Short Stories

Nails

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! This is based on an actual book I read, but of course, it's not the exact same. If you see any grammar or spelling errors, please tell me. It is very much appreciated. Enjoy my story! <3
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She floated through the wall right on time.

"You told me to come?" she said.

"Yes," I responded. "And I appreciate that you complied."

"Of course!" Abigail smiled and ran her nails along my chin. "Anything for a best friend."

I scowled, zipping up my thin jacket. "Look, just cut the act, ok?" I took a step back and stared straight into her blue gray eyes. "I know what you did to Ms. Kayla's cat. I found her in the old shed in the back yard."

Abigail froze. For a split second, her eyes shifted to an icy blue. Then it was gone, back to normal as if nothing ever happened.

"Yeah, I admit, I did kill her cat. Do you know how annoying it is to find cat hair everywhere its gone? Plus the yowling it made at night was simply unbearable!" She looked at me as if we were sharing an old joke. My face remained hard and serious.

"Don't try and fool me." I walked up to her. Though she was floating a few inches off the ground, I still had a slight height advantage. "I know you were using that cat as a sacrifice. I looked at a book on old ghost lore."

Abigail chuckled. "Honey, do you really think I would go through all that effort just to rejuvenate my health to stay in this world? Please. I want to move on to the after life."

Oh yeah, because you totally fading away! I though. "Are you seriously still trying to hide the truth when it's already been discovered?!" I scoffed, trying to rap my mind around the fact that she was so persistent. "That's like going to Paris, climbing up the Eiffel Tower, and saying that it's a myth, that there is no proof the most well known structure in France was ever created. You just can't do that!" I turned around, running my hands through my hair. The mirror on the other side of the room gathered frost on the edges. Like whenever Abigail got frustrated , the temperature dropped slightly.

"How do you even know what a sacrificial setup looks like anyways?"

"So you admit to it!"

"I said nothing of the sorts. I only questioned how you know what it looks like."

"You know I'm good at research." I sat in an old rocking chair. "I only had to look at the websites of the strangest conspiracies that nobody believed in. Those, as you know, are sometimes the most reliable. Plus, with my photographic memory, I memorized the setups and compared them to yours. And guess what! They were an exact match."

Abigail looked at me. Her eyes blazed red like fire. Trails of red smoke came out of her eye sockets. I knew I took it too far, but there was no going back now.

"The only thing I was confused about was why the poor feline was nailed to the wall." I sat forward in the chair, my elbows on my knees and hands on my chin. "I mean, dozens of nails, scattered all over her body. In the neck, legs, paws, face, even tail. There are so many easier ways to kill a cat. Why nails?"

Abigail disappeared. I thought she left as she did quite often, but I could still sense her presence. The mirror across the room was almost completely covered in frost now.

"Do you ever wonder how I died?" Her voice floated along the air like a winter breeze. Barely detectable as it was already cold, but at the same time, so obvious in the still room.

"Of course, but every time I ask, you either continue on the conversation with another topic or disappear if you couldn't think of one fast enough."

"Well... I guess I'll make an exception, just this once."

I froze. I'm not talking about the Oh-my-gosh-I-don't-know-why-I-did-that froze or the I-know-she's-still-here-so-don't-move froze. I actually couldn't move. I was completely paralyzed. I couldn't even refocus my eyes. The only thing I was staring at was the frosted mirror.

A breeze shifted my hair foreword. It grew stronger until I started to slide my chair towards my blurry reflection. My heart beat like I was running a marathon. My body was still frozen solid like a statue.

The mirror rippled like a pond as the wind roared at hurricane speeds.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins and my muscles ached to move even the slightest bit. Everything started to darken on the edges of my sight.

Right before I entered the rippling glass, a prominent voice whispered into my ears and echoed through my head.

Welcome to my past, child.