctor and she cleaned about the house and helped Cook to prepare dinner.

    In the afternoon, while she was reading, she glanced to the street outside and saw the exact same woman standing on the corner. She was dressed the same, in a red dress, she was holding a black umbrella to protect her from the gentle rain, her hair was black, wavy and very long. Her eyes were the thing that chilled Jane's blood, they seemed to change colour from blue to green to grey, a kaleidoscope of colour but they were filled with emotion. Hatred, greed, pride, cruelness. All of the bad things in people but none of the good, she stared at Jane as though she were a particularly interesting experiment she was eager to dissect. Everything you love will be lost to you. Maybe you should check the child, I wouldn't trust the nursemaid. Jane blinked and the woman disappeared, The child, Jane ran upstairs into the bathroom and found the nursemaid collapsed upon the floor in a heap and her two year old daughter in the tub.

    They were able to revive Grace, barely. The nursemaid had died, they said, for no reason. She had just collapsed upon the floor and was unable to be revived by doctors. They eventually attributed her death to heart failure, it was, thought Jane, as though she had died of fright. Jane knew she couldn't tell them the truth, she could never tell them about the woman, and the voice they wouldn't believe her. She didn't even really believe herself. But she knew, this was just the beginning. Three days, the voice had told her, and now she was beginning to believe it. Jane allowed herself to be comforted by her husband, wishing that somehow she could find a way to keep them safe.

    They will be lost to you, you can't proctect them

    Jane broke down, slumped on the floor she sobbed into the arms of her husband, babbling nonsence about women in red dresses and whispers in the night.


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The next morning, when Jane woke, she knew something was wrong. She sat up in bed remembering the things the voice had told her in her dream, All you love will be lost, your child, husband, your family. Gone. You will be the only one left. I'll leave you broken.

    She called one of the servants, the one she trusted most, as a replacement for the dead nursemaid. She told her to dress Grace and bring her for breakfast and as she woke her husband she decided, maybe if I carry on as I normally would it'll stop. So she stood from her bed to bathe and dress, and that was when she heard the scream. A piercing, bloodcurdling scream coming from Grace's room. Everyone in the house ran into the small, prettily decorated room and found the servant holding her hand over her mouth and crying with Grace still in the cot. Suffocation, she had rolled over during the night and been smothered by the pillow in her cot. Jane stood, shellshocked, as her husband, staff, and family tried to counsel her. She tried to tell them about the woman. She didn't care that they probably wouldn't believe her, she had to tell them. She told them everything, how she had seen the woman staring at her as she entered the house, and again through the window, and how she had heard the voice telling her, warning her. Only when she finished her story did she realised that every person in the room was looking at her. Some with pity, some terrified and some just worried. This is just the beginning, you have two days left. 'No! No! No!' She shouted into the air, looking around frantically, the woman was here somewhere she could feel it. She scanned the faces of each person in the room and ran to the window, pulling the curtains back violently. There, on the other side of the street, looking up into the window was the woman. She had the same expression on her face, as though she regretted having to waste her time on you but at the same time enjoying watching the masterful plan she has created being acted out in front of her.

    She shouted and cried and pointed out the window at the woman 'Look there,there! Can't you see her standing there?' she shouted at her husband, the Cook, the other servants and they all looked out the window worriedly glancing at her. 'There's no one on the street Jane' her husband whispered gently. 'She's there, I can see her, why? Why can't you see her?!' Jane was hysterical, she could still see the woman staring at her but no one else could. She screamed and ran into her room, bolting the door behind her. Two days Jane. 'Get out of my head!' Jane shouted abuse to an empty room while her husband and the gardener tried to force open the door, eventually slipping into unconsciousness.


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Jane woke in the hospital, with her husband by her bedside. She panicked and tried to get out of the bed. 'No, no, it's okay, they're just checking that you're okay.' her husband managed to soothe her back into the bed and tucked the sheets tightly, it was only then that she realised she was handcuffed to the bed. Her husband saw her looking and assured her it was only precaution and they'd come off soon and they could go home. Jane wondered how long she'd been in the hospital for, she couldn't remember anything past the point when the gardener had used an axe to open the door of the bedroom and they had rushed in to find her, she must have fainted she thought, from exhaustion. You slept for one day, today is your last day. Jane panicked and started to scream again 'Away! Go away! Get out of my head!' Doctors rushed into the room and managed to sedate her while they discussed the prospect of an asylum with her husband.


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By the end of the day Jane's husband had organised for her to go to an mental health hospital, the best in the country, she would be safe, he reassured himself as they packed her bags for her. He guided his wife into a cab waiting outside and sat on the top to talk with the driver, who was a family friend. They could see the asylum in the distance, Jane's husband hadn't told her where they were going so he closed the curtains when they had stopped for lunch. Jane was asleep when the carriage shook violently, the horse bolting forward, frightened by something. Jane ripped the curtains back from the window to see her husband fall from the carriage and hit the ground sharply before the carriage itself fell onto it's side.

    Jane woke about a hundred feet from the carriage, laid on the driver's jacket to stop her from lying on the dirt. He explained her husband had died, that she already knew, and she began to scream and cry and sob and tried to convince them of the woman and the whispers again. She screamed until the police came to take her to the asylum, where she would spend the rest of her days, with only one visitor.

    The woman stood on the other side of the bars and Jane screamed, the doctors were used to her screaming by now and had learned to ignore her. Goodbye, Jane. The woman said as she slipped the necklace into her purse and opened her umbrella, walking outside, her form slowly washed away by the rain.




© 2011 AloysiaVerben



Author's Note

AloysiaVerben
Hello, Firstly I would like to give a Big BIG Thank you to all my reviewers Cynthia (my first reviewer) Geralyn Miller, Arsenic Nemesis, Athena Ramos,you guys are awesome! And also everyone who read this, Thank you.
So a few points
1. I didn't want to kill Grace, please don't hate me!
2. I enjoyed writing the sinister words of the woman more this time, she was more evil and wasn't pretending to be nice, although I think she's just as scary when she nice. Well I'm scared of her are you?
3. I'm aware that they probably wouldn't handcuff her to the bed but let's pretend that they would
4. It's a bit longer than I wanted it to be ...oh well more for you.
Anyway you guessed it,
Read, Review, Enjoy
~A

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WOW! The necklace is REALLY cursed! All the people have fell in pain cause of this good looking necklace! So this time no one was dead but just in mental hospital, but I rather die! When you have nothing wrong, and you need to go to the hospital and being see as a person who had mental problem, thats the nightmare! You ahve created a wonderful story, I promise I am honest!

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Interesting. I figured that the necklace only killed people, but I guess it can also hurt them. I would like to see a what happens to a guy who has the necklace.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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OMG! You are such a good writer i'm so addictted hurry up and write lol!

Posted 6 Years Ago


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You are correct, they wouldn't handcuff her unless she was a criminal, they would use wide leather straps that are padded. (Working in ER we used them on some people who came in on drugs, usually PCP)
The Lady of the ruby is evil personified.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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awesome!!! i really love this chapter!! my fav so far! XDDD
don't feel sorry for killing grace. you had to do it! the plot wouldn't have worked if she wasn't killed~ :D
and btw, i love the ghost :P seriously, i love her! i just don't know why :D

next please!! X3

Posted 6 Years Ago


WOW! The necklace is REALLY cursed! All the people have fell in pain cause of this good looking necklace! So this time no one was dead but just in mental hospital, but I rather die! When you have nothing wrong, and you need to go to the hospital and being see as a person who had mental problem, thats the nightmare! You ahve created a wonderful story, I promise I am honest!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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