GHOSTS

When we first moved into our house in 2004 we have heard from everyone from our naborhood that a woman had gotten murdered from her cereal killer ex husband. I was scared at the thought of the subject. But I did not believe it. The relater told us that nothing like that has ever happened. But I always wanted to know what were the red spilled stains all over the attic floor. But my mother claimed it was just paint. And that’s how the story probably got started by some kid seeing the paint and saying it was blood. My mother words made me feel a lot better and I started not to worry about it much. But when school started and I started making lots of friends I started asking my friends to come over. But none of them ever wanted to. I started getting use to the fact that my whole nationhood was scared of my house. I never found anything really scary about it. I mean there were no noises at night. That all changed one night, it was January 14. Claimed to be the first year from her (the lady that got murders death) I didn’t think of it at all. I went to bed thinking about school tomorrow and how I had so much homework. When my thoughts were interrupted by the scream of a woman, this loud figerious scream. I jumped up from my bed and dashed for my mother’s room. “Mom, mom! Is everything ok? Mom!” I ran into her room, suddenly stopping noticing she was sitting on her bed reading like there was nothing wrong. “Mom, what happened?”
“Nothing honey? I’m fine why?” “You. You... Didn’t you screa…never mind. I guess it was a dream good night”
As I walked into bed I thought to myself. Was I really dreaming? Or did I really hear something? I have no admitted that I was a little afraid. I tried falling back asleep. But I couldn’t help thinking about that scream. It was so cold. An ice chilling scream., that could wake anyone. Why didn’t my mother hear it? Then I suddenly remembered that it was the one year anniversary of the murder. I became so scared that it was hard to breathe. A chill went through my whole body. Was that? No, no it couldn’t be. Could it? These thoughts couldn’t not get out of my head. “But why would she come back? Whets the point? She’s dead. What does she want from me? I tried sleeping but I couldn’t. Suddenly my door opened. I lay there. Breathless, scared. There was no sound. As I slowly look up from my covers. There she is, blood socking from her. Her eats filed with anger and hatred. You killed me she screamed. You killed me! I was frozen in my bed. My whole body was cold and I could not move. “Look at me, look at me!” she screamed. Her neck slashed her arms ripped with flesh have off. I couldn’t move, I lay there. Blood dripping of her cheeks. Her crying turned to screaming. Suddenly the room started to spin. “Thank god I’m fainting” that was my only thought. But when they room stopped I lay there on the cold ground, in the attic. I stood up, and noticed there was no red stained on the floor. It was then what I realized what was happening. She had come in my room to bring me back, to show me what had happened to her. I was there about to witness the murder of a 27 year old woman. There was a bang on the door, and the door flew open. There she was in the arms of a man, you couldn’t see his face he had a black mask on. “NOO” she cried” “ let me go, noooo!!!!! Help! Help! Someone help me” the man threw her on the ground. “stupid bitch no one can here you. Your alone, no one can save you” his voice was strong, and mean. He pulled out his knife. Her face turned to ice as she saw it. “ noooo help!!!!!! Someone help” he stabbed it into her chest. I screamed, I cried, but some force was holding my head I couldn’t move I couldn’t close my easy. I had to watch. The blood stained her clothes. Her white night gown soon became red. She screamed, yelled in agony. He was holding her down so strong that she couldn’t move. She cried “no, no, no, oww no” he stabbed her again but in the ribs. She screamed as the blood flowed like a river through the floor. She looked at me, with her cold blue easy. The blood flowing from her mouth. She just started at me. Her cold easy staring through me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. As she breathed her last breathe, she looked at me with a single tear flowing from her. After the screaming, and yelling was through. The man took of his mask with his bloody flesh fingers. As he slipped of his mask. I screamed, then man in the mask was