I'm Watching You (#JustWriteIt)

I'm Watching You

"Hey, Freya! You going to Sophia's partyblater tonight?" A long haired brunette that reaches the top of her bottom, Salia Timbancaya, asks her friend, Freya Tallorin.

It was Friday and school had just ended in Laguna High. Most students had already gone home except for a few others stuck in detention or training for an upcoming game.

"My mom says yes but my dad says no." Freya sigh as she pushed her dark brown her away from her face.

They walked side to side each other on the way home while casually changing the topic.

Their topic went from party, parents, school, homeworks, boys, Halloween and then to ghost. Telling each other scary ghost stories they heard or read on Wattpad as they came into their first stop, Freya's house.

"... 'Mommy, daddy, will you throw me off the cliff again?'" Salia whispers in a creepy manner trying to scare her friend who only laughed and shook her head.

"Okay, okay, that's enough ghost stories for today." They both said their goodbyes as Salia walked away and Freya enters her house.

When she got inside, she stopped her tracks and froze on the spot. She slightly furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the light coming from the kitchen.

'Mom and dad aren't supposed to be home till tomorrow...'

She looked around for something she could use as a weapon and saw her dad's baseball bat. She grabbed it and quietly made her way to the kitchen.

She tried to control her breathing as she backed on the wall before jumping forward in front of the kitchen door with the bat raised.

'... No one's here.'

She carefully examined the place on the spot. Everything looked normal except for the bowl of spaghetti on the table.

Her parents left at the same time as her. The door was locked when she entered. And she was pretty damn sure she turned the kitchen lights off and made sure everything was inside the cupboards and fridge before leaving the house.

So, why on earth is there a bowl of spaghetti on the table?

She lowered her bat a little but still kept her guard up as she ade her way to the table. The whole house was silent. The only sound was her breathing as she tried to control it once again.

She would've been in a slightly better condition if she and Salia hadn't told scary ghost stories on the way home.

'Oh, dear God... Please don't tell me a ghost made spaghetti for me.'

With her left hand, she removed it from the bat and touched the side of the bowl.

'Cold. I remember we ate spaghetti last night so this probably came from inside the fridge.'

She then placed the bat down the table as she picked the bowl up and heated it in the microwave.

'But it was inside the fridge... How is it outside?'

She turned away from the microwave and decided to check upstairs when cometh ng pink caught her eye.

It was a post-it note sticked on the fridge. She got the note and read, "Heat it up and eat okay?'... From who?"

Her mother always ends a note with a 'love mom' or 'mom' while her father simply ends it with 'dad'.

'Maybe they forgot putting it since they were in a hurry? No, no that can't be it.. We left at the same time together... Maybe they came back?'

As she thought of this, she was already upstairs still with the bat in hand and got dressed for a party.

She wore a black skirt with a white top with a cat in black on it. Earrings, necklace and watch and she was set.

She looked at herself at the mirror and smiled.

"I guess some flats will do..."

While she was looking down her feet, kneeling on one leg and putting on her flats, she felt coldness coming from behind her.

She looked at her bedroom window and saw it closed. She slowly stood up facing, once again, the mirror.

This time, her smile vanished. Her face was sketched with worry and a terrified expression. She didn't want to look behind her. The coldness radiated from behind her and slowly became colder and colder.

'You'll know there's a ghost if one spot of the room is cold, right? Shit...'

Instead of turning around or running she calmly made her way to the back of her door and reached out for her black handle bag. She shakily placed her phone inside and some other stuff such as a survival kit makeup.

The bag closed with the the magnets colliding.

'The cold is still there... That means it's either still there or I'm just being crazy.' She was trembling with fear. But somehow she had opened the door