Scary stories to tell in the dark

The girl who sees ghosts.

I was a little girl at that time, when I could see ghosts. I still could. But one particular day made me want to forget about being supernatural. I walked off the bus and to my little house at the end of the road. I knocked on my door, but nobody answered or opened the door. So, I took out my key and pushed the door open. Stepping inside, I breathed in the living room. Then, I heard a rattling sound upstairs. Must be Lina, I had thought. Lina the ghost. Even more rattling, and then, a CRACK! I quickly ran upstairs and into my room where the sound was coming from.
"MY VASE!" I said running and kneeling down to the shattered pieces that was left of the vase. I looked around me, hoping to find one ghost at least that would be the victim. But none. I stomped out of the room.
"WHO DID THIS! TELL ME WHO DID THIS!" I yelled stomping.
"What happened honey, is everything all right?" My mom asked from downstairs, she was back from running errands.
"No, a ghost broke my vase!" I tell her. She looked puzzled then annoyed then she sighed rolling her eyes.
"Ya, suuure, blame it all on the ghost." My mom says walking away. That night, as I walked into my room, I cursed at whatever ghost broke my special vase. Probably, that ghost heard me, but who cares, I didn't.
I layer under the covers, and closed my eyes. As soon as I did, I heard soft moaning sounds, and sighs. I tried to ignore them, but they were pretty loud. I got up, and cursed again at the ghost, but none were in my sights, but I cured even more things anyways. Boy, was I angry. Soon, it was 2:00, and I still wasn't sleepy. I felt something under the covers, something cold and hard. It started from my toes, and ran up to my knees. It kept on going. Soon, it was on my stomach. I threw the covers away from me and looked at my stomach, and gave an ear piecing scream. Blood. Blood all over my legs and stomach. Pain shot through my whole body. My mom ran in.
"What happened?" She asked. I pointed to my stomach. "There's nothing." She said. "No, there was blood!" I said still frightened. My mother sighed and rolled my eyes at me. I looked down. Nothing. I must be dreaming, I thought. As soon as my mom went to her room, I hid under the covers. My eyes grew sleepy, then I felt cool air all over my body, I opened my eyes and so the blanket was on the side. I didn't do that, I thought. I pulled the blankets over me again. Then I felt tickles on my neck, closing my eyes, I pretended like it was nothing. But it got intense. I opened my eyes, and I couldn't scream. A bloody creature, no a woman, with a knife was cutting my neck in half. And how am I writing this, you see, I'm a ghost, still getting revenge, on any woman that looks like that same woman who was in my bed, and there are tons of ladies like that, maybe she could be like you. Bye bye!