Help! She's here!

Chapter 1 Bed Time Scare

 Aly was watching television. Her favorite show was on, and she dreaded the end of the episode. She knew that when it ended, her mother would make her turn off the TV.

Aly sat there, hoping the episode could be just a tiny bit longer, but all good things do come to an end. The credits started to roll, and as if she had been waiting by the door,  Aly's mother came into the room and turned off the television, "It's time to get ready."

"But, Mom. I don't want to!"

"No whining, Aly. Just get ready for bed, and don't forget to shower!"

Aly didn't want to, but she obeyed. Getting up, she stalked to the bathroom to shower pouting.

After getting ready, Aly went to her window. She had a chair there that was always facing out the window. She sat in it every night before going to bed. That chair was one of her favorite things in her room because she could observe the world without leaving the comfort of her home. She could sit there for hours watching the clouds and seeing how they changed.

She sat down in the chair as she always did. She stared out the window. Aly didn't sit in the chair to look at the sky this time. A black cat slinked into the bushed in the front yard, but Aly didn't see because she wasn't looking at the street.

She instead stared at an old, abandoned house directly across the street from her own. The house scared her more than anything in the world. Of course, Aly had a good reason to fear this house. She didn't fear it because it was abandoned or because it looked creepy. No, she feared it because of a story she had heard about it.

She had heard the story from an older boy a little over a year ago. He said that he had once had a friend named Timothy. Timothy had been dared to go into that house. The guy claimed to have waited outside for Timothy to come out for hours. He had been getting worried when he received a call from Timothy. Timothy was freaking out and saying something about a little girl. He was describing her dress. It was supposedly purple and ripped in many places. He mentioned that her hair was in pigtails before repeating the phrase "She's coming!" Then he screamed. After that there was silence, but the teenager could have sworn he heard a little girl giggling before the call ended. The police found Timothy's body the next day on the other side of town.

Aly swallowed, nervously. She fully believed that story because she had heard strange sounds coming from that house her entire life. Suddenly, a small dark figure dashed past a window. Then it passed another, and another. It was going so fast that it couldn't be human. Then it suddenly stopped by the window nearest to Aly's bedroom. She saw the silhouette of a little girl wearing a dress. Her hair was in pigtails.

Aly screamed and fell out of her chair in shock. She stood back up and looked again. The girl was gone. Terrified, Aly ran from her room and right into her mother.

Having heard the scream, Aly's mother had come upstairs quickly. After Aly ran into her, she grabbed her shoulders, "Are you okay, honey? What happened"

Aly looked up at her mother with tears in her eyes, "No!" She explained the story and the strange girl she had seen in the house.

"Do you want me to go check to see if there's a girl in the house?" Aly's mother asked, trying to calm her down.

"NO!" Aly screamed, "Sorry. She might hurt you like she hurt Timothy."

"Okay. Well, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I'm scared, Mom!" Aly said, shaking a little.

"I'm sure it was just your imagination. You were thinking about the story when you saw her, right?"

Aly sighed, "Well, yeah. I was."

"Well, there you go. You saw her because you were already scared. Fear makes the brain do weird things."

Aly wasn't completely convinced by this, but she decided not to put up a fight with her mother. Instead, she decided to pretend nothing had happened, "Can you just tuck me into bed please?"

"Sure."

They went into Aly's room. Aly turned on her nightlight and climbed into bed. Her mother sighed, "Look, that boy was probably just trying to scare you. Teenagers can be mean. Now, get some rest. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay. Love you, Mom." Aly muttered, trying to hide the fear still pulsing through her veins.

Her mother turned off the lights and left the room, closing the door behind her. Soon Aly fell into a dreamless sleep.