Demon Inside my Sister

I opened my eyes. I wondered if anyone was watching me. I had felt some one breathing on me. My room was pitch black, so I couldn't see anything. I reach over to turn on my lamp that was on my nightstand, beside my bed. When i turned it on, I saw something. No, some one. The person i saw was not my mother, or anyone that i knew in fact, but that man was my killer.

My name is Carrie James. I was born on Oct. 23rd, 1997. I died almost 2 weeks ago. The day i died, a man broke into our home, and brutally stabbed my throat, seven times. i wasent expecting to die that night. i never thought I was going to die. especially not when i was 16. Anyways, I never took myself as a demon, but when I died, I replaced one.

In revenge to find my killer, i am going to possess a young girl. My sister to be exact. I know almost everthing about her. nobody would suspect anything.... it was going to be perfect.

I stood beside her bed, as a spirit, and looked at her. i felt a little bad that i would be taking a few months out of her life, then popping back in and leaving her confused. 'its worth it' i think. 'at least to find my killer'.