Read

Second Death
Rebecca, Age 12, Merced, CA

Amy was scared. There was someone watching her, she could feel it. She had felt it all day, watching her, haunting her steps. At night, Amy heard something coming down the hall. She ran to her door, locked it and pushed her desk against the door. Even with this, she still felt as if she was being watched. And she was.

The next day Amy slowly emerged from her room with dark circles under her eyes, taking small cautious steps forward. Amy walked toward the hall closet with an idea in mind. She opened the closet and took out a tape-recorder. She hid it behind a potted plant, and then proceeded down the stairs for breakfast. Just as Amy was about to eat, she noticed a note from her mother saying that she had left early. Amy was alone. Then Amy heard a shuffling upstairs, and ran upstairs to find out what it was. When she arrived at the top of the stairs, she let out a blood-curdling scream that was soon cut short. All that was left was a small trail of blood, and the tape-recorder; it’s red light still blinking. And that was how Amy’s mom found things when she got home.”

Mandy and her friend Sarah were sitting on Mandy’s bed reciting ghost stories. It was the summer of 1994, and Mandy had recently moved to Atlanta. Ghost stories usually didn’t scare Mandy, but this one did, and not just because it was true. After all, she was living in the same house that Amy had lived in; sleeping in the same room Amy had slept in. Who wouldn’t be scared?

“People say,” continued Sarah breaking through Mandy’s thoughts, “That the ghost of Amy is still wandering, still seeking revenge, waiting until the right time to take someone with her.”

“Sarah, can we stop telling ghost stories?” asked Mandy “This last story freaked me out. How about we put in a movie?

“Sure, whatever you want to do.” replied Sarah, not completely managing to hide her pleasure of scaring Mandy.

As the movie played Sarah drifted off to sleep, but Mandy lay awake for a long time that night, thinking about Amy, and her terrible ending. Mandy finally drifted to sleep, but the thoughts of Amy tormented her even in her dreams.

A few days later, Mandy decided to go through the attic and see if she could find anything of interest. As Mandy ascended the dusty stairs, she began to wonder if she would find anything that had belonged to Amy.

When Mandy first caught site of the attic, it appeared to be a normal attic, but then a sudden draft of air blew through, rustling the drapes, giving the attic a spooky feeling. It appeared that most of the furniture had been moved up here when the family had moved out. Mandy came upon a pretty white desk with elegant carvings on the edges, it stood on four small legs. There was only one drawer, and Mandy went ahead and opened it. Inside there was a picture. As Mandy blew the dust off the picture, she gasped at what she saw. The picture showed a girl of shoulder length blonde hair, with clear blue eyes. The picture was an image of Mandy!

Mandy stared at the picture for a long time, and then turned it over and read the back: Amy, Junior Year 1983. When Mandy turned the picture back over, it was no longer of Mandy, but of a girl with long brown hair, and a gentle face; this time the picture was of Amy. Mandy hurriedly put the picture back, and moved on to look in a mirror. It was very beautiful, and Mandy put it in a box of things to take down to her room. As she crossed the attic, she noticed the attic window, and went over to open it because it was getting stuffy. Just as Mandy was about to open the window latch, she saw that something had been written on the dust of the windowsill. It read: YOU WILL BE NEXT.

Mandy stifled a cry, turned, and ran out of the attic. She didn’t stop until she was in her room, safely locked in. Mandy had a funny sensation that someone was watching her. Mandy turned to the side, expecting to find someone there, but there was no one. She turned to the other side, and again found no one. Mandy gulped uncertainly.

“Mandy! Dinnertime!” called Mandy’s mom from downstairs, causing Mandy to jump.

“Okay Mom! I’m coming!” yelled Mandy back as she walked down the hall. As Mandy was about to descend the stairs, she stopped and turned around for she had felt a pair of unseen eyes watching her. The eyes followed her down the stairs, and watched, continued watching her for the next few days.

Mandy was scared. Someone was watching her, she could feel it. She had felt it all day, watching her, haunting her steps. That night Mandy heard something coming down the hall. She ran to her door, locked it and pushed her desk against the door. Even with this, she still felt as if she was being watched.  And she was.

The next day Mandy slowly emerged from her room with dark circles under her eyes, taking small cautious steps forward. Mandy walked toward the hall closet with an idea in mind. She opened the closet and took out a tape-recorder. She carefully hid it behind a potted plant, and then proceeded down the stairs for breakfast. Just as Mandy was about to eat, she noticed a note from her mother saying that she had left early. Mandy was alone. Then Mandy heard a shuffling upstairs, and ran upstairs to find out what it was. When she arrived at the top of the stairs, she let out a blood-curling scream that was soon cut short. All that was left was a small trail of blood, and the tape-recorder; it’s red light still blinking. And that was how Mandy’s mom found things when she got home.

Home | Read | WriteCopyright | Privacy

This page was last updated on February 28, 2005 by the KIWW Webmaster.