Emily jumped out the window and took many short, panicked breaths… “How could I have done this?” she screamed inside her head, desperate for an answer.  This was all an accident, one thought pounded in her head. But then she paused, and dared to think the unthinkable: was she the person she feared to be the most? The sounds of sirens rang faintly in the distance. Emily only did what any other person would do: run. “They’re going to arrest me!” thought Emily as she ran. She never meant to hurt Jane. Emily didn’t want to hurt anyone…especially in the way she did. The authorities would never believe the story Emily had.

                A few days earlier, all was calm in the town of Pikeville. The summer breeze carried a soft scent of the blossoming flowers, and the ground was damp from the icy dew that stood on the tops of every single deep green grass blade. Emily and Jane were still best friends for they had known each other since birth. They slept in the same cribs together, had dozens of double dates, shared every single secret with each other, and even had their first kisses on the same day.

But they shared an evil, twisted secret too: They went to a party a few weeks ago, and a guy named John was there. They hated John. The story was that John was the school quarterback, and he was attractive, smart, and a happy spirit. But he had a nasty side…and John’s was “stealing” girlfriends, which he usually succeeded.  One afternoon at a home football game, John went up to Tracy. Tracy was beautiful, independent, and strong…but taken by Jane’s guy best friend, Anthony.  They’ve been together for almost a year.

                “Hey, babe,” John said, putting an arm around Tracy. His cologne aroma enveloped Tracy.

                “John?” Tracy threw a confused look at him. “I’m taken, and you know that.”

                “He doesn’t have to know,” smirked John and he drew in close to Tracy, longing for a sweet kiss from her luscious, berry-scented lips.

                She scoffed. “Are you crazy?” she whispered to John angrily, putting a finger up to his lips. Tracy glared at John and turned away. “You’re not getting anything!” Tracy walked away, and decided to go home. She went on the dirt path, a shortcut back to the parking lot to leave. She didn’t want to deal with this loser. Tracy walked halfway through the woods, when she heard a twig snap.  But before she could even turn around, a cold, big hand wrapped around her mouth, and Tracy couldn’t scream for help…Tracy was scared for her life.  She was turned around, and she saw it was John. He looked at her with mean, fierce, and angry eyes. Her eyes got really wide asking him to spare her. But the next thing Tracy knew, she was on the ground, with her shorts ripped open. John undid his belt buckle, and did the unimaginable. Tracy left the game, running to her car in tears, after he had finished. She drove straight to Jane’s house and told Jane and Emily what had happened. They vowed revenge.

                So at the party when they saw John, they took it as the perfect opportunity to strike.  Jane and Emily walked over and flirted with John, with one deadly intention only. It worked and they suggested going to the woods for some “fun.” They traveled deep into the damp woods.

“So…Where are you taking me?” John asked anxiously.

“Almost there,” Emily smiled at him, and squeezed his hand.

“Awesome. What do you ladies have in store for me?” John inquired.

 “Nothing much, baby.” Jane said as she stuffed a handkerchief in his mouth so no one could hear him. Then she took out a rope and tied his hands behind his back. He looked very confused and bewildered, and Jane explained in a seductive voice “Don’t worry. You’ll like this,” and she winked at him. A split second later, Emily’s flashlight struck his head and John tumbled to the ground. Moans of pain quietly seeped through the cloth.  Again, and again, the flash light clobbered John; and they laughed as they watch him roll in agony. Then, he stopped stirring.

“Go check on him, Emily!” Jane insisted.

“Oh my god,” Emily whispered to herself. She turned to Jane with a face as white as snow, and their hearts stopped.

 They didn’t expect him to…die. Fright and terror flooded their minds, and they knew no one could know about this murder. They hid his body under all the leaves, and came back later that night after the party ended with shovels to bury his broken, limp body.

“We take this to our graves. No one can ever find out. But, we can tell Tracy. I’m sure she’d like to know about this.” Jane said gravely.

Emily nodded her head in agreement, and walked back through the woods to Jane’s car. Jane dropped Emily off at her house and said “Goodnight,” and sped away when the chance prevailed. Emily walked slowly to her door, and slipped inside quietly. She ran into her room, and collapsed on her bed. Then she got up and put on some fuzzy pajamas, and took a few painkillers. Emily stared in her dirty mirror and looked at herself then warm, salty tears slid down her face. One word rang in her head. Loud and clear it shouted to her: MURDERER. She nestled under some warm blankets, and sobbed.

 “I hope this was just stupid nightmare,” she thought to herself as she fell sound asleep.

The next day, Emily woke up from the sun’s rays through her window.  She got up, feeling empty and drained. Emily served herself a bowl of cereal and flicked on the television.

“I just want my son back,” cried a young looking woman.

                “Don’t worry Mrs. Anderson. We will find John. I have my whole force on the lookout for him,” a sturdy sheriff reassured her.
                “I don’t think he ran away. He’s never done this before.” 

                “No alarm. We have no idea what happened to him. For all we know he could be in the next town, with some girl.”

“Oh, Johnny! If you are listening, I love...”

Emily flicked off the TV and burst into tears.

                Meanwhile, Jane was knocking at Tracy’s house. She had to tell her what they had done to John. “Tracy…We did it.”

“Did what?” said Tracy in a confused voice.

“John, honey. You’ll never have to worry about him anymore.”

“Jane! Did you really?”
“Yeah. I feel…different now. But, it’s what friends do, right?”

“….right.”

                Two Weeks Later.

                Beep, Beep! Emily jumped, and glanced at the clock. It was two in the afternoon. Beeeeep. Beeeeep. It was Jane in her Jeep. Emily rolled her eyes and threw her window up and shouted. “I’m getting ready, calm yourself.”

“Hurry up! Seriously, I’ve been trying to call you for 3 hours now!” Jane yelled back. She waited another three minutes before Emily was dashing out the door with her purse and cell phone.

“Sorry, Jane,” Emily breathed as she fastened her seat belt. “Now..what is it? I actually wanted to sleep in longer. That party at Sabrina’s was rough!” she exclaimed in laughter. “I saw Adam and McKenzie and they were….” Emily stopped at the look of Jane’s serious face. “What’s wrong?”

“I have a confession to make. I’ve been seeing really screwed up things ever since we did that thing we don’t speak of.” Jane’s eyes darted around nervously. “I haven’t really been able to sleep. It’s gotten to the point that I’m terrified to be alone.”

“You’re not alone. I’ve been seeing things too. I’m getting so scared. I have no idea what it is.”
                “I’ve been doing some research,” Jane pulled out a stack of papers, “and I think they’re ghosts…”

“Ghosts?!” Emily exclaimed, squirming in her seat.

“Yeah, ghosts…and apparently, they aren’t Casper. They can get into our minds, and I think that’s why we’ve been seeing, and I don’t know about you, but hearing things too.”

“I hear a deep voice whispering to me every night, Jane. I can’t even make out what he’s saying; but sometimes, I swear I feel it breathing on my neck, and I just want to die. I get scared to death.”
                “Well part of the research says we can stop it. We just have to use this,” she said with a smile implying that everything was going to be alright. She was holding a Ouija board. “We can talk to the spirits and ask them what they want. Then we can stop the ghosts from coming.”

“Let’s do it.”

A few hours later, in a dark confined area the girls set up the Ouija board with several lit vanilla scented candles. It looked creepy, but it was perfect for the occasion. The sat down and looked at each other with bold eyes. Then they nodded their heads, the signal to start. They put their hands on the wooden block and then Jane spoke out. “Are there any spirits out there? Answer us, please.”

Nothing happened for a few seconds, then all of a sudden the wooden block started sifting towards, yes. “Oh my god!! Jane! Did you do that?” Emily asked.

“No...Did you?”

“Why would I ask you if I did it? It’s called logic,” she sneered at Jane.

“Ugh, whatever. Let’s get on with this. Who are you?” Jane asked the spirit.

The block shifted again, and again, and twice more. It spelled out a familiar name: JOHN. They both immediately gasped.

“What do you want John?” Emily sobbed.

The block moved, and spelled out Y-O-U.

Emily screamed. “We’re sorry John!”

Jane sat emotionless. “I’m not sorry. You raped Tracy. John, you bastard, you deserved to die.”

The block started moving again, and spelled out “I’m gonna get you all back.”

Emily was extremely terrified. “Can we please stop, Jane? Please!” she begged.

Jane didn’t say anything, she was looking down with all her hair blocking her face.

“Jane...Jane, answer me!” Emily nudged Jane persistently.

“You’re going to die, Emily,” and Jane looked up at Emily with the most disturbing smile ever. Before Emily could run away, Jane’s hands wrapped around Emily’s neck chocking her. She slammed Emily into a window, breaking it. They both slid to the ground. The glass crunched as they rolled and wrestled each other.

“No…let…go!” she kicked Jane with all her strength, and threw her off.

A male voice boomed out of Jane’s mouth. “Hey, Emily. It’s John. How does it feel to be killed by people you trust?” She leaped towards Emily and knocked the air out of her. Emily fell to the ground and she felt a shot of pain travel up her body. Jane stabbed Emily’s foot with a piece of shattered glass.

“No. John, please!”

Jane took out the blade, and stabbed Emily’s thigh.

A loud painful scream pierced the air. “I’m sorry, John. Please, don’t kill me! Please, don’t.”

Jane took out the blade again, but then Emily gathered all the strength inside of her to get up and snatch the glass out of Jane’s hands. “Jane, I’m sorry.” and Emily’s eyes closed, and she felt the blade stab through the flesh of Jane’s body. Then she felt a warm sensation wet her palms. She opened her eyes  and saw Jane crying.

“Why Emily?” Jane asked confused. She was dying, and the spirit had left her. Jane had no idea what John did while he possessed her. This was exactly what John wanted.

“I…I…” speechless, she hugged Jane. They hugged each other tight for the longest time.

“I love you, Emily.” Jane whispered into Emily’s ear and she felt Jane’s grip loosen, and her chest stopped heaving.

“Oh, Jane!” she burst into hysteria.

A new voice entered the atmosphere. “Is everyone alright? I called the cops, I heard screams.” The stranger knocked on the door. “Hello?? Anyone there?”

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” Emily sighed angrily. She climbed out the broken window, and then heard in the distance the sirens of cops. She ran, as fast as she could, but she knew they would find her. It’s pretty hard to miss a teenage girl covered in blood. How could they ever believe her story? Emily knew they wouldn’t even consider for a second what she had to say was true. Emily was already a trouble maker and had been in trouble with the law before. She ran to the hills, which was a wrong move. A cop was stationed there, and on the lookout for suspicious activities.

“Stop running! Young lady, stop running!” The cop called out on her car megaphone.

This only made Emily run faster. She reached the Salty Cavern, a hangout the local teens would go to on the weekends that was on a cliff, by the water. She finally reached the very edge, and the cop stopped. Back-up arrived seconds later, and all the cops came out. “Don’t take another step. I’ll jump!” she threatened.

“We just want to know what happened. What’s your name?”
                “Emily Carpenter. I think I killed my best friend. I’M A MURDERER,” she shouted.

“We can help you Emily. Step of the ledge.”

“No one can help me. If I come in, all that’s going to happen is me getting thrown in prison for the rest of my life!”

“Would your friend want you to do this?”

“No.”

“Then step off, for her sake.”

All of a sudden, another car pulled up. It was Tracy. “Emily! Don’t jump. I have something to say. I lied. I lied about the whole thing. John never raped me. I’m pregnant you know?! I just wanted to cover up the fact that John was my baby’s father, even though I was with Brandon. I’m sorry I lied about all of this.  I never wanted any of this to happen.”
                “You lying….UGH!” Emily screamed at her.

“I’m sorry, Emily. I know. Please, for me too, step of the ledge.” Tracy begged.

Emily stood for about 5 minutes, and the tension in the air was thick as she thought about stepping off. Then finally she sighed and decided. “Fine.”

She was about to step off, but then a scary looking spirit rose off from the ground. It looked decayed, and grimy. It had dirt stuck underneath its fingernails, and worms were creeping within its skin.  Emily’s heart stopped in fright, and it took a step towards her. “NO! GET AWAY.” She took a step back, and felt the ledge give away. She tried to grab onto the ghost, but it turned out it was Tracy, and she was probably hallucinating the whole ghost thing. She accidently pulled down Tracy with her. Emily didn’t even really have time to react. Her heart raced a bit, but Emily thought she kind of deserved this death. Tracy looked at her, during their last seconds, with an accepting face that said it was alright.

But right before she died, a dark voice whispered in Emily’s ear “I told you I’d get all of you back.”

time to vent


dear brandon,
you're being a dumbass. i've been begging to see you and hang out for a while, and we never get to. i understand that you live 40 minutes away from me now, quite understandable why we can't hang out right?
then i assume you should understand why it really rustles my jimmies when you say we can't hang out. then the next day you randomly go to busch gardens, which is an hour away from where you live... -.- at 7:45 PM. WHYWHYWHY. Its suspicious, to say the least. you didn't even text me either.  Then , yesterday, you go to the MOVIES. When i been begging to go on a date for you FOREVER, and you always say you dont have money. but i guess its fine you go to the movies around 9:45 PM . Going to the movies that late, not weird at all. -__- You claim you go with your best friend, and you probably did. But its freaking weird. and aggravating you can hang out with him whenever you feel like it, and not me when i've been asking. sorry, i get that he works out on the weekdays for football :p but, you saying i have every day to see you except the weekends is IGNORANT. I cannot drive by myself. My father works on the weekdays. Maybe you should get your freaking drivers license . I'm younger than you and i have my permit. and your practically 16 . -_-

wtf is wrong with you, you aree such a freaking jerk ugh.

k,

Rachel.

I just made this. And I'll figure this out. and I shall enjoy this website.

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