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Knife, a ghost story

Novel By: Rina13
Horror



“Aaaah!!!” Anna screamed, “Ghost!”The ghost stopped and looked over at her. A smile crept on its face and it started moving towards Anna with astonishing speed. Anna backed away, curling up into a ball at the corner of her bed. She leaned back a little too hard and roughly clipped her head on the windowsill. Blackness surrounded her as she fell into unconsciousness. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 31, 2011    Reads: 27    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The Knife…

It was a hot and sunny evening, but rapidly changing to an orange sunset, the crickets chirped happily. It was that scene in a movie that made you feel good about life. Anna sighed, story books had happy endings, but life didn't. This was bound to have a crash landing. Just like their last house, this was a multistory glory that would fail them. Who knew what it would be this time, falling tree, rotten ceiling, cracked walls, or maybe it had a mouse infestation. While Anna thought dreary things, Hannah, her sister, noticed the lovely trees, and the dew sparkling flowers. Hannah was the kind of person who thought the glass was half full in any situation, whilst Anna would think it was empty. The sisters had the same long hair, but Anna would say it was dirty blond, while Hannah would say it was perfectly golden! Exact opposites, yet they got along so well… odd.
Anna's dad was jiggling the key around in the lock, to get the creaky door to budge. Finally, it swung open, and, it could have just been a cloud, but as soon as the interior of the room had been revealed, an eerie darkness seemed to have crept over the building, now, Anna noticed, the house looked to have been built centuries ago. Who knew what could be lurking in those dark shadows, slinking at every corner, Anna tried to shake out of her mind thoughts of what could be plaguing their new home with that other worldly feeling.
Anna's mother left to buy supplies for breakfast, and the rest of them ate a hardy dinner, which was surprising for leftovers, Ella had made them a roast turkey and green peas for their, "quick snack". While Anna scoffed down her meal, she glanced around the room, picturing ghosts haunting every turn. Anna was terrified of ghosts, ever since she snuck out of bed late at night when she was 7 and watched one of her mother's scariest horror movies. 5 years later, she still couldn't stand the possibilities of supernatural beings watching her every move.
After dinner, Anna's mother got back, so their dad whisked them off to bed, that is, after he checked each room for ghosts to please Anna. When in bed, Anna smiled, glad that her ghost suspicions were gone, and she snuggled up and drifted into a happy dream. She woke up an hour later, and looked over to Hannah's bed on the other side of the room, Hannah wasn't in it!
"Hannah!" Anna shouted, "Where are you!"
"Shush!" urged Hannah, "I've just gone to get a drink! I'm in the kitchen, I'll be right back"
"Oh, ok, sorry." Anna mumbled.
Anna saw a shadow moving towards Hanna's bed, figuring it was Hannah, Anna said, "g'night Hannah", but she was given no reply. Anna looked back at the shadow and saw that it was a foggy figure, tinted green. She slid under the covers leaving only her wide eyes on the surface. Risking another look at the figure, she noticed it had something in its hand, a knife! A real, manmade knife! Looking closer at it, she saw that it was the butcher knife from the kitchen.
"Aaaah!!!" Anna screamed, "Ghost!"The ghost stopped and looked over at her. A smile crept on its face and it started moving towards Anna with astonishing speed. Anna backed away, curling up into a ball at the corner of her bed. She leaned back a little too hard and roughly clipped her head on the windowsill. Blackness surrounded her as she fell into unconsciousness.
Anna woke, sweaty and scared, she gasped as last night's haunting rushed back to her memory.
"Ghost!" she screamed frantically. Her head hurt and she vaguely remembered hitting it on the window. Where was she now? Was she alive? Where was the ghost? Had it gotten her? She wondered.
"What's going on? Are you ok Anna?" asked her worried dad.
"Gh…gh, ghost!" Anna stuttered. She winced as the ghost reappeared, knife in hand, behind her dad. It smiled menacingly, making chopping motions with the sharp blade.
"Duck!" screamed Anna. The ghost faded into nothing as Anna's dad looked around, confused by his daughter's words. The knife clattered to the ground where the evil spirit had been standing. He went as pale as bone, the clang of blade meeting tile ringing in his ears.
"Time to move!" he said quickly.





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