That One Time

Serious Buisness

I remember this being on a Friday because Karlie came over for what was meant to be an hour after school but turned into her staying over the night because her parents were fighting again. When you first meet Karlie, you would think she's the perfect girl, beautiful, smart, popular, but you'd be wrong, her family falls apart more and more every day. Her parents fight, her brother takes drugs and her grandparents, aunties, uncles and cousins don't want to be in there lives. When my mum learned this about her, she took Karlie under her wing, treated her like a daughter. My mum got me bunk beds so she always had a place to sleep no matter what.

So my mum had just gone to bed and it was dark out, Karlie remembers it being 7:16, during winter, now, when I think of 7:16, I also think that if hours were 100 minutes, it would look like this: 6:66, so... yea, anyway, back to what happened. We decided to tell horror stories whilst watching IT, bad decision by the way. She was telling a story that her mother had told her, and her grandmother had told her mother, so on, so on. It was about s new girl, she didn't know the towns history. She said the story was called "That One Time".

"The story goes like this" she started, trying to act serious with a torch under her chin and a blanket over her head "she was new, didn't know the history of our old, OLD, town, she decided to go walking around past 7:16, the curfew for the town. Now, she new, but she was, what they call, reckless, she didn't care, she wanted to explore. Bad. Mistake." She started to laugh, and to be honest, I was scared.
"Let's just say... she made sure she was home by 7:16 every night, because of what she saw... the end" and then went to the kitchen and asked me something about food, I didn't hear, or, listen, really, to what she said, I was too confused *why didn't she say the main part of the story, in year older then her, I would be able to handle it, what could possibly be so bad that I couldn't hear it* I kept repeating in my head.
"SASHA!!" She screamed at me "you ok??"
"What, oh, yea I guess, just really into the movie" I replied, shaken out of my thoughts.
"Um, Sasha, the movies paused" she pointed out, handing me a bowl of popcorn.
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Karlie here, I think I should say this bit, I'd be able to tell it better. It was around 9 O'clock, the movie had just finished and Sasha had fallen asleep on the couch when something caught my eye outside the window, I knew exactly what it was and woke up Sasha by frantically shaking her.
"Sasha, wake up, please c'mon, wake up!!"
"What do you want Karlie??" She replied, eyelids hanging over her eyes heavily.
"We gotta go to your room... NOW" we didn't have much time, I heard now, it's heavy breath, it's somehow dark footsteps.
"You can go, I'll sleep on the couch to night" she said lazily, the poor girl didn't know what she got her self into that night. I tried, I tried my hardest to move her, to get her to go to bedroom, she didn't get it.

What I'm about to tell you, is hard for me to say, as hard as it was to see, I had to try to stop it, before it got bad. First I, unfortunately, heard it say those dreaded words, "That One Time" the words it uses to haunt us, me, my family, the town, everyone that hears it. Then, I saw it move, I had to hide, fast, I didn't want to leave Sasha, but I had no choice. As I looked up from behind the couch as I was crouching in the corner, I saw his dreaded breath, touch the poor girl's neck, his soulless eyes, taking over her brain... her body.