Anonymous

Five

Change of scenery. It's dark outside and each group of teens are at their designated house.

"I'm going to actually..." Amie was saying to Maggie. "Do you have a flashlight?" she asked her sister.

"Do you need a bright one?" she asked.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm going to be shining it at my face."

Real life conversations between siblings, this is what they look like.

Amie's sister tossed her a flashlight and closed the door.

"Did Eva get the candle and lighter?" Amie asked.

"Yeah," Maggie said,"she headed down to the basement."

They made their way to the basement just in time to see Eva closing the double set of glass doors. What are you hiding, Eva?

"What was that?" Amie asked.

"The boys decided to pay us a visit," Eva said. "They wanted to see if we wanted to make our own spray painted starry night.

A likely story.

"What did you say?" Maggie asked.

"I said maybe later."

"Okay, so, horror story?" Amie asked.

"Yeah," Eva said. "I'll go first."

"It started out when I was little," she began, her voice got softer but more terrifying.

Oooh I love it when they use first person. It freaks so many more people out.

"I would read for hours on end. My parents used to encourage this reading around the house by taping the words of things onto the things themselves. They would print out 'door' and stick it to our front door. They would do the same thing for windows, and walls, and mirrors. Everything, really. Then, one day, they started taking the words down."

"Umm...Eva," Amie said, hesitantly.

"Wait, are you scared?" Eva asked.

If she's not now she will be soon.

"I know you're a good storyteller and your stories seem to come to life, but I've never known it to actually happen before," Amie stuttered.

Poor girl. She has no idea what's coming.

"What do you mean?" Eva asked.

"There's a paper saying 'door' on the glass door," Amie said.

Everyone looked to the door. There was nothing there.

"Wow," Eva said. "I never knew I was that good."

*my muffled laughter*

"It's not a joke," Amie said. "It was there."

"You must have imagined it," Eva assured her. "Can I go on?"

Amie nodded and Maggie scooted closer, wrapping her arms around her friend. Don't worry, nothing will happen.

"Then, one day, they started taking the words down," Eva continued. "I could still see them, though. They became burned in my memory. However, the style they were written in changed. One day, they were written in bold sharpie. Another day, they were formed in light calligraphy."

"Eva," Maggie whimpered.

"What is this time?" Eva asked.

"It's behind you," she said.

"What is?"

"'Door' in sharpie."

Eva turned, but there was nothing there. Or is there?

"Are you guys trying to turn this back and scare me?" she asked. "If so, it's not going to

work."

"There was something on the door," Maggie said.

"I told you I wasn't seeing things," Amie said.

Eva turned around again. Nothing. This is awesome.

"Don't interrupt me again," she said. "It's just getting good."

"One day, they were written in bold sharpie. Another day, they were formed in light calligraphy. My parents went on a date night and would be home late. However, I could put myself to bed, so I didn't need a sitter. As you know, I live on the second floor, and I happened to wake up around two in the morning for some reason. I lie in bed for several minutes watching the words. When I couldn't fall asleep, I sat up and looked out my window. I knew what I would see the letters forming 'window' would appear. However, for the first time, instead of just appearing, the letters formed as if someone was writing them out. 'W' 'I' 'N' 'D' O' 'W' it spelled. It took me a moment to realize it was written in blood."

Amie and Maggie screamed, clutching to each other as they backed away from the door.

"Oh please," Eva said, obviously unimpressed. "It's not even my best horror story."

That's not it, Eva.

"Look," Amie whimpered, pointing a shaky finger towards the door to Eva's back.

Eva turned around. 'DOOR' had been written to the right of where Eva's shoulder had been. She scrambled up and screamed, huddling back with Amie and Maggie as a hand covered in blood reached up leaving a smeared bloody print beside the word. The three girls' voices mixed together as they screamed. Then, Eva started laughing. She doubled over in a fit of laughter. When she regained her composure, she began walking over to the door.

She threw the door open and lying on the concrete, dressed in all black was Caleb. Standing behind him with fishing poles and the word 'door' taped to the end of the fishing line, were Chris and Jake.

Told you. Well, didn't exactly tell you. Where would the fun in that be?

"Hi," Caleb said with a smile on his face. Eva offered him her hand and he took it to stand up. "How you doin'?"

"Well I now have blood on my hand, so not as perfect as you might imagine," Eva admitted, looking down at her hand which the fake blood Caleb used now dripped off.

"I'm about to have blood on my hands," Maggie said.

Watch it, Mags. You don't know who could be listening,

"You guys are evil. Why would you do that to us?" Amie said.

"You've got to admit it was fun," Chris said.

"I never thought spelling would be fun. Now, I also didn't imagine it being in blood, but, I mean, it works," Caleb offered, tapping his chin and getting fake blood on his face. He licked it. "Tastes like chocolate," he said, nodding.

"We are getting you back for this," Amie said, walking over and slamming the door. Eva stuck her foot in the way and slipped inside. "You better watch your backs," Amie added.

"What do we do?" Maggie asked.

"Whatever it is," Amie supplied, "it has to scare the daylights out of them."

"I've got an idea," Eva said slyly.