Horrifying Tales

Just Scary Things~

There is a girl named Jeanette MonFleuré who lives in the Aix-En-Province, aka Southern France. [honhonhon okay okay I'll shut up and continue writing XD] Anyways, she has a strange interest: coming up with scary ghost stories, or any scary stories really. Her friends adored her stories at sleepovers and she would come up with them in just a moment, right in the spot. She had a natural talent for it. She is a bold, courageous young girl who is not afraid of anything....well that's what she thought at first...

It was a cold, stormy night and she shivered under her covers in her bed. She wasn't shivering in fear, no no...just cold is all. She was texting her wonderful friends scary stories on her iPhone 6. Her parents had died in a plane crash so now she basically lived alone. Her aunt lived across the street and checked on her every day. But at night, they slept in different houses. So, Jeanette was all alone in her parent's former home.

~Jeanette's P.O.V~

The wind howled and oddly sounded like screaming. I brushed away the fearful thought that had sprung into my mind and decided I should try to get some sleep. I texted my friends goodnight and set my phone on the nightstand. That's when the terror begun.

I heard the sound of a baby laughing. Usually it is a joyful sound to hear a baby's laughter....but it was 2 AM and I live alone. I snuggled up in the covers, and gripped onto my teddy bear tightly, yes I still own a teddy bear, so what?

I heard scratching from the other side of the door, usually my dog would do the same....but the dog had died of depression shortly after my parents death. Now I was horrified...I admit it...I'm scared.

My phone lit up, indicating I have a text. I turned my phone on and saw a picture was sent from an unknown number....it was of me.....hiding under the covers clutching my teddy bear. OHMIGOSH, WHAT?!!!

I started rocking back and forth on my bed in the fetal position, terrified. I heard the knocking on the glass, I assumed it was just a tree branch brushing up against the window. I was wrong...I heard it again...coming from the mirror on the other side of my bedroom.

I was about to call my aunt, when I got another text from the same number...this time another two pictures were sent. One of me.....another of a terrifying lady with no eyes, a pale, bloodstained face, f-from....the mirror on the other side of the room.

It's too late now. Before I could cry for help, I felt my chest which had a knife plunged into it, my chest was warm by the odd sensation of my blood flowing out. My entire shirt was soaked with blood. I saw the woman in front if me, who remained expressionless as she decapitated, me and my head rolled under the bed, as my headless corpse became the newest haunter in the mirror.

Two years later....a family moved in, and a little six year old girl had lost her three brothers and parents in a car crash....now it is my time to be replaced and be freed if this blood lusting new life choice.