Dead Girl's Fate (discontinued)

Chapter 5

"Cara! Cara come on! " A small figure was dragging me down the road. A girl with golden blonde hair was taking me somewhere. Jess. She looks the way I last remember her- she hasn't gotten older like me, and she still has her braces, though by now she wouldn't need them anymore.

"Jess?" No response. She only insists we keep walking because we're "almost there". Suddenly we turn the corner and I see my house, my new house, that is still a somewhat foreign sight to me. Why are we here?

"Jessie, where are we going?" Silence. Suddenly I realized that we're drifting away from my house. I want to stop, but my legs keep moving. They won't stop no matter how hard I will them to. Jess comes to a stop, and so do I.

Oh, now I can stop walking.

She has landed us right on the steps of the abandoned house. Turning to me, she gives me a sly smile, then disappears into the open front door. Reluctantly, I follow. The house is noticeably nicer. I hear her giggling as distant echoes in my ears.

"Jess, where are you?" I try to yell, but my voice comes out in barely a whisper. Slowly, I make my way through the house. Now it feels as if I'm not even walking anymore, but floating up and down the dark and dusty halls. The familiar sound of her laughter rises again. I'm ascending the stairs, until I find myself in front of the room with no windows. I see Jess's figure standing in the dark, a silhouette of her petite body.

"Cara," she says. There is no happiness in her voice.

"Where have you been?" I call to her. Once again, she is unresponsive.

"Cara," Jess repeats. I don't know what she wants. Then I realize she's pointing to something. No, not something, someone. It's a girl, covered in darkness, another shadow that I cannot see. She appears to be reading a book.

"Help us, Cara," the girl says. Her voice is faint, and the words echo in my head.

"Cara!" Jess screams at me. I'm taken aback, shocked by her horrifying tone.

My eyes opened, and I bolted upright. My bed covers were in tangles around me, my breathing is heavy. I checked the clock, its 2:30 in the morning.

What was that?

I put my hands down behind me to steady myself, when I felt something under my hand. One of my sketching papers was laying beside me. Quickly, I picked it up and turned my lamp on. The first thing I noticed is my left hand smeared with pencil led. The second thing I notice, the paper. I drew the room, the one without windows, and a girl sitting on the bed. She is reading a book, sat with her legs curled under her. There is a window, though. One side of it is open, and a shadow is reaching through.

I have to go back to that house, now. There could be something in there, but I can't go alone. Madi would kill me for waking her up, and Jack is not the best person to enter a house you're having spooky nightmares about with.

Isaac.

I unplugged my phone from the charger and texted him.

"Isaac, wake up."

No response.

"ISAAC!!!!!!"

Still nothing. Running out of time, and patience, I called him. He answered.

"Cara, what could you possibly want at 2:30 in the morning," his voice was raspy and tired.

"No time to explain," I said, "Get some clothes on and meet me at my house."

"Wh-" I hung up before he finished his sentence. I pulled on a tee shirt and jeans, and opened my window. I snuck out silently, just as I did at the old house. Most times I was sneaking out to go to Jess's house.

I waited on the driveway, and not very patiently. Tapping my feet, picking up pebbles and throwing them at nothing. It felt like ages had past when Isaac finally walked up onto the driveway.

"This better be good, Cara," he said. He isn't happy about being here, but I can still tell he has a hint of a joke in that sentence.

"Look, I had a dream. I want to check out that house one more time. I think there's something we didn't see before," I told him. As I explained my dream, he became less and less irritated about getting up in the middle of the night, most likely because Jess was in my dream, and I shared that little piece of memory with him. Usually, I don't tell people, but I felt I could trust Isaac. I just found it odd how easily you can warm up to a person without even knowing them that well. I guess it's just a trust instinct.

Also, I mentioned my drawing, and that's when he started to freak.

"So, you want to go back in there, where you drew a creepy girl in that room with no windows, in the middle of the night. Do you want to die?"

"No," I said, "I want to find a ghost." I threw a flashlight at him and he caught it with ease. Isaac sighed in defeat.

"Let's get going, then," he said. We walked side by side across the street, to the front steps of the house. Isaac turned on his flashlight and was about to walk in.

"Wait," I said, holding out a hand to signal him to stop. I began to walk to the side of the house, the side where the shadow room was on (that's my new name for it). Isaac was about to protest, but then came to the decision that looking around the house is much better than actually stepping inside it. I shined my flashlight up to the second story, and there it was. A window, where the shadow room was at. But it looked like it had been covered from the inside by a black, board. Like someone didn't want to be seen, or someone didn't want people to see what was inside.

"Well what do you know, it does have a window," Isaac said.

"Let's go in," I returned to the front porch and opened the front door.

"Come on, scaredy cat," I said to Isaac, who was hesitating on the front step, "let's go find us a ghost!"