I am about to pass out as I stare at the wall not even thinking of turning my head. I start to look around the room. There is nothing that looks peculiar. It just looks like my dark, torn apart living room. I stand up and start walking up and down my living room listening to my silent house. My head starts to hurt again from when I fell down the stairs. I think about the figure at the top of the stairs, as I do I hear the footsteps again. I want to go up but I'm afraid of what might be up there. I pace over to the bottom of the steps and look up. There is nothing there. I slowly step by step walk up the stairs. As I reach the top I look around at all of the closed room doors. The only one that is open is the bathroom door. I start thinking of playing Bloody Mary. My dad told me once that if you say Bloody Mary in a mirror in the dark three times the ghost of Bloody Mary will appear in the mirror. I walk into the dark bathroom with the door open and I do it. "Bloody Mary" ... "Bloody Mary" ... "Bloody Mary." I stand there for a while but nothing happens. As I walk towards the door it slams shut and a figure appears in the mirror... Bloody Mary.
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The Haunt
ÜbernatürlichesI wrote this story in middle school so it's not accurate of my current writing ability. But it was the first story I wrote where I realized I had the potential to be a better writer. So I thought it was worth sharing. Ryan Parks was just hanging out...
