I shouldn't have told him.How can someone be so deceiving? How someone coax you so easily to tell him everything so that the next thing he does is betray you? Am I the only person who can't distinguish between what he is inside and outside or is it because of his exceptional talent in acting?
A small tear escaped from my eye. I lay on my bed sprawled under the bedsheets. I was trying my best to not to think about anything, but all I ended up doing was think about everything over and over again.
I felt so empty inside, like my guts have been sucked out and I've left with nothing inside, I felt alone.
After all that crying my throat felt hoarse. I moved out of bed and headed for the kitchen, opening the door to my room I was met with a foul odor. It was nothing new to me, that stench outside my door had been there throughout my stay here in this house. Infact, I would be surprised if it wouldn't have been there. And yes, that stench had been growing each day just like any other dread here.
Covering my nose with my hand I stepped away and walked downstairs.
I poured myself a glass of water and drank, another glass followed. I never knew that I was so thirsty.I slumped myself onto a nearby dining chair, and relaxed for a bit, enjoying the feeling of cold water crawling down to my stomach.
I wondered when would be the right time to tell my mother about everything. Oh yes, my mother was back from her trip. She hugged me tight as soon as I opened the door for her earlier this evening. She looked exhausted from her trip, it might have not turned out to be the way I expected it to be. Dark circles were present under her eyes, and her shoulders slumped down. It was very unusual for her. I mean, my mother was always presentable no matter how much exhausted she was, she always carried herself elegantly. It looked like her work trip had taken a toll on her.
Seeing her that way was sickening for me, so I made her have dinner earlier than usual so she could retire early tonight and have as much rest as she can.
I stared into space when a white, silvery almost transparent thing near the stairway caught my attention.
I jerked my head towards it, narrowing my eyes at it to get a better look to what it was. It was growing bigger and more solid with each second.When it finally stopped, my eyes grew wide and my mouth fell open. I gaped at the translucent figure of a petite little girl. My heart thudded within my chest, It was so loud that I could hear it. My arms and legs felt cold. She was the same girl I saw in the pictures, the same girl I saw running into my room giggling. But today, she wasn't giggling, she wasn't happy, She stared at me with a glum expression. Some sort of white substance stuck at the corner of her chapped bluish lips. Occasionally, she turned her head up towards the stairway.
"What do you want?" I blurted, my voice cracking at the end.
I don't know where that question came from. Although the question was very appropriate. I never formed it in my head, I said it without thinking.
When I saw that she isn't responding, intead she was was looking towards the stairway. I matched her actions and tried to look for something she was so busy looking at, but there was only an empty staircase. I looked back at her confused then asked another question.
"Who are you, and why are you after me?"
I don't know where all that courage came from but maybe it's better to seek answers from the victim itself. She kept glancing upstairs ignoring my questions completely, as if I never said anything. After a few minutes, her sad expression changed to what I assume to be a frustrated or a panicked one.
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Haunting
HorrorNormally When a 17 year old teen girl moves to a new town and a new house the only problems she faces are lack of friends and how on this earth will she be able adjust in her new sorroundings .. But with Allison Staurt this isn't the case .. When al...