Your worst Nightmare

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The stories inside this book, go from scary to horrifying as you read.... So just how far can you get through the book?

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I shivered and glanced back quickly over my shoulder. Is it my imagination, or is someone following me?

'It must be my imagination.' I thought bitterly to myself.

But why was it so dark? And why weren't there any streetlights on this part of town? It was bad enough that I had to walk past the creepy cemetery by myself. At least there could have been a little moonlight to keep me company.

My sneakers thudded on the cold sidewalk as I walked home.

I listened again for the footsteps behind me. But the only noise was that from my shoes and the shrill howl of a cat somewhere far in the distance.

'Why am I walking home alone in the creepiest part of town at this time of night?' I furiously ask myself as I continue my long journey home.

I shake my head, frowning and pick up my pace. Wanting to get home as quickly as I could, so I could warm up.

If only me and Zoey didn't get into that stupid fight! I could have gotten a ride home from her, just like any other night.

But, no! shaking my head one more as I silently scold myself. Why do I always have to be so stubborn? Why do I always have to be the one who is right, all the stupid time?

I can't even rememder what started the stupid fight in the first place. Me and Zoey were talking and laughing, as usual, pretending to do our homework like always.

Somehow the conversation turned to the topic of ghosts.

"I saw one." Zoey told me casually.

"Last night. I was walking past the old cemetery by the run down barn on my way home from Kevin's house."

"Right!" I said while laughing.

"What a man with a cleaver. Wearing a hockey mask. Yeah, nice try but I seen that movie." I told her sarcasticly.

A dreamy look passed across her face. She had her long brown hair pulled back from her pretty face into a messy ponytail.

"No." She said softly.

"It was a woman. A woman in an old fashion wedding dress. She floated up from the grave and stared at me for a couple of seconds. Then she disappeared."

"That's all?" I said disappointed. "That’s not much of a ghost story."

"It's not a story! It was real and it happened to me!" She insisted.

Frowning she turned her attention back to her history homework. Angrily she started to erase one of her answers and started to rewrite it. I felt myself start to get angry.

"Come on, Zoey! You don't really expect me to believe your stupid story!"

Zoey glanced up from her paper.

"Excuse me?"

"You don't really expect me to believe that you happened to see a ghost, do you?" I snapped at her through my teeth.

"Of course I do. You're my best friend! If you don't believe me then who will?" She said sadly

I didn't answer her. She returned to her homework and started to write down another answer. I tried to work on my homework too, but I couldn't concentrate. Somehow the story had gotten under my skin.