As the thunder roared in the sky and the rain poured to the ground, the Docker family looked at their new four story Victorian style home though the windows of their 88′ Ford Taurus,They were moving from New York to the house that was once owned my Emily Docker’s Great Grandfather, Kane Krane, a wealthy old man from the 1870s, Emily was found by Gary and May Docker when she was 1years of age, 14 years ago to the day in this very house, Emily had no living relatives so she became part of the Docker family. But she never REALLY felt like she was their child, that she DID have real family, somewhere, and she was going to find them. As Gary collected the bags for the trunk, May took Emily into the house, “So what do you think?” May asked knowing that Emily would not answer for Emily had never spoken a word in her life. Emily looked up at May, her dark eyes seemed colder and darker in this house, her black, straight hair hung down to her hips, and for a moment !
May saw a glimpse of hate in her eyes, which send a cold shiver up May’s back, “Stay here.” May said as she turned and ran out of the house over to the car where her husband still stood leaning over the side on the car to the back of the trunk to get what bags were left, “Umm…I think there is something wrong with Emily.” “Is she okay?” Gary asked, “She’s fine it is just that, her eyes…they seemed so…so cold.” May replied, “Cold?, what are you talking about?” “When I asked her is she liked the house she looked up at me with these cold, cold eyes, and I could sense… I don’t know…something… EVIL.” “I think your just scared of this old place, and it is giving you the creeps, there is nothing with Emily’s eyes and she is not evil, lets go in the house, everything will be okay honey, I promise.” Gary said as he picked up the bags and headed to the front door. As they entered the house they expected to see Emily standing by the door, instead she was gone, “Emily?” Gary called out, you could hear an echo travel up to the upper levels of the house, “Stay here, I am going to see is she went up stairs.” Gary said, than turned and headed up the stairs. “Gary” he turned to look at May, “Be careful.” May said “there is nothing to worry about.” he said as he turned and took the rest of the steps two at a time. “Emily?” “Are you up here honey?” Gary called, No answer “Emily?” He called once again, he could hear voices coming though the vents in the ceiling.
As he climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, as he reached the top of the stairs he saw a light from under the crack at the bottom of the door, he stared slowly walking to the door, put his hand on the door knob, slowly turned it, the door flung open as he look in he saw Emily sitting on the bed with an old man, pail as snow “Emily, who is your friend?” Gary asked but knowing she would not say “Gary, this is my Great Grandfather, Kane Krane.” Emily said, Gary was shocked, her voice was cold and scratched. “No, that can’t be honey!, your Grandfather would be dead by now,” gary said nearing the bed, “He is dead, and he has come back for me, he has been waiting for me but you took me away, away from my family and home.” Emily said her voice was even colder and darker than before.
Gary turned and ran out out of the room and down the stairs to find his wife, “May” Gary yelled. “Whats wrong?” May asked, “Wheres Emily?” she asked “Get out of the house now” “Whats wrong?” she asked again, “Just get out!” But by the time she reached the door it slammed and locked, “You should not have taking me!” “We didn’t know!” Gary screamed. “It is all you fault Gary!, you must be punished!” Emily said, her voice was getting closer. Emily stood on the bottom step of the stairs, “You both have to…DIE!”. Glass shadering screams excaped the house. The police arrived at the house about noon the next day when May did not call her sister that night they arrived. “What happened here?” The police came and the police asked as he walked under the “Crime scene” tap!, “Well, from what we can tell, is that when the family got to the house the little girl went crazy and cut up the woman alive and feed pieces of her to her husband, than killed him by putting him in the large stone brick oven and cooked him alive.” the young officer said “Wow, creepy!”
For decades the most popular ghost story to be told and retold in the Chicago-area is none other than that of Resurrection Mary. Mary as she is supposedly known as(however, her identity is really unknown. There are a few different rumors that detail who she might be).Anyway…”Mary” was a beautiful, blonde-hair, blued-eyed young women who attended the O’Henry Ballroom dance back in the 1930′s(the O’Henry Ballroom is now known as the Willowbrook, located at 8900 Archer Avenue).
