Don't Leave Me.

Taking note.

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I am sooooooo sorry that I took forever to update!! :( My life has been very hectic lately!!

Also (unrelated) Camp South Wind won first place in horror for "The Best Book Awards"!!!!

Lots of love -Benny
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"What do we do now?" Mark questioned.

I don't really have an answer for him, I'm at a loss-a cross road. I could just leave and never come back, and Mark and I could live on our own. But I need to stay for my dad, he needs me. "I..I don't know" I answered honestly.

"We need answers!" Mark stood up and brushed himself off, "I want to know what the heck is going on." He stated firmly, but I just sat there in a pathetic, shaking ball. "And I want to know who Murphy really is and why she left this note!" He pulled the note from my my clenched fist and examined it.

After collecting myself I stood up and peered over Marks shoulder, which was hard considering I'm rather short and he is quite tall. "Where is she?" I whispered looking out, "I bet shes in her room." I decided.

"Maybe, but its hard to say since we know she tends to vanish in thin air." Mark said as he dropped the note, letting it glide to the floor. "Do you have a note book or something we can write down everything we know about her in?" Mark waved his and in front of my face to gather my attention.

"Uh..Oh yeah. Sure I've got a bunch in my office." I nervously shifted my weight from foot to foot, not wanting to leave our safe space.

"C'mon!" Mark lightly pushed on my shoulder making me stumble forwards a bit, "And remember there's that room upstairs we can go to if we need."

Convincing myself was hard but I managed to move my stone like legs and walk to the huge staircase, "Okay." I sighed and took one step up the creaky wood.

We tip-toed up to the split, "Let me see something." I whispered in Marks ear, afraid that Murphy may be close.

"Yeah, sure" He took a step back and watched as I inched towards the second stair case. its covered by a wall so if Murphy was waiting for us it would be too late to run.

Slowly I peeked my head past the thin wall, when my vision came to focus what I saw was not expected. A gasp flew from my mouth, the floral wallpaper was peeling and molded. The dark, polished steps were rotting and broken, there were unrecognizable letters and words carved into the walls. The large window at the top of the stairs was covered with wood planks recklessly hammered into the frame, blocking all light and letting unsettling shadows to creep around.

Mark quickly ran past me to see what I was looking at, his expressing was nothing short of horror. he grabbed my arm and began running up the last few steps, "Where is your office!" He said frantically with heavy breaths laced through his words.

"Here." I half whispered through gritted teeth, I pulled on my arm leading his into the small room. Pushing open the door, I searched through the room until I caught sight of a note book. the note book was black and white striped, one I didn't know I had.

"Found one!" I shouted as I tossed the floppy book to Mark, reaching into a small mason jar I held onto a few pens. Turning on my heels I raced to the door, but stopped in the frame.

With wide eyes I looked down the hall, it was Murphy. She still looked bloody and dead with a long crack down her chest, spilling blood onto her plain blue dress drenching it. Her hand and arms looked grey, he small fragile face was had a blue tint to it. She looked innocent, sad even, with tear brimmed black eyes. In her bony cold fingers she held on to something, as I looked closer I saw it was my phone.

Mark leaned over my shoulder and began, "Wha-" But catching sight of the girl in the hallway he drew silent. He moved his arm in front of me, propping it on the door frame as to contain us in the room.

Murphy began to giggle, it was sharp and twisted. A thousand voice came from her, all low in tone but talking together trying to be one.

She brought my phone to her face and began doing something, I waited, frozen at her sight. I am unable to do anything, I am powerless. I am going to die. Mark will die, Its all my fault. My head throbbed as I thought, my fear growing every pounding second.

I heard a click sound like she was taking a picture, her giggles transforming into retorted laughter. She looked up from the screen and smiled, her teeth rotten, her lips cracked and bleeding.

In an instance she threw my phone across the floor to my feet and disappeared once again.

My heart was pounding, my breaths were heavy and uncontrollable, I felt my knees buckling underneath me as fear took over my body. I thought my heart would spring out of my chest if my lings don't break through my skin first.

Mark reached for my phone, he seemed on edge. He was shaking but he doesn't seem nearly as scared as I. He picked up my phone and slowly handed it to me, the screen had cracked a little but nothing unmanageable.

After unlocking the screen it opened snapchat, Dana had a picture sent to her though chat. i swiped the screen and viewed the picture.

It was of Mark and I, cowering in the door frame with the message, "There's no point in trying." What does that mean?

Immediately Dana began texting me.

What!!!

El are you okay!!

Why is Mark there??!!

Im coming over!!!

Before I could stop her my phone died, great! I sighed and tucked my phone into my pocket, "What now?" I asked.