Mitchell's mind was racing, his heart beat, and he felt like he might have a heart attack. He sprint farther into the woods, the mist getting thicker.
He wanted to throw up, he couldn't take this amount of sorrow and heartbreak in one day. His stomach churned, and he had to stop. Mitchell walked to a patch of bushes and threw up his dinner. Tears flowed from his brown eyes. He walked out of the bushes and sat down on some sweet smelling wildflowers.
Mitchell stared at the dirty black and blue scarf. His eyes welled up, his lip quivering, trying not to cry. He screamed into the scarf and bawled like a baby.
Mitchell wiped the tears with his dusty Fall Out Boy tank top, and stood up straight. He stretched out his legs for a bit. He climbed up the tree, and tied the scarf to the lowest branch. The boy hopped off the branch, then grasped the end of it. He climbed back up, then tied the scarf around his neck.
He started to think what a waste of money it'd be to his parents if he hung himself now, and if Eric was even dead. Mitchell proceeded to untie the scarf, when the ghostly figure appeared on a branch, swinging her legs like an impatient child.
"HEHEHE. HI MITCHELL," it said.
Mitchell yelled, and tried to untie the scarf as quickly as he could, but the ghost already got to him. He found himself grasping the branch with one hand, struggling to keep his grip.
The ghost noticed him hanging on, and stomped on his fingers.
"GOODBYE WASTE OF LIFE," it uttered out.
He swung back and forth. The ghost giggled at this, and skipped to find her next victim.
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HorrorUPDATE 06/15/18 I AM GOING TO REWRITE THIS SOMETIME SOON :-] This is the sequel!!! Read "Amber Alert" by CajaLives and I to understand the story. But really //READ// the first one you have to to understand the story. Also please be sure to read "Amb...
