CREEPYPASTA

Soulmate

The night is especially silent and the moon is missing the company of its alluring stars. Sitting on the edge of a dusty old mattress, Evelyn Parker holds on tightly to the agate necklace her grandmother gave her less than a year ago. Tonight feels different than most nights and the overpowering feeling of distress overcomes Evelyn's spirit.

"Are you ready?" The voice of a friend echoes through the abandoned house. Sarah Tipton stands at the bottom of the rotten old stairs with her hand gripping the end of the banister. "Hello? Are you ready or what?"

Holding the agate stone closer to her chest, Evelyn's response echoes her uncertainty: "Yes- I'm ready." With one last look at the night sky, she makes her way down the creaky stairs.

The girls' five year tradition of coming to the abandoned cottage was getting a little old for Evelyn...at least, that's what she hoped her mixed feelings were about. Telling ghost stories in an old house in the middle of the woods at night doesn't exactly sound like a perfect slumber party.

Evelyn makes her way into the old dining room where all the girls sit around in a circle. She passes a cracked mirror on her way to the girls and jumps at the sight of something reflected in the mirror behind her.

"Come on Evie," Sarah says. "Now is not the time to be scaring yourself. You have to share the terror with all of us." She winks.

Evelyn looks at the mirror one last time before heading towards the circle.

"Come on," Tiffany pats the floor beside her. "You can sit next to me." Tiffany leans forward and lights a lavender and sandalwood incense in the center of the floor, then sits back up.

A cold breeze flows through the eerie home as it makes the worn curtains on the windows dance to the dark hymn of the night.

"Beautiful," Tiffany whispers.

"Come on ladies," Sarah says. "We need to get started before it starts to rain. I don't want to get stuck in the mud when we're back outside. Evelyn, it's your turn to start off with a ghost story tonight. It better be a good one too, or else you'll have to stay the night in this old hell house."

Evelyn nods in agreement and clears her throat. "My ghost story for the night is about a dream a young girl once had."

A questionable look forms on Tiffany's face. "What? A dream? How scary can a dream be?"

"Tell me about it," Sarah feigns a yawn. "I'm already bored out of my mind."

"Well, just because it was a dream doesn't mean that it's not scary. Believe me, anything that comes to you personally through a dream should be considered scarier than a made-up story," Evelyn argues.

"Alright," Sarah waves her hand in the air. "You may continue."

"Ok, as I was saying..."

The sound of footsteps make their way towards Evelyn's back. "Boo!" Brittany Harrington screams in Evelyn's ear in an attempt to scare the living daylights out of her.

The only thing she gets out of Evelyn is a slight jump.

"Oh, come on!" Brittany says, dissatisfied. "I didn't scare you?"

"No," Evelyn responds. "But I kind of was expecting someone else to appear behind me, since I saw the reflection in the mirror when I came downstairs."

"What reflection?" Brittany asks.

Evelyn rolls her eyes at Brittany's attempt to play stupid. "I saw your reflection in the mirror over there," She points towards the mirror. "You were standing in the kitchen."