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Despite its condition, I didn't really worry or give it much thought, which I now realize was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life....
Later that night, I was setting up my bedroom. It was about eight that the doorbell rang.
Opening it, I spotted my other best friend Faith standing on the welcome mat. We had known each other for nine years off the internet and saw each other through videophone. However, it was the first time we had ever been face to face.
“Faith!”
“Cryssy!”
We were in each other's arms in the moment. It was amazing to finally be standing in front of her.
Despite the fact that we were both adult woman, we chatted on like hyper school girls and it took two hours for me just to show her the house.
She loved it, though that wasn't a surprise. Both of us were so similar, we both loved the same things; animating and old fashioned things. (Not that that stopped our love for laptops and computers.)
We had a slumber party, something that our “country apart” rule kept us from doing for years. By then, my bed was set up, and we watched Kung Fu Panda movies most of the night, until the fatigue wore us down by the time four approached.
My eyes were only open by a splint when I stumbled into the bathroom. I had to grip the faucets so I wouldn't fall headfirst into the sink.
Thunder crashed from outside, shaking the earth with it.
I continued to blink as I brushed my teeth, fighting to stay awake at least until this task was done. Ironically, I blinked the same time lighting flashed, and the beam illuminated the room...as well as a pale figure behind me. The flash was only brief, but it was long enough for me to memorize every detail of her face. Her skin was white and peeling, her hair long; black and matted down her back, her eyes cold, harsh, and gray....so dead looking.
I gasped in horror, my toothbrush clattered to the ground as I rapidly spun around, but the figure had vanished.
“....Astigmatism,” I muttered, “that has to be it..”
I shakily made my way back to my room. I didn't tell Faith what I had seen that night.
The next day wasn't as bright and exciting as it had been. The entire place seemed frighteningly eerie now, obviously from what I had seen the other night. I didn't feel like going anywhere or having anyone come over. I was paranoid, casting worried glances over my shoulder as I shakily poured myself a glass of milk.
Suddenly, I felt a wind from behind me, which was weird since I had no windows open. Turning around, I saw it was the fridge that had swung open.
But how?
This fridge was too heavy for it to have swung open by itself, and Faith had gone home an hour ago; she couldn't have opened it. I was a little freaked out now, perhaps this wasn't from astigmatism or stress.
I need a walk, I decided, to calm these nerves.
I made by way to the forest, walking back to where the sketchbook lay. But the moment I bent down to pick it up, I saw a pair of white rotting feet standing over me, and casting a shadow over my body.
I peered up. It was the same girl. Now I could see her more clearly in the morning light. Her face was no longer peeling; it was rotting. Eyes; stone gray blocks. Her mouth contorting into an evil grin; I could tell her teeth were rotting too.
A piercing sound split the forest air, and it took me a while to realize that ear-splitting scream came from me.
The girl lunged for me, baring her bloody inhuman teeth at me.
I did the only thing I could think of: screaming and running; fleeing from that forest as fast as I could, slamming and locking my back door, and diving under my covers like a toddler in a storm.
I waited. I trembled. My heart was going a mile a minute. Time stood still. I could feel a dark and eerie presence lurk its way into the room.
If there was one thing I had learned about ghosts, it was to make sure you stayed bold and fierce. Ghosts were like dogs; the only attacked when they smelled fear. It was at your most vulnerable point that they'd attack you, possess you.
I struggled to level my breathing, focusing all my energy into letting out a courageous vibe to scare the ghost off.
Eventually, the dark energy faded and the house became warm and safe again.
But I knew it wasn't safe, there was something on my property, and I had a feeling that the “ketchup” stained sketchbook had something to do with it.
I forced away my fear – which wasn't very easy to do – and began searching for answers on my laptop. After a few hours I had managed to dig up my answers. As my suspicions confirmed, the girl did indeed have something to do with the sketchbook.
Anne Marie, twelve years old, black hair, white skin, murdered while she was drawing in the woods. Raped.....decapitated...
Oh God, I couldn't read anymore. I staggered to my feet. So, I had a ghost girl, but what could I do? How could I scare her off? Why was she so mad at me?
I had read up on how to get rid of ghosts. Cleansing, if that didn't work, blessing, and if that didn't work, exorcism...
But somehow, none of that felt right to me. Anne Marie had been here first, and stealing this property just wasn't right. I knew no one would understand my reasons for giving up my dream house, but living in a home I had wanted all my life was wrong if I was taking it right from someone's fingers' or in this case, bony, dead fingers.
I packed up and moved to a different part of town; closer to Faith, and always wondering what would've happened if I had stayed. Would I still be alive to tell the tale? And though part of me was content being at my new house and working for Disney, the question racked my brain as to what really did happen to the old sketchbook I had found in the woods.