Ghost Child

It's a cloudy Friday night, I'm walking home from a long day working at the retirement home. I'm tired and desperately need a shower. I'm not in the mood for walking but I have to because, exhibit a, my car won't start and the mechanic is closed so I can't get a tow until Monday and, exhibit b, I have no one to ask to drive me home. It looks like it's about to rain.

Wait it is raining. Great.

I'm walking along a backstreet about a kilometre away from my apartment. It's dark and there is only a flickering street lamp illuminating the street. I walk more cautiously.

I hear footsteps and laughing but I look around me and I see nothing not even a stray cat or dog. I'm getting to my apartment. The rain is heaving, there's thunder and lightning and somehow the night seems darker.

I approach the apartment building but just before I walk inside something is blocking my way. Or should I say someone.

It's a little girl.

She looks about five. Her skin is pale, she has deep blue eyes with long straight dark blonde hair which is tied into two pig tails that have blue ribbons that match her dress. She looks lost and helpless.

I kneel down so we are eye level. "Are you lost?" I ask full of concern.

She looked me in the eye. "No, I was looking for you" she stated.

Why would she be looking for me? I think to myself.

Then she does something that caught me by surprised.

She turns and runs into the building.

I run after her. She is running up the stairs laughing and something turning around seeing if I'm following but each time she turns around my blood runs cold. Her once blue eyes are now a deep red almost the colour of blood. Her skin looks like something is trying to claw its way out from inside her.

It was only now that I realized she stopped. But she didn't just stop anywhere she stopped in front of my apartment.

She turned around and smiled evilly towards me. She opened my door and I'm almost certain I closed it this morning.

I think it's my imagination nut she looks like she's flickering but she can't be, right?

I walk in after her slowly. She is prancing around like she playing with me. But I'm getting really creeped out. She suddenly stops and turns towards me. She's smiling wildly. But instead of straight teeth, but instead she has two sets of sharp teeth. She starts giggling. I turn around and try to run but she just appears in front of me, blocking my way to the door. All of a sudden the door slams shut, echoing in the small apartment. There is no wind, nothing was touching the door so she closed it somehow.

I start backwards cowering away from her sick, twisted face.

She starts running towards me with long talon looking nails. I grab the closest thing near me. Which is, thankfully, a pair of scissors. I swing at her, but she skilfully dodges it and counter acted by swinging her nails towards my face. She scrapes my left cheek drawing blood. I turn and run for the bedroom but she is already in there. I next turn and run for the phone. I pick up the phone, but before I even dial the police, I hear heaving breathing on the line.

"Hello?" I ask while hiding in the closet. They begin laughing evilly. I hang up the phone but it won't end the call. They start talking lowly to me.

"Why are you hiding when I know where you are?" I realize it's the little girl's voice but it's deep and sadistic.

Next thing I know the door's being banged on. I try to hide myself behind the clothes but I know it's no good.

I swing the door fast and quick hoping to knock her over but she just passed through the door. How is that even possible? I gasp but I don't stop I run until I'm just at the door.

When I see her she's still looking at me like she's playing a game and she's winning. It's only then I realize she has something in her hand. It's a knife, a very sharp knife. She starts walking to me getting faster and faster. I'm walking backwards but I bump into something and fall backwards hitting my head on something hard and my vision is blurry now.

I'm starting to see doubles but that doesn't stop me from crawling backwards. She's right in front of me. She starting to cut into my legs but I kick and thrash as much as I can but it's like I'm being held down by someone. She start carving names into my legs but I don't know them.

"These are the people I've killed" she said sadistically.

I try to scream as loud as I can but I can't hear anything come out of my mouth. Once she's done with my legs she starts putting more names on my arms and I feel myself start drifting off to sleep from blood loss but she slaps me.

"Stay awake! I want you to feel all of the pain."

I'm on the verge of falling asleep. She has cut every part on my body. I went numb long ago but she never let me fall asleep. She looks me over and smiles. This time I'm not going to let her keep me awake.

I start to close my eye she's screaming at me but I don't listen. She starts to kick me but that doesn't stop me. I feel myself going limp.

Then there's nothing. I feel nothing. I am dead.

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