The wind howled through the window. The girl sat huddling her kneeswaiting for it to be over. Thunder boomed and the girl jumped, startled, anddived under the sheets. The girl, Annie, curled up and closed her eyes. Shenormally hated the bucketing rain, booming thunder and flashing lightning, butthat day was different. That day was special.
The girl climbed out from under the sheets and ran down the rusty old staircase to what used to be the dinning room where she would sit with her family and eat meals, but now the old wooden table sat in a corner and the chairs sat in a circle in the middle of the room. In the middle of the circle sat an old record player that her father had once owned, her younger brother's favourite teddy bear named George and her mother's favourite wristwatch. The girl lit some candle she had placed around the room and then sat in a chair and began chanting words unknown to our kind. Soon the wind howled louder and the girl felt the power surging through her. The old house began to shake as the wind got louder and stronger. Soon the thunder sounded like a 1 million cannons being fired at once and the lightning was striking faster and brighter that naturally possible.
The girl's eyes shot open and she began to float in her seat. A white haze surrounded her and she was chanting so loud she was almost screaming. The objects in the middle of the circle began to float with the girl and the outline of bodies formed around the objects. As suddenly as the storm had started it stopped. Not even a trace was left of the storm, no puddles, not broken trees, not even an upturned root. The objects had fallen back to the ground, but the outline of bodies stayed in the air. "Hello everybody! Welcome to my party!" Annie shouted. She was talking to her friends who sat in the other chairs in the circle and the outline of bodies in the middle of the circle, who were the outline of her dead family. "Let the party games begin!" Annie ran to the corner of the room and started playing some music on an old CD player.
The girl and her guests played for hours and hours in the old, rickety house. Soon the sun began to go down and all the guests were hungry, so Annie put some party food in the old broken oven. Annie put on a timer and ran back through to the dinning room, where suddenly blankets were set up. Annie cuddled up on one and talked to her friends animatedly.
As this entire scene was going on a small boy was watching the girl from a broken window. He didn't understand who she was talking to, as there was no one in sight except for the girl. He wondered why she was in this old house by herself. The boy slowly put the pieces together and then realised that she was the recent escapee from the mental asylum the next town over. The news reporter had said that she was known for having voices in her head and imaginary friends. Sadly, she was also known to kill anyone that she ever saw. She had killed her family and friends at her 10th birthday party and every year since had unconsciously replayed the whole party all over again.
The boy ran back home and never told anyone what he had seen that night, but every year he would go back and watch the crazy girl celebrate her birthday again. On what would be the boys 16th birthday he was found dead, slashed apart in the middle of the old house, with the insane girl, Annie, kneeling next to him still clutching the knife in her cold, dead hand...
