"Okay, this is what we need to do." I said, "We need tons of salt-”
"Salt? Why salt?" He asked, confused.
"It repels ghosts. Now, we will need something iron. Like, maybe a cast iron rod."
"May I ask why?" He asked.
"You may. It's to defend ourselves. Ghosts can't touch iron." I explained. "Okay. Next, we need gasoline..." He gave me one of those 'What the heck?' looks. "To burn the corpse. That's how we get rid of her. We sprinkle her corpse with LOTS of salt, pour gasoline all over it, and burn it... and defend ourselves when needed. 'Cause trust me, she WILL attack. I know from experience." I said pointing to my knee.
"I believe that part." He said, grabbing my hand. I smiled.
"Okay, let's go." We left my house and set out for the graveyard. Cameron brought a shovel and cast iron rod and I brought the gas and salt. We were prepared for any attack. We walked through the graveyard gates, hand in hand. I was scared. My hands were shaking. Cameron seemed to notice and squeezed my hand.
We stopped right inside the gates. "You sure you want to do this?" Cam asked.
"Of course! You don't want me to die do you?" I asked with a grin on my face.
"Never would I want you to die." Cam said, smiling back at me. We walked about five rows in when I stopped. "What's wrongs Sarah?"
"All of a sudden, I'm freezing!" I said, shivering and chattering my teeth. It felt like 10 below zero. We could see our breaths. The ground began to frost and everything began to die. "This is a sign. A sign she's coming." I said.
"Here, take my jacket." Cam said, taking off his warm jean jacket and putting it on me.
"Thanks Cam." He put his arm around me to keep me warm and we kept walking. Then, we got to her grave. Chiseled on her gravestone was her life dates April 6, 1998 - July 8, 2013 and below it was her name Peyton R. List. I started to get goosebumps as we just stood there, looking at her gravestone. "You ready to get this over with?" I asked, holding up the salt and gasoline.
"You bet." Cam said, holding up the shovel. Cam started digging for the coffin while I kept watch for the ghost. No ghost yet. That was strange. All of a sudden I heard a CLINK! and I knew Cam had reached the coffin. We dig all the extra dirt out and opened it up. It was disgusting. It smelled like rotten food (obviously) and it was only half decayed. The skin seemed to be peeling off her face right in front of me.
"Let's just get this over with." I said trying to keep my lunch down. I grabbed the salt and opened it up. "Here, you keep watch for the ghost. Stab her if she comes near you, even though it won’t hurt her." I said while I handed him the cast iron rod. He stood up and turned around, looking for her. I started to pour massive amounts of salt on her body when I heard Cam scream.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! SARAH! SHE'S GOT ME!" I heard Cam scream. I turned around to find no one. Just a cast iron rod on the ground.
"Cam? CAM!? WHERE ARE YOU!?" I yelled in panic. I started hyperventilating and I picked up the rod. I looked around and still couldn't find him. "Sarah! Keep doing it! Don't worry about me!" He yelled. I started shaking but I did what he said. I finished pouring the salt and started drowning it in gasoline. I held up the lighter to my face. I was about to do it. I was going to kill a killer ghost.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I was picked up... but by nothing. It felt like I was being squeezed by a giant hand. I started suffocating. I couldn't breath. Then I saw Cam come running out of no where.
"Where's the rod?" He panicked.
"On..... The..... G-ground...." I half-choke said. He picked it up and threw it like a spear at me. It hit whatever was choking me but grazed my skin. I yelped in pain and dropped to the ground. The girl was standing right in front of me. I was terrified. "What do you want from me?" I demanded, still catching my breath. Cam came over to help me up and held me close to him.
"I want your life you thief. So I can go back to my life and be with my boyfriend. A soul for a soul. Death for Life. It's a trade. You don't deserve a boyfriend like Cameron." She hissed at me. Then she screamed and dashed at me, faster than a racing horse could ever go. She went right through Cameron and he fell to the ground, either knocked out, or dead. That was the last straw.
"I have had it with you," I said, making a salt circle around Cameron, "trying to KILL me just so you can have your stupid life back" I threw a handful of salt at her and she backed away with a confused look on her face. "You've threatened me," I threw the rod at her , but she just dodged it, "scared me," I picked up the lighter, "and now, have probably KILLED MY BOYFRIEND!" I turned on the lighter and in the light of just a tiny fire, she could see my P-Oed face and she got scared. I could tell. But she snapped out of it.
"YOU WILL NEVER WIN!" She yelled and charged at me. I dropped the lighter on her body and it went up in flames, along with Peyton's ghost. It was quick and sudden. A single burst of flame, with a quick shriek, and she was gone, with a single gust of wind in my face. It was over.
"Well, Peyton, I just did." I said.
"You did it!" Cam said. He was standing right next to me. I flinched.
"What the-? You're still alive? I thought she killed you!" I said, hugging him. I started crying in relief. He hugged me back and kissed my forehead.
"Nope, she just went through me. That doesn't kill me." He said. "Now, let's go home." And we left.
