Awesome idea for an original ghost story, though it's probably been done before.
The orphanage is abandoned now....All the children have grown up and left, going on to lead good lives, never thinking of their horrible past there. But still people hear screams of pain from the deepest bowels of the boiler room late at night. The cruel man who ran the place is there and he is paying for his crimes, suffering the same abuse he inflicted on the younger children when he was bored, the same torment he put the older children through and all the cruel, senseless brutality. The tortured soul who calls the place home is sure of it. The man is raped with all manner of objects, he's burned with hot oil and boiling water, sometimes just an open flame, this spirit has no limit to resources. Beatings, mutilation, complete agony, he will suffer it for all eternity because of his cruelty towards those to weak to defend themselves. But to truly understand why, we must venture back to when this all began.
Early on in the mid-eighteen hundreds, a young boy named Alden sneaked out of his bed. The orphan master had taken his stuffed bear because he claimed that ten was too old for one. Alden disagreed and he wanted his bear, so he wandered the darkened halls of the orphanage with a little gas lamp as his only light. He arrived in the hidden room he knew the orphan master kept confiscated things in, Alden was certain he was the only one who knew of the room besides the orphan master himself.
Alden had put so much work into finding this place and now he would have his favorite toy. The orphanage was large, though, not being entirely sure of the way, it took him almost an hour to find the room, deep within the orphanage in the old part the orphans were not allowed. This part had been a dungeon back in the days of knights and lords, it was even below the boiler room. Alden had to admit, being alone and so deep in the orphanage in the dark so late at night was frightening, but still, he did not care, he needed that bear. He gulped and continued on, but the orphan master was there waiting. It hadn't taken him nearly as long to find it because he had stumbled across it as a child and marked his way here. His father had owned the orphanage before him and he had been allowed to play on the grounds, however, where his father had been kind to the children, his son felt entitled because he had parents. He would mock and torment the other orphans, so he often played alone since that was something his father did not tolerate. One day, he and his school friends were visiting the orphanage and in their wanderings happened to find this place. They marked the path, thinking it an interesting hide-away and marked it down for future reference.
Alden squeaked in terror when he saw the orphan master, standing there with a look on his face right out of a nightmare. "Come for your precious stuffy, have you, little one?" He smirked, holding Alden's bear infront of him. "Unfortunately, because you've found my secret place, you've forfeit your right to live. Fortunately no one ever looked at you for adoption while you've been here, your mother was a whore before she dumped you here to die, you're nothing." The orphan master laughed. Alden tried to punch him, he didn't remember his mother, but she'd left him that bear and a note about how much she had loved him, he didn't have to listen to this insult of her. However, the orphan master was stronger, he struck Alden to the floor and spat on him. "You know, I think I'll teach you a lesson before I end your pathetic existence, boy." He smirked. Alden's screams were the loudest he'd ever screamed, but they didn't carry through so many levels of stone and certainly none of the guards would care, they were all the orphan master's childhood friends.
Mercifully, as Alden lay there, beaten, burnt, bleeding and naked, the orphan master slit his pale, bruised little throat. His eyes, which were blinded from fear and weakness in his last moments, slid closed and ten year old Alden died right there on the floor with one final weak spasm. Orphan master buried him in an unmarked grave in a corner of the room where the floor had come up to reveal dirt in the past few centuries.
No one spoke about Alden again. At least not publicly. Years later, in eighteen eighty, the orphan master, now about fifty-two, was still terrorizing his young charges. He and his guards abused them in every manner possible every chance they got. But the children spoke to each other of a strange, shadowy entity that wandered the halls at night. Sometimes, a bandaged and broken hand would slide a present out from the shadowy corner, or a pair of glowing blue eyes seemed to watch over the children as they slept. One boy who lived in the orphanage had been born in Greece and he had given the watchful guardian a name: 'Alexander'. It was a name which meant 'defender of the people' in his language.
The children were unaware, but Alexander had a darker side to his duties as defender as well. When ever a guard or the orphan master walked the halls, they had the unsettling, eerie feeling of being watched. Sometimes, a pair of evil looking red eyes or a mangled hand with broken, claw-like nails would appear from a shadowy corner, but when they aimed their lamp to the corner, there was nothing there. A creepily sweet little music box melody wafted throughout the orphanage late at night when the entity drew close and got distorted like a sound from hell itself when it appeared, returning to its sweet peaceful sound and fading as it left.
One day, the children thought Alexander must be lonely and since he was so nice to them, they should bring him a little present to be his friend. They chose to give him an old, worn bear that Chris, who had named Alexander, had found one day in the orphan master's office when he'd been in for punishment. That day, a young girl named Emily was being punished for speaking out of turn. She hurt and cried, of course, it was a horrible thing. However, while she was there, she stole the bear as Alexander's present. When Emily brought it back to the sleeping room, the other children agreed tonight they would find where the creature lived and present him with this little thank you.
That night with candles to light their way and Chris in the center holding the bear, the children marched to the dungeon, it took them two hours to find it, frequently getting lost, but they finally did. They left the bear on the small patch of dirt and chorused their thank yous to Alexander for making their miserable existence a bit brighter.
Unfortunately, the orphan master found them. He and the guards swarmed in, intent upon brutally punishing the children for finding this place and disobeying. All seemed lost for the little ones, but suddenly, a horrible shriek shook the room to its foundations and the adults began to drop, blood pouring from their ears and eyes. Only the orphan master was left. The children watched in awe as a mangled, bloody hand clad in bandages and with jagged broken nails reached out and dragged the orphan master to his final punishment. The music box sound that always played when Alexander arrived was more frantic and hellish than ever! Finally, it stopped and became a sweet twinkling as he took the bear and murmured a shaky, gravelly 'thank you' as though he had not spoken in years. A new orphan master was appointed after a police investigation failed to turn up the old one and Alexander was never seen again, though people can still hear the screams of the orphan master from deep beneath the place late at night, though it has been closed for years.
Early on in the mid-eighteen hundreds, a young boy named Alden sneaked out of his bed. The orphan master had taken his stuffed bear because he claimed that ten was too old for one. Alden disagreed and he wanted his bear, so he wandered the darkened halls of the orphanage with a little gas lamp as his only light. He arrived in the hidden room he knew the orphan master kept confiscated things in, Alden was certain he was the only one who knew of the room besides the orphan master himself.
Alden had put so much work into finding this place and now he would have his favorite toy. The orphanage was large, though, not being entirely sure of the way, it took him almost an hour to find the room, deep within the orphanage in the old part the orphans were not allowed. This part had been a dungeon back in the days of knights and lords, it was even below the boiler room. Alden had to admit, being alone and so deep in the orphanage in the dark so late at night was frightening, but still, he did not care, he needed that bear. He gulped and continued on, but the orphan master was there waiting. It hadn't taken him nearly as long to find it because he had stumbled across it as a child and marked his way here. His father had owned the orphanage before him and he had been allowed to play on the grounds, however, where his father had been kind to the children, his son felt entitled because he had parents. He would mock and torment the other orphans, so he often played alone since that was something his father did not tolerate. One day, he and his school friends were visiting the orphanage and in their wanderings happened to find this place. They marked the path, thinking it an interesting hide-away and marked it down for future reference.
Alden squeaked in terror when he saw the orphan master, standing there with a look on his face right out of a nightmare. "Come for your precious stuffy, have you, little one?" He smirked, holding Alden's bear infront of him. "Unfortunately, because you've found my secret place, you've forfeit your right to live. Fortunately no one ever looked at you for adoption while you've been here, your mother was a whore before she dumped you here to die, you're nothing." The orphan master laughed. Alden tried to punch him, he didn't remember his mother, but she'd left him that bear and a note about how much she had loved him, he didn't have to listen to this insult of her. However, the orphan master was stronger, he struck Alden to the floor and spat on him. "You know, I think I'll teach you a lesson before I end your pathetic existence, boy." He smirked. Alden's screams were the loudest he'd ever screamed, but they didn't carry through so many levels of stone and certainly none of the guards would care, they were all the orphan master's childhood friends.
Mercifully, as Alden lay there, beaten, burnt, bleeding and naked, the orphan master slit his pale, bruised little throat. His eyes, which were blinded from fear and weakness in his last moments, slid closed and ten year old Alden died right there on the floor with one final weak spasm. Orphan master buried him in an unmarked grave in a corner of the room where the floor had come up to reveal dirt in the past few centuries.
No one spoke about Alden again. At least not publicly. Years later, in eighteen eighty, the orphan master, now about fifty-two, was still terrorizing his young charges. He and his guards abused them in every manner possible every chance they got. But the children spoke to each other of a strange, shadowy entity that wandered the halls at night. Sometimes, a bandaged and broken hand would slide a present out from the shadowy corner, or a pair of glowing blue eyes seemed to watch over the children as they slept. One boy who lived in the orphanage had been born in Greece and he had given the watchful guardian a name: 'Alexander'. It was a name which meant 'defender of the people' in his language.
The children were unaware, but Alexander had a darker side to his duties as defender as well. When ever a guard or the orphan master walked the halls, they had the unsettling, eerie feeling of being watched. Sometimes, a pair of evil looking red eyes or a mangled hand with broken, claw-like nails would appear from a shadowy corner, but when they aimed their lamp to the corner, there was nothing there. A creepily sweet little music box melody wafted throughout the orphanage late at night when the entity drew close and got distorted like a sound from hell itself when it appeared, returning to its sweet peaceful sound and fading as it left.
One day, the children thought Alexander must be lonely and since he was so nice to them, they should bring him a little present to be his friend. They chose to give him an old, worn bear that Chris, who had named Alexander, had found one day in the orphan master's office when he'd been in for punishment. That day, a young girl named Emily was being punished for speaking out of turn. She hurt and cried, of course, it was a horrible thing. However, while she was there, she stole the bear as Alexander's present. When Emily brought it back to the sleeping room, the other children agreed tonight they would find where the creature lived and present him with this little thank you.
That night with candles to light their way and Chris in the center holding the bear, the children marched to the dungeon, it took them two hours to find it, frequently getting lost, but they finally did. They left the bear on the small patch of dirt and chorused their thank yous to Alexander for making their miserable existence a bit brighter.
Unfortunately, the orphan master found them. He and the guards swarmed in, intent upon brutally punishing the children for finding this place and disobeying. All seemed lost for the little ones, but suddenly, a horrible shriek shook the room to its foundations and the adults began to drop, blood pouring from their ears and eyes. Only the orphan master was left. The children watched in awe as a mangled, bloody hand clad in bandages and with jagged broken nails reached out and dragged the orphan master to his final punishment. The music box sound that always played when Alexander arrived was more frantic and hellish than ever! Finally, it stopped and became a sweet twinkling as he took the bear and murmured a shaky, gravelly 'thank you' as though he had not spoken in years. A new orphan master was appointed after a police investigation failed to turn up the old one and Alexander was never seen again, though people can still hear the screams of the orphan master from deep beneath the place late at night, though it has been closed for years.