*BUZZ BUZZ*
"Who could seriously want to call me right now?" I say, frustrated.
Incoming Call: Ryan
"God dammit, Ryan. What do you want this time? Oh wait, let me guess. More backstage passes to a random concert?"
"No. Not even close. It's important this time," Ryan says, this time, his voice more serious than I've ever heard it.
"How important is the situation?"
"Important enough for me to tell you that Leda needs to leave immediately."
"I... What?"
"I need to talk to you in private. I'll see you after she leaves."
"Okay?" I'm so confused, but I guess if it's really that important...
I end the call and inform Leda that she has to leave. "I'll return your clothes tomorrow, and you can return mine then."
"I'll see you then, I guess," Leda says, seeming sort of upset.
After about five minutes of sitting in silence, I hear Ryan's Charger pull up. He walks through the door without even knocking, which he doesn't really have to, but it's still rude. "Is she still here?" he asks, seeming upset.
"No, she's gone, just like you wanted," I assured him, slightly angry at him, "now, do you mind explaining what the hell is going on?"
"Yeah, sure. She's a monster," he replies, with a sassy tone in his voice.
"How could you even say that if you've never even met her, Ryan?"
"Actually, I have. Multiple times," he says, clearly trying to prove his point. "Her name is Leda Dreamer, and if you don't stay away from her, she'll kill you."
"You don't seriously expect me to believe you."
"Not at all."
"Good, because I don't." He'll need some serious proof for that bullshit, I think to myself.
"There have been nine missing persons reports in the past month," he says concerned, "and they all had one thing in common: they were friends with Leda, and I think I know exactly what she is."
"Yeah, that's cool, but I still don't believe you." but this sure is an interesting topic.
"You know that weird urban legend about the creepy girl?"
"Yeah, what about it?" oh good god, if he says...
"I think she's the creepy girl," he says, his voice a bit shakey, as if he's frightened, "and I think you're just the next victim."
"Oh thanks for telling me that I'm going to die."
He warns me to stay cautious and leaves, revving his Charger up a couple times before zooming down the street. What a show off.
I spend the next few hours thinking about what he said. The only words going through my head are "and I think you're just the next victim." I jump over to my desk and open up my laptop. I go to Google, as every normal human being does when they need to know something, and I search up "Creepy Girl." The first thing that pops up is a news article. Teenage boy missing, another "Creepy Girl" attack?
Being the curious teenage girl I am, I click on it.
The full article reads:
Another teenager missing amongst the 8 others lost in the DC area. Could this be another attack of the Creepy Girl? Sean DeLaurel, 17, was reported missing Monday night when he didn't return home from his night shift at Journey's. He was much like the other teenagers that were reported missing; outgoing, loving friends and family, and a passion for what many call "Screamo" music. Searches will continue for a 25-mile radius of the DC area until Saturday evening. If you know anything, please contact your local police.
Going back to the search page, I find a link that says 'Legend of the Creepy Girl,' and since I didn't even know what this thing is, I go to it.
"The Creepy Girl is a being that will disguise herself up as an ordinary teenager and lure people to her secret hideaway in the woods. In her special hideaway, she will cast spells on those that she brought home. These spells will either kill you, turn you into inanimate objects, make you do as she says, or make it to where you cannot leave. It is believed that she is strictly after one being, known as a Ghost, to keep the people she has brought back a secret. This Ghost is said to be the only thing the Creepy Girl loves, but when she stops loving them, she will do away with them."
Well, I think that's enough internet for today, I think to myself, I should hit the hay. I turn off my laptop and hop back onto the bed. I snuggle up and start drifting off.
