Spookyness

Pillow Talk

*Credit to Josh Maroon on facebook*

My name is Sarah Wickerman. I'm a nineteen year old girl with normal problems. I go to school and get decent marks. They're not the best marks but, at least I'm passing my classes. I still live with my parents Dan and Margret Wickerman. It's not my favourite thing in the world but, it works for now. A couple weeks ago that all changed for me. I was in English class just doodling on my test. I didn't want to hand it in just yet. No one wants to be the nerd who's first to hand in a test. I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. When there was a knock on the classroom door. It was our principal. He came in introducing a new transfer student. Her name was Samantha. She was really pretty. I could tell by all the boys drooling over her.

She took the empty seat next to mine and asked if he could borrow my notes until he caught up. I simply nodded and gave her my notebook. After class she gave me notebook back and asked me if she could come over to study. I told her that I didn't mind. After school we walked to my house together. Along the way she told me that she used to live in Canada but, she had to move. When I asked her why she told me that she didn't want to talk about it. So I just let it go. I didn't want to upset the new girl on her first day. When we finally arrived at my house we went straight upstairs, cracked open our books, and started studying. She told me that she liked me. I remember I just laughed and told her that I liked her too. She put her hand on top of mine and told me to close my eyes and count to ten.

I awoke several hours later to find that Samantha had gone home. She left my notebook with a note on top of it that read: Thank you. It also had a little smiley face at the bottom of the note. I had no real memory of what happened that night, but it didn't matter. I was late for school. I ran as fast as I could down the stairs and out the door. I didn't even realize that I forgot my backpack at home until after I sat down at my desk. Luckily for me Samantha had brought extras that day. Once again Samantha came over after school to study and like the night before. She grabbed my hand and told me to count to ten. This time upon waking up the was no note, no indication that she had even come over that night.

Samantha didn't show up for school that day. It was weird. I mean the new girl skipping class only three days in. She didn't seem like the type of person who would just ditch class. Class that day was different that day. For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about her. I thought about her hair, they way she talked, even the way her hands felt against mine. It was weird for me. Why was I thinking of a girl like this. I'm not hating on lesbian or anything. It's just I've always liked boys. I've never had a boyfriend but, I know that I still like boys.

This time when I walked home I walked alone. It was kind of depressing really. I went upstairs and sat in my room and began to study, when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. “May I come in?” A voice asked. Instead of saying anything I just walked over and opened the door. To my surprise it was Samantha. She grabbed my hand and asked me a series of questions. “You know that I would never hurt you right?” I nodded. “You also know that I love you know matter what right?” This question baffled me. I wasn't sure what to say. I just looked her straight in the eye and said. “I know you do.”

She told me again to count to ten. This time was different. I could have swore that I felt her rub my leg.

Once again Samantha didn't show up for school. I raised my hand until the teacher spoke. 

“Yes Sarah?” 

“Miss where's Samantha?”

“Samantha!?”

“Yes she sat right next to me. The new girl!”

“We don't have a girl named Samantha in our class.”

That day I ran home so fast after school. I wanted her to be real. She had to be real. I couldn't have imagined her. I know she was real. I ran upstairs into my room and closed my eyes and counted to ten. Nothing happened. I tried it again. One. Two. Three. Four. F... There was a knock at my door. I slowly opened my door to find Samantha standing there. “I know you're not real but, I don't care I love you anyways.” She just looked at me in confusion. “Of course I'm real my dear. How else would you be pregnant.” I stood there frozen in the door way. “Listen darling it's okay. I'll just cut the baby out and everything will be fine. Your mother must never know of this.” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could hear my mother running up the stairs. The last thing I remember is my mother screaming. “Dan no!” While Samantha plunged a knife into my stomach. As the blood poured from my body I saw my father holding a knife.