Thirty Pages

Creepy Story Time

Entry No. 9

Feb. 13, 2014

Dear 30 Day Diary,

            We had our Valentine’s Day Booths set up at school and it was fun I guess. There were booths like the Karaoke Booth, the Jail Booth {where you get arrested for a lot of silly things that change every random minute… like one time, you get arrested for wearing braces. Or for having bangs}, there was also a Blind Date Booth {where you could go on a random date with someone, set up a date for a friend or request to go on a blind date with someone.} I swear, I loved that booth at first, but then I heard that my friends were supposed to set me up with someone who’s older than me. I was like

“If you’re gonna set me up with someone, why not my crush… oh wait, you don’t know who it was!”

There was also a chocolate booth where you could buy chocolates, of course. And a photo booth where you could take pictures with your friends or with your special someone.

Anyway…

Since I didn’t have anything to do while they fan girl over some random stuff on the booths, I decided to write a story.

It was quiet… dark… and the atmosphere… perfectly lonely. Guess where I am? Right. Graveyard. It was the day my best friend died. I had to visit her of course.

When I reached her grave, I placed the white Roses and prayed for her. Suddenly, it got dark.

‘Strange, it’s only 3 in the afternoon.’

I decided to exit, but when I turned my back, I saw a girl. She looked about my age and she was wearing all black and standing in front of a grave. I approached her.

“Hi, sorry for disturbing you… but… um… the sky suddenly turned black.”

She faced me and slowly opened her eyes. She was beautiful. She had beautiful brown hair with deep green eyes and white skin.

“Oh. Do you believe in ghosts?” How could she brush of something like that? Or… how could she ask something like that?

“Erm… No. Why?”

“Fool.” She muttered before she walked away from me. I stood there, shocked and confused.

‘Ghosts? Why?’

I ran as fast as I could to catch up to her. I stopped in my tracks once I’ve felt like I’ve ran for an eternity. As I stood panting, I turned my neck to see a grave. The design was so beautiful. I read the name and it read

Elysa Rose

June 21, 1999 – September 21, 2004

Elissa Rose

June 21, 1999 – September 23, 2004

Twins? How did they die on different days? I tilted my head to think, but a voice disrupted me.

“Elissa stabbed her twin, Elysa. She was jealous. Two days after, she hang herself. Probably guilty.” I turned to see the girl earlier. How’d she get here? Suddenly, I felt weak and collapsed, letting black cover my vision; and her evil smile was the last thing I saw.

~o~

I woke up, still dizzy from what happened earlier. I stood up and looked at my surroundings.

I turned to my left and my eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets. There was this girl who was about to stab her… sister?

“Please, No! I’ll do whatever you want… just please don’t!” Her twin begged. But she didn’t listen. She just stabbed the poor girl senseless. She stabbed her heart, her head her… everywhere. Blood covered her knife and her dress… ever her body. She looked crazed. Her eyes were wide and a huge, evil smile was present on her face.

“You deserve to die. You deserve to die… you deserve to die…” she kept uttering with every stab she did. I only stared at her, awestruck…

‘How could someone do this to their own blood?’

 She lifted her head and faced me, her creepy smile and blood covered body still present. Slowly, she licked the blood on her hands and arms. I grimaced. Suddenly, a thought came to my mind as I continued to stare at her.

‘This was the girl from the graveyard. I can’t believe I talked to a psychopathic killer.’

She stood up and toyed with her sister’s body. Cooing the arms, playing with the feet… and finally, she stuck her hand in the hole in her sister’s chest and it remained there. After a few minutes, she pulled her hand out and licked it. I felt so… disgusted. It was so inhumane.

She whistled and a huge dog came. She ordered it to EAT her sister’s remains… and so the dog did. The girl smirked evilly to herself as she walked away… letting the dog eat her sister.

 I passed out. I don’t know why… or how… but, when I woke up, I immediately saw the same girl. She was wallowing in a corner, her knees hugged her chest as her arms covered her face… she looked so… sad, and broken.

Suddenly, she stood up and got a chair, and a rope. I knew what she was going to do. I tried to stop her, but my voice was gone… it’s as if, I wasn’t seen… at all.

She tied an end of the rope to their ceiling fan. And the other end on her neck. On her right hand was a black gun. She removed a foot from the stool and before letting her other foot drop, she shot herself in the head.

I saw a faint, white thing in the corner of my eye; before I know it, I realized that it was the twin. She was laughing hysterically. Her body was obviously deformed… her eyes were gone… her body… was… but… she was laughing hysterically and pointing at the body of her dead sister.

‘What is wrong with these two?’

I felt a hand on mine as I snapped back to reality.

‘Was it all a dream? But… it looked so real, and vivid.”

I looked down to see the same twins in my ‘vision’ they came closer and closer…. I tried running away, but I can’t move. As they stood directly in front of me, I screamed at the top of my lungs as they skinned me alive.

I see why they call this grave the “Ender’s Nightmare Grave”.