Jenna Tytgat - 897041502

A Sister's Love

Crying. Soft and desperate, like a young child. I heard the sound long before I saw its source. I quickened my pace, the sound making me think of my sister, Sasha.

"Anika..." The voice moaned softly. I began running. It must be my sister calling me!

The chilling wind cut through my clothes, leaving me breathless. My shoe caught on something on the pavement, and sent me sprawling. My palms skidded on the cement, tearing the skin and leaving bloody smears on the concrete. My sister hiccuped, but it almost sounded like a giggle. My knee ached. I picked myself up off the ground and hobbled to my house at the end of the street.

When I got to my front lawn, I nearly fell again. Two fresh graves had just been filled in. Two ancient tomb stones stood erected at the heads of the piles of dirt. The stone was chipped and the carved lettering faded. In between the two graves, my sister knelt. She was small, only six years old. She was holding two hands, both bloody and dirt smeared. I followed the arms with my eyes.

They lead into the graves.

My sister had her head bent. Her delicate pink dress was crusted with mud around the hem, and smeared with dirt everywhere else. I dropped to my knees in front of her. One hand was a mans, the other a woman's.

"No..." I looked closer at the headstones.

Veronica Delmoore

Payed with her Life

1976 - 2012

Kale Delmoore

A Coward in Every Sense

1977 - 2012

"Sasha, wha-what's going on?" I stammered. "Why are there graves with mom and dads names on our lawn? We can't be putting up Halloween decorations yet - it's not even October!" Sasha didn't look up, she just continued to kneel there and cry, holding the hands.

I reached my trembling hand out to try to touch Sasha.

"Do not touch me!" she shrieked. Sasha jolted away from my hand. She dropped our parents hands and they fell limply on the grass, palms facing the sky.

I stared at Sasha, confused. Her hair was covering her eyes, her head was tilted forward and to the side.

"What's wrong?" I choked out.

Sasha giggled. She smiled, raising her head painfully slowly and barring her teeth.

"Oh my God! Sasha!" black fluid was dribbling out from between her teeth. Her teeth were pointed, sharpened like tiny daggers.

Sasha laughed maniacally. The sound it chilled me to the bone. She flung her head back, the black liquid ceasing to flow.

"No, this isn't funny anymore. Sasha, stop it." I raised myself to my feet. I stood up straight, not letting Sasha see how afraid I truly was.

"You think this is a joke? Mom and dad did too..." I heard Sasha's voice but her lips didn't move. She was talking in my head.

"Sasha? What do you mean?" I gasped. Surely this was only a sick joke.

"It is not a joke!" the voice presented itself in my minds eye again.

"This is real. You are not sleeping. You. Can't. Run."

I blinked. Sasha was right in front of me. Her pink dress was perfect. There was no mud on it. Her hair was curly. Her eyes though, oh her eyes. They were black. It was as if the pupil had swallowed the entire rest of the eye.

I blinked again. She was sitting on one of the tombstones. Her dress was muddy and torn again. Her brown hair was matted with blood. I backed away from her, never breaking eye contact. She sat so still, she was doll-like. A fraction of a second later, she was gone again. I spun around looking for her.

She was right behind me, standing there staring up at me with those black soulless eyes.

"You're possessed." I whispered.

"No, not really." The voice sounded surprised that I had come to that conclusion.

"What are you doing? Leave me alone, you demon child!" I cried. I shoved her out of the way and started sprinting towards the street.

"You go much further, and I'll kill you." The voice in my head had a light tone to it, but the message was laced with venom.

I stopped dead. "And if I stay, I'll live?" I almost couldn't believe it. Fear pulled at my heart, holding it in its icy embrace.

"I will not kill you, as long as you come with me." The body of my sister raised her hand, palm up.

After a small hesitation, I walked eerily calm back to her. I took her hand and let her lead me into the house.

She led me into the basement before stopping beside the trap door leading to the cellar.

"Open it." She commanded.

Terrified, I obliged. The cellar door swung backwards making a dull, hollow thud against the wooden floor. I was just standing up, when I felt little hands on my back, pushing me forward.

I screamed as I lost my balance and fell into the cellar on my back. I moaned and rolled onto my side. I could hear something stirring in the shadows.

"You foolish girl. I said I wouldn't kill you, I never said you wouldn't die. You should have kept running, I would have been more merciful." The voice mussed.

I looked up into the square of lights coming from the basement. Sasha was staring down at me, blackened lips turned up into a grim smile. She reached out and took hold of the cellar door.

The blackness was blinding. The last thing I heard before my screams drowned out all else was the sliding bolt of the door being done up and a shuffling noise, frantic and unyielding.

Anika Delmoore

Didn't trust her Heart

1998 - 2012