"Catalina! Cat, help!" A terrified cry rings through the forest. "Cat, they're coming! Please, help me!"
My head jerks from side to side, "Vivian! Where are you?!"
An ear piercing scream rips through the air around me in answer to my question. The scream was so loud it caused me to fall to the ground, hands pressed tight to my ears.
That's when I see it.
Only a few feet away from me, a mangled girl who looks to have been stabbed multiple times. I inch closer and closer, I have to check her pulse, see if she's alive. I reach a shaky hand out and press two fingers to her cold, bloody neck. Dead.
Before I have a chance to do anything else, the girl inhales nosily, scaring the living piss out off me. "You can still help, Catalina. Come to the attic!" Says a terrifying growl.
I jolt awake with a gasp and sit up, pulling in a shaky breath. These dreams have been happening ever since we moved in to this new house.
I've just got to get up to the attic.
The alarm clock next to my bed says 4:06 AM.
"Damn..." Going up to the attic is not something I want to do. At all. Drawing in another deep breath, I rise from my bed.
Curiosity killed the Catalina.
***
I reach a shaky hand up to the cord that releases the attic latter. Once down, I begin to climb to the top, fear racking my body.
What if I get stabbed? What if I get trapped up there? What if this 'Vivian' turns out to be a demonic soul who wants a body to consume? I don't realize I am at the top until I inhale the musty smell of attic.
Cautiously, I peer over the top of the rectangular hole in the ceiling, seeing nothing but some kind of board game in the center of the room, an old couch, and a broken lamp.
I suck in a deep breath and go to investigate. Looking a bit closer and discover the game is not a game at all.
It's a Ouija Board.
And taped neatly to the thing, is a folded note.
Dear Reader,
If you are reading this, it means they have found me and my spirit lingers. Please, use this Ouija Board and help my lost soul. Hurry before it's too late for you too!
Best of luck to you, Vivian.
I read and reread the note until I am fully able to wrap my head around it. Someone was murdered here.
There is a lost spirit in need of my help. Who am I to deny that?
***
I sit in my room, hunched over my laptop, too scared to sleep, I need to find out what happened. I scroll through Google suggestions until I find a news article. I click on it.
TRAGIC DEATH LEAVES THE COPS PUZZLED!
Yesterday afternoon the body of 15 year old Vivian Casey was found in the woods behind her residence (3778 Wood Park Drive).- that would be my new address.Great.- She was reported to have been stabbed to death by multiple suspects, Juliet Matthews, OCPD's head detective, has stated "We will try to find out as much as possible about the murder, but the suspects have done a good job clearing any evidence, but be assured you have Oregon City's finest on the case."
I slam my laptop shut and sigh. Great. My house is haunted. Why does shit like this always happen to me? I sigh and rub both my temples.
The clock on my nightstand claims 5:30 AM. I should start getting ready for school then. Before getting up, my eyes linger on the Ouija Board sitting innocently on the bed.
I'm going to die.
A/N
yooo hey i know the writing sucks. im total shit at writing in first person and this is kinda my attempt at getting better. idk it's late
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The Girl Who Knew
Paranormal15 year old Catalina Vasquez finds herself tangled in a mess of the paranormal upon moving into her new home. Spooky cults, scary forests, and shocking realizations await young Cat in her quest to figure out just how this spirit died and what she c...