Walking around at night is not the best thing to do right? No. Let me introduce myself. My name is Abby Goodwin. I am seventeen years old and I am goth. People think goths are emo. That's not always the truth. I like the old gothic stories and styles. My parents don't understand, well actually my parents aren't around. Anyways, back to the woods at night. I was walking, I know this sounds like every scary movie, but I heard a noise behind me so I turned around to see nothing. Typical. So I turned around and started walking again.
I had just gotten to the cemetery. I know I shouldn't be here at night, but I have a reason. " Hey Mom, Happy Birthday." I said to my mom's tombstone. "It's our favourite day, Halloween." Let me tell you what happened to my mom. She was murdered. My dad is not around. So it's just me. I sit down in front of my mother's grave and just stared at it. I then pull out my phone and plug in my headphones and listened to music. I started to draw an angel of death taking my mom, when I feel tingles at the back of my neck.
I looked up and around to find the mist from the sea on the other side of the cemetery to find a figure staring at me. Looking closer at the figure I notice something familiar about him. All of sudden the cold breeze from the sea making my eyes close and my jet black hair fly behind me. When I opened my eyes the figure vanished. I stood there mesmerized by the sight. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts.
I look down at my mom's grave, kiss it, and say " I will always love you..." in a whisper and walk away. I start to walk back home through the woods. I am almost out of woods, but I say one thing, " It's like a darn maze in there." When I get home I walk in, but feel like someone is watching me. I turn around to be met with a figure that has no shadow. That was my father, the cold look in his makes me shiver. I turn back to my door and hurry in. I walked over to my window and look out to see if he was still there. He wasn't which freaked me out. I thought for a second. then ran over to a book, looked through it till I found what I was looking for. The chapter was called "When you see a Ghost..." Then It all made since. I saw my father's ghost which only meant one thing.
I was going to die soon.
The next day I was walking down my stair case and tripped over my backpack.
November 1, 1995 Abby Goodwin is dead.
