The Death Of Me.

Crazed ghost

Ellie's pov:
I must kill them. I have to kill them. It's my job. It's almost time for me to re-see my death. It's their turn to suffer like I did. It doesn't matter if I like them, I have to kill them. Even if it hurts me, but I know it's going to hurt them even more.

"Ellie!" Boomed the loud boisterous voice of my murderer. My legs started moving towards him, I had no control of my movements. Finally I approached the tall brown haired, mossy eyed man that my mother married. "What!?" I screeched louder then I have at any one, my arms are firmly crossed against my small chest.

"You know what you have to do, kill the newcomers before I will! And I will take pleasure in re-killing you. Now once they're back kill them painfully and slow! Is that clear!" I nodded my head at his deep and threatening words he spoke to me. "I said is it clear!?" "Yes." I mumbled, I hate this guy. "Good." He sneered at me, finally he walked down the halls and into the master bedroom where, Kevin's aunt sleeps.

I guess I better prepare for killing, Kevin and his aunt. I went to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest knife I could find. I found the perfect knife, long, sharp and a perfect murder weapon. Now I just have to wait until they get back.

"Ellie, I changed my mind! Now come here!" Shoot that can't be good, this time my body started floating up, and I landed into the master bed room. "Heheheh I'll kill his aunt after I have some fun with her." I know what he meant when he said he'll have some fun. That perverted creep!

Poor Bell, she doesn't deserve for that to happen. "What about my mom?" "Oh she's long gone, she's already dead." Oh how he sounded pleased with that. "You get to kill Kevin and maybe have fun with it." Disgusting, I like Kevin but i could never do that to him. I'm only thirteen but in ghost years I'm around six hundred twenty-seven years old.