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One

Oddball. Creep. Freak. That's me. I'm that girl in high school. The one no one talks to and avoids. I look like everyone else, I fail things like everything else, but no one can see what I see. No one can see the darker things. The things that creep in the shadows and crawl under kids beds or hide in their closets.
"Addy!" A voice yelled.
I jumped and looked up. My math analysis teacher was towering over me. She was frowning.
"What do you think you're doing!?" She hissed.
I looked down at my paper to see what she was talking about. There were scribbles on my homework. Different phrases of words jumped out at me. Words like "help me"...."where am I!?"..."I'm lost"...."let me go!", made me panic. There were several drawings too. One of a little girl crying, another of a man screaming, and lastly a ghost face. It was the last one that made me start to shake. Only because it was my older brother. He died a year ago. Ben was in the army. He was stationed Iraq when the accident happened. Ben was driving down a road when he swerved out of the way of a bird. The brakes failed and he flipped the vehicle and died on impact.
"Addy, just get out of here," she groaned, ripping me out of my thoughts.
"....yes ma'am," i murmured.
I gathered my things and folded my paper. Then I rushed out of the room and headed towards bathroom.
I walked down the empty hallways, trying to control my breathing. That's when I saw them. At first it was only a blurb. Soon shapes and detail appeared. I saw him. The first of many.