The Shack

The ghost

I tried to get up but it felt like something was weighing me down. I lay there hopeless, unable to move or call for help. I drift off to sleep knowing that the only help I'm gonna get is, I stop after I realize that nobody is coming down here to help, ever since the incident. The rumor is that a few years back, two girls were dared to spend the night in the shack. The next morning the two girls were found dead in a pond nearby, both with a slit in their neck. Ever since, nobody dared to pass the gates.

So there I was, face down, squirming. Then I heard a voice but nobody was there. There it was again, saying the same thing over again. "Why did you trespass? You wont leave alive." I stop squirming and just listen, I feel like the weight is lifting off of my body. I slowly get up and try to leave because I know this place was up to no good. As I was walking towards the gate, something pulled me back, I couldn't get free. I was pulled into the shack and the door slammed shut. It was just me, the shack, and something else that wasn't gonna stop until it got what it wanted.

I sit on the floor wondering why my curiosity has always got the best of me. If I wasn't so curious I wouldn't have ever ended up in this mess. I stop scolding myself, knowing its no use. I try to think of a plan to get out of here, when something, more like someone interrupts my thinking.

There I was face to face with the ghost, or so I thought. I couldn't really tell, since I'm human and he/she was a ghost. The ghost could see me but I couldn't see him/her. I stared straight ahead hoping I wouldn't look into the eyes of the ghost. Then I heard trees crashing down, one fell straight in the middle of the shack and it was my time to run. I ran past the trees, dodging them as they fell. I finally reached the gate when I was knocked out.

I cant remember a lot of stuff that happened before I ended up here. I am hung in a tree and there was no way down. I felt a breeze once again but this time it was different. It felt like more then one ghost was there. They were teasing with me, one minute they would be there and the next everything was still. Atleast nobody else would make the same mistake I did, especially now since the shack was knocked down. That's one less thing that I have to worry about. What am I saying? I though to myself. Who said I have to worry about anything? I just need to get out of this tree and run far away from here. But what if someone else makes the same mistake as me? As I was about to answer my own question I felt the breeze again. This time it didn't go away, it stood right next to me.