Misty
Sleeping bag hanging on my shoulder, I step slowly onto the old creaky porch of the Jones's, the freakiest house anyone ever talks about. Their house was deep in the woods, and abandoned, or so that's what many believed. I know every detail of the Jones's past, which frightened me even more about this one dare. The family that used to live there consisted of two parents, and one daughter. Misty was her name, a strange and eerie girl of 11. Suddenly, I felt something push me and I fell, hitting my head on a stone. Everything started swimming, until all was a pool of black.
I woke up on the cold ground. Shakily, I stood up and boldly went inside the house. I started looking around for a place to set up my sleeping bag until I found spot in a corner, and started brushing away the dust and spider webs. It was then that I saw her.
"Sharon.have you come to take me away from here?" whispered a dark lump across the room. I could clearly see it was turned away from me.
"Leave me alone, Misty, please." I pleaded. "I thought you would have left this place already." I knew she probably still lived here and wasn't all that surprised; yet I was still quite frightened of her appearance.
"A lot of people thought things like that. My parents thought I was dead." Her voice was now in a low growl. "I had to dig my way out of my own grave because of what people thought but didn't know for sure!" I had enough now, I had to tell her.
"Misty leave me alone! You're freaking me out and you always have!" I screamed. I was tired of her nightly visits, up into my room, where we were alone and she'd whisper all her freakish thoughts to me. I was tired of her questioning stares haunting my every thought. "I knocked you out a while back and told your parents you died because you were ruining my life! I wish you never dug your way out of the only place you belonged!" I gasped, for what seemed an innocent lump turned out to be a ghastly monster.
Misty's skin was encrusted with dirt. Even mold found its way to grow on her arms, and her hands looked like a bunch of vines. She looked like a small tree, except with a mouth full of broken teeth and eyes the color of pale yellow. Her hair was tangled and soiled.
"Sharon," she croaked, "how could you?" She started crawling toward me so I ran in blind panic. I could care less about the stupid dare. When I looked back I saw Misty holding her head and squealing with anger. I never went back there again.
Some say Misty still lives in that old house, but as for Sharon, well, her family moved shortly after they found her body entangled in vines just outside their home.
Sleeping bag hanging on my shoulder, I step slowly onto the old creaky porch of the Jones's, the freakiest house anyone ever talks about. Their house was deep in the woods, and abandoned, or so that's what many believed. I know every detail of the Jones's past, which frightened me even more about this one dare. The family that used to live there consisted of two parents, and one daughter. Misty was her name, a strange and eerie girl of 11. Suddenly, I felt something push me and I fell, hitting my head on a stone. Everything started swimming, until all was a pool of black.
I woke up on the cold ground. Shakily, I stood up and boldly went inside the house. I started looking around for a place to set up my sleeping bag until I found spot in a corner, and started brushing away the dust and spider webs. It was then that I saw her.
"Sharon.have you come to take me away from here?" whispered a dark lump across the room. I could clearly see it was turned away from me.
"Leave me alone, Misty, please." I pleaded. "I thought you would have left this place already." I knew she probably still lived here and wasn't all that surprised; yet I was still quite frightened of her appearance.
"A lot of people thought things like that. My parents thought I was dead." Her voice was now in a low growl. "I had to dig my way out of my own grave because of what people thought but didn't know for sure!" I had enough now, I had to tell her.
"Misty leave me alone! You're freaking me out and you always have!" I screamed. I was tired of her nightly visits, up into my room, where we were alone and she'd whisper all her freakish thoughts to me. I was tired of her questioning stares haunting my every thought. "I knocked you out a while back and told your parents you died because you were ruining my life! I wish you never dug your way out of the only place you belonged!" I gasped, for what seemed an innocent lump turned out to be a ghastly monster.
Misty's skin was encrusted with dirt. Even mold found its way to grow on her arms, and her hands looked like a bunch of vines. She looked like a small tree, except with a mouth full of broken teeth and eyes the color of pale yellow. Her hair was tangled and soiled.
"Sharon," she croaked, "how could you?" She started crawling toward me so I ran in blind panic. I could care less about the stupid dare. When I looked back I saw Misty holding her head and squealing with anger. I never went back there again.
Some say Misty still lives in that old house, but as for Sharon, well, her family moved shortly after they found her body entangled in vines just outside their home.