Whose There?

coincidence?

In a town we once called home is a girl we once called our friend. This girl was around 5'6, she had light brown hair and striking blue eyes. We all trusted this girl. That was our first mistake. We let her in on our deepest secrets and let her know our darkest thoughts. Little did we know, this was the beginning of the end. This girl, I mean Grace. Found herself stuck one day. She asked this girl for help. She told her to stand in the middle of her room at exactly 12:00 am. She said she would send a pray to god and ask him to help her. The girl listened. At 12:00 am she stood in the center of her room and said what she was told to say. 'Dear God and others resting above me, My name is Grace Williams. I come to ask for help your help. Please god. If you can help me...I'm ready when you are' she squeezed her hands together tightly and stayed standing. That's when it happened. Or we think when at least. Her door flung open and she was grabbed by both arms, she was pulled away screaming.

It wasn't until a few days later when another girl who was known as Rachel asked this girl for help. She was told the exact same thing. She was told to stand in the middle of her room at 11:57 am. The catch? When it came to be exactly 12:00 am and she said her pray it went a little differently. Instead of saying the same thing as Grace, She said 'Dear God. If you can hear me, please help me...We all miss Grace dearly. So if you can't help me, at least pass a message on. Grace we love you and are fighting to find out what happened the night of your death. I'm ready when you're ready' She did exactly what Grace did. Stand silently for a few more minutes until without even hearing it, her door flung open. The same thing that happened to Grace happened to Rachel, but exactly. She was grabbed and pulled from the room but when this happened, whoever was taking her whispered in her ear. 'Don't struggle, I hate it when people struggle. You will be with Grace soon as long as you cooperate.' By around 11:00 am no one had heard from Rachel. No one had even seen her around the halls.

This kept going on. For months on end, before finally they decided to investigate. They placed people at the end of each hall. There was no movement for a while. Then one evening one of the guards overheard this girl talking to a young boy. The guards saw this as suspicious as the girls and boys rooms as on different sides. The guard walked to behind a wall close enough to hear what was being said far away enough to not be seen. The boy was talking to the girl. 'I need your help please??' What happened next, I am not even sure the guard was surprised to hear. 'Alright I'll help you but you have to do as I say. word for word. Got it?' She asks.. 'Got it' after around 15 seconds, the girl asks for the boy's room number. '317-Westside wing' the boy replies. After that, they break away. The girl going back down the east wing and the boy taking the west wing. The guard stayed close to boys east quartes. He was walking up and down the hall, the guard on duty usually would. He was doing what would have been close to his 80th lap of the night when he saw the girl. He didn't do anything but kept walking. He tried to play it off as if he had no care in her being around. However, she knew what the guard was up to. 'excuse me?' she said, her voice soft and sweet. 'Do you know where Mr. Nillions room is by chance?' She took the guard by surprise when she spoke. 'If I am correct, Mr. Nillionsn should be in room 317. Miss, It's almost 12:10 am, He may be asleep already, but you are welcome to see' The guard spoke as he normally would. Not a crack of terror in his voice nor a look of fear in his eyes. 'Thank you...Urm..' She paused. 'You can call me sir' he replied. 'Okay, Thanks sir' she said before finally turning the doorknob. She walked in. Then moments later left. 'Thank you again sir' she said as she walked back across to the East wing with a big smile plastered on her face.