"Can you step on the gas a little? Its already midnight and we aren't even halfway home yet." I moaned as my older sister, Sara rolled her eyes.
She gripped the steering wheel firmly, cocking her to the side a bit as she sighed, not taking her eyes off of the road. "I'm driving the speed limit, and for your information we are over halfway home by at least three miles."
"Wow, that much huh?" I lifted my feet off the dash board in front of me, dropping them to floor and bouncing my knees impatiently.
Nothing could be seen aside from trees and the gravel, illuminated by the cars head lights. We hadn't seen another car for miles thanks to my sisters bright idea of taking the back roads home. Every two months she insisted on taking a trip to visit our grandparents who lived six hours from us for a few days, and every time she insisted on going hours out of the way rather than taking the interstate.
I laid my head back roughly, brushing my hair out of my eyes and praying to get a glimpse of something other than trees. As we approached a bridge nearby my prayers were answered. "Hey, do you see that?"
My sister glanced at me quickly. "What?"
"That." I pointed, leaning forward to get a better look. "I think that's a person."
"Emily stop." My sister smacked my arm.
"I'm being serious! There's somebody sitting up there."
"Where?" Sara mumbled, leaning over onto me, bumping her shoulder against mine as she squinted her eyes. "I don't- wait- I see it."
"Pull over!" I exclaimed as we got closer to the white shape on the side of the bridge.
Sara slowed the car to a stop a few feet before the bridge. "I don't know about this."
"It's a girl." I ignored her comment, inspecting the person a head of us. "She might be hurt."
"Or a psychopath!"
"Dramatic much?" I replied, shoving the car door open. "What's the worst thing that could happen?"
"Emily!" Sara cried, jumping out after me as I hurried towards the girl. She grasped my arm, tugging as we got close enough to tell that her blonde hair was matted up badly. Dirt covered her arms and her legs as she stood slowly, lifting her head to meet my curious gaze. The blueness of her eyes startled me as they seemed to glow.
"Are you okay?" I spoke quietly. She shook her head once. "What happened? Did your car break down?"
She took a while to respond, giving me enough time to notice the tears that covered her tattered white, knee length gown. She nodded slowly.
"Do you need us to call for help or something?" Sara asked, pulling me back a bit. The girl nodded.
"Um- okay. My phones in the car. I'll just-" She pointed behind her.
"I'll get it." I jumped in, turning and rushing back to the car.
"How long have you been out here?" I heard my sister ask.
"A long time." The girls scratchy voice startled me as she replied with words for once.
"O-oh." It startled Sara too. "Do you- are you thirsty or-?"
"I'm hungry."
I didn't hear anything else as I dug around in the arm rest for my sisters cell phone, ignoring mine that lay in the back seat, knowing that it was dead. My fingers wrapped around it finally, jerking it out and spinning around quickly to find an empty road.
"Um- Sara?" I called, walking slowly back to the place I had left the two girls only moments ago. "Sara-"
I held back a scream as a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I whirled around to come face to face with the mysterious girl. A sticky red substance dripped from her lips onto her dress, forming uneven red lines.
"Where- where is my sister?" I took a few steps back, the girl following me closely.
Twisting her head to the side eerily she smiled sweetly at me. "She asked what I needed, and I needed food."
"Wh-"
"All of us do."
I glanced around me nervously, just now taking notice of the dozens of bright blue eyes that peered out of the darkness. Before I had the chance to scream I felt a sharp pain on the side of my head, and everything went black.
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creepshow (wattys2018)
HorrorHe's watching me. That's all he ever does. He stands on the other side of the glass and stares at me. He brings his friends and they join him in the pointing. They tap their fingers against the glass at me, the noise filling my ears, causing my worl...