stories

story #1 The girl in the window. Chapter 1 As I watched the crows flying, after being spooked by my brother who was playing in the front yard. I thought about telling my mom, but then I would get in trouble because I was supposed to be watching him and making sure he did not get in trouble. I decided to not tell her and just let her figure it out herself. Ever since we moved here, I had a weird feeling that I was being watched. I try to not think about it but that just makes it worse. It might have something to do with the great house across the lake which people say is haunted. Sometimes I would look over at the great house and would see a little girl but when I looked again, she was gone. I had never dared to go over there, but my brother, who was always getting in trouble, was always trying to get close to the great house. I didn’t see my brother when he fell, but I heard his scream. I immediately ran down the stairs, opened the door and ran out of the house to see my brother, bleeding from the nose. He said that he saw a girl right before he fell, but I told him it was probably his imagination. “But I did see a girl. She looked like she was four years old and had blood stains on her dress.” he said, crying. He had just fallen off his swing, so how could he have remembered all of that, I thought as I helped him to his feet. When we got in the house I got the first-aid kit out and started cleaning up his bloody nose. “Pinch the bridge of your nose and look straight up.” I said to him, handing him a tissue. “Nooooo!” he yelled. I explained to him that doing that would help stop the blood flow. He eventually did what he was supposed to and I told him to go play in his room. After he left, I went to my room and locked the door behind me, and that's when I saw it. The words " I am coming". I started to panic, because this had not been the first time weird words had appeared around my house. Once, when I was eleven, I found the words " leave now " on the side of my house and it seemed to be written in some sort of black liquid. Last night, as I was reading my book in my bed I heard a scratch from under my bed. I looked under but there was nothing there. When I sat back up, I looked straight into my grandma’s mirror which she had given me when I was nine, and saw a little girl with jet black hair and a blood-stained white dress. “ Why did you do this to me?” she said in a hollow voice. “What do you mean?” I screamed as a reply to her, but when I looked back, she was already gone and in her place was the word” Anabell”. Chapter 2 And now today, with the creepy words in my room. I was really starting to freak out. Then, I felt it. A cold, dry hand on my shoulder. I looked to the right, and then all went black. I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat thinking it had just been a dream, but the words were still there and, had they gotten bigger? “Must just be my imagination.” I thought to myself as I got ready for the day. My parents were still asleep so I cleaned up the black liquid from my floor, every now and then looking behind me to make sure no one was watching. As I cleaned, I felt as if someone was watching me even though every time I turned around, nothing would be there. When my brother woke up, I went downstairs to fix him breakfast, a cold bowl of cereal and a glass of milk. After my parents left to work, I got to work on cleaning the house. My brother, of course, didn’t help whatsoever. Later as I was going through some old boxes, I saw a hunched over figure looking as if it was eating something. Then all of the sudden, it started crawling towards me at full speed. Panicking, I grabbed the nearest box and threw it at the figure. But that didn’t stop it, It continued towards me. Then I heard my brother's voice say “What are you doing Lucy?”. I opened my eyes to see my brother staring down at me, looking confused, as if I had just said the ocean is not a soup. I respond with “I don’t… ugh, just forget it.” As he helped me up, my ears pricked up because I started to hear a dripping sound coming from the kitchen. I started towards the sink nothing, but there was the sound again, a hollow yet alive dripping sound, drip drop drip. It sounded like it was coming from outside. I went and slipped in the mud and fell straight into the mud but it was tinged with scarlet. I went inside to wash the iron smelling mud off my hands. I turned on the tap and it started to run. I was light headed and when I started washing my hands it felt sticky and warm. I looked down, the sink was squirting Blood? BLOOD! I suddenly realized what was happening. I screamed and jumped away. I walked downstairs towards the basement and fumbled finding the light but when I did find it, I was horrified. My brother’s lifeless body was lying over the pipe, which connects to the plumbing, pouring blood. Where his eyes were supposed to be there were black sockets. The end. (for now)