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By bailee All Rights Reserved ©

Thriller / Horror


Dark black storm clouds were spinning on an oddly cold October night. I couldn't remember when it had ever been so cold on Halloween night. I crossed my arms over my chest hoping that would make the cold more bearable. I stood on the street watching the little children in their costumes trick or treating. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned and glanced over my shoulder to see my best friend Callie.

“Geez, Katherine, don't you think you are a little jumpy tonight?” Callie asked with a smirk on her face, her dark brown hair in a ponytail.

I narrowed my eyes into a cold glare at my best friend. “You scared me. Where is Ben?” I asked “The two of you were supposed to meet me an hour ago.” Yet, I should know by now that my boyfriend, Ben, is never on time.

Callie looked around and shrugged. “I don't know, Katherine, do you really think this is wise going to that house? Haven't you heard what happened in there?” A hint of terror glistened in Callie’s eyes.

Ben walked up to me with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Come on, Callie, don't be a baby,” he said smiling at me.

I turned and gave my full attention towards Callie. “Yes, I know what happened there. An eight year old girl was murdered there.” I said and turned towards the direction of the house. The house was just right on the edges of town.

Ben turned with me, and the two of us starting walking towards the edge of town. I glanced over to see Callie debating with herself whether to go or not. A smile formed across my face when she caught up to Ben and me.

“This is going to be fun. I mean, what are the chances that ghosts actually exist, and even if they do they can't touch you. I mean, I have weird things happening all the time in my house. I will find objects moved and no one is home. Sometimes I hear whispers, but that does not mean anything.” I told my two best friends, but I don’t even believe they heard me.

Shaking her head, Callie sighed softly to herself. “The two of you certainly know how to anger a ghost.”

After walking for a little bit we arrived at the house. A chill ran through my body as we stood in the drive-way. The house had been abandoned for a while now. The grass was overgrown, windows had been broken, and the house seemed pitch black. There was no source of light. It was one of the only two story houses in the whole town.

We all started walking up the drive-way of the house and into the doorway when Callie paused and turned towards us. “You know, we are the stupid white people in the movies that the whole audience is screaming ‘don't go in there.’ Can't we just listen to them for once?”

“This isn't a movie, Callie!” Ben’s temper showed clearly in his tone. “Either shut up or go home. I'm not in the mood to listen to you try to talk Katherine and me out of this.”

I turned towards Callie and nodded my head. “Callie, please just once don't be a baby.”

A hurt expression spread across Callie’s face, but she walked into the house with us. I glanced around the house. It was colder in the house than it felt outside. I had Goosebumps on my arms. I could feel the hair on the back of my neck standing on edge. I turned and looked around; the feeling that someone was watching me was strong.

Ben and Callie started up the stairs and a voice in the back of my head told me not to follow them. The stairs creaked with each step I took. My blood felt like it ran cold. I made it to the second floor as an uneasy feeling washed over me.

Ben pulled out a flashlight, that I didn't understand why he didn't use earlier. As he shined it across the room, horror washed over me. Blood stains were across all the walls. It appeared like the girl had been beaten to death.

I turned and looked in horror at Ben, then at Callie. I moved closer to them. Suddenly I heard a voice that I had never heard before. It sounded like a little girl giggle. “They said I was crazy,” the voice was like a little girl. Like an eight year old girl.

“What the...” I began but the fear stopped me from finishing my sentence. The hallways echoed like someone was skipping down them, but there was no one in here but us.

Callie turned towards Ben. “Ben, if this is some kind of practical joke I swear to god I'll kill you.” Her eyes were filled with terror.

Even though, Ben did like to play jokes like this. Ben lifted up his hands in defense. “N...No...Callie. This isn't me.” The terror filled Ben voice. Never had I seen my boyfriend that scared before.

The giggling got louder, but it also became more twisted. “They said I was crazy,” the voice spoke, but I couldn't tell where it was coming from. “They said it was wrong to kill people, and that I had to die.”

I looked around and I turned and glanced at where Ben was shining his light. Suddenly an eight year old girl appeared. The girl was in pajamas except that they were bloody. Blood dripped down her face and onto the floor. Her eyes were a pitch black and filled with nothing but evil. An evil smirk spread across her face. “They said an eight year old shouldn't kill people, so they killed me. They didn't realize that even dead I would get to continue my work.”

I looked at the little girl standing in the hallway, and then at Ben and Callie. “You can't hurt us. You're not real.” I was more trying to convince myself than her.

The little girl giggled. “Please, do you know who I am? I still remember the look on my mother’s face on my first kill. She said that I had been a bad girl. ‘Eve, look at what you’ve done.’ She was afraid of me as you should be.” Eve said with a smirk.

Eve disappeared and then a loud clash came when Ben's flashlight hit the ground. I turned and glanced around trying to find Ben. I slowly picked up the flashlight, my hands shaking with fear. I looked around with the flashlight. My stomach churned when I saw him.

Ben was hanging upside down in mid-air, but there was nothing holding him up. His throat had been slashed so blood was running out of it onto the floor, the dark red liquid dripped down the wall. Eve appeared next to the blood pool and wiped some onto her hands. Eve then licked Ben’s blood with a smirk. She turned towards Callie and me. “Who's next?”

Callie and I shook our heads no, and ran down the stairs. I wanted to scream, and cry. I tried to scream but nothing came out. As I ran down the stairs, I tripped down them. I cursed as I landed on the bottom. I turned and looked and Callie was gone. “Callie?” I asked, but I was afraid of the answer that I would receive.

I could hear Eve giggling in the kitchen. I slowly made myself walk towards the room. I walked into the kitchen and saw Callie on the table. Callie’s throat had been cut like Ben's throat had, but the way the throat had been cut a name had been carved into it; my name. Katherine had been carved into my best friend’s throat. A red stain of Callie’s blood appeared over Eve's mouth.

“Why?” I asked. I couldn't bring myself to understand why such a little girl could be capable of this.

The smirk from Eve's face disappeared and anger replaced it. “Why? Why is such a popular question at the end. Everyone wants a motive, and you know what mine is? I like to kill people. It's easy, I like the thrill. They killed me and hoped that it would all go away. It's only made me more powerful, Katherine.”

Eve then pushed me onto Callie, and blood appeared all over my shirt. I couldn't bring myself to look at my best friend. Eve smirked and laughed at me. “You know, I was going to kill you, but I think I've changed my mind.”

“Just let me go.” I whimpered. I turned towards Eve, the ghost of an eight year old serial killer. “Please, Eve, you're a better person than this.”

Eve simply giggled and skipped over to me. “No, I'm not going to do that either. I'm going to frame you for murdering your best friends. Come on, Katherine, no one is going to believe that a ghost did this. You said it yourself; ghosts can't touch people.”

I turned; shocked that Eve had known that. I had said that when we weren't at the house. “You don't belong at this house do you?”

“Well, technically yes, but not in the way you think. I've been following you for a long time. All those time you've felt you were being watched, all those times objects have been moved; it was me. I'm going to be with you for the rest of your life.”

I fell onto the floor and started crying. Eve then disappeared and let me cry on the floor. I couldn't stop myself. I had Callie and Ben's blood all over me.

Soon the police arrived and they took me away. They started asking me questions about Ben and Callie. All I could say was that it was Eve, a ghost. I knew they didn't believe me. They thought I was playing crazy.

I'm sitting in a jail cell, and I can still hear Eve’s giggles and her skipping down the halls of the jail. No one will ever believe me about Eve. I'll go to prison for murdering my best friend, and my boyfriend. I'll always have Eve with me, until the day I die. Ghosts are very real. They can hurt me, they can hurt everyone.

I know what I have to do to get rid of Eve. During the night when the guards are asleep I have decided that this is something I have to do. It's the only way that I will be free from Eve. Death will be my save place. "It's time," I whisper.

"You won't ever be free from me." I hear Eve giggling down the hall. She's right, I won't.

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