Don’t Look Now, But She’s Gone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Hi. My name is Bethany. I’ve always loved little kids. But this one little girl, this one, special little girl, always held a special place in my heart. Her name is Rachel. And I’m here to tell you her story. No. OUR story. I’m about to take you back to just a few weeks ago. It all started at the arcade. Rachel and I were holding hands as we walked into our favorite arcade, and as we walked up to the token machine, we would point out all of the crane games we wanted to play on. We always had a lot in common, but the one thing we always loved, was stuffed animals. So once we got our tokens, we ran to the nearest crane game, and started playing. Started winning. Animal after animal, our smiles would grow. Our laughter would become louder and louder. Then, as our hands could no longer hold the stuffed animals we won, we decided to play a different game. So we ran over to the DDR boards and I turned to insert the coins. But something was wrong. I no longer heard Rachel’s laughter. I shrugged it off. ”Maybe she was tired” I thought. But then, as I turned around, she was gone! My heart dropped, just like the coins in my hand. My eyes were wide as dinner plates. My heart was fluttering like leaves in wind. My throat was dry but I forced myself to scream “Rachel!” Then again. “Rachel!” The lack of an answer made me wanna drop to my knees, but I forced myself to stay up to run to the nearest officer to report her disappearance. I described her appearance to the officer, even though my voice was shaky and my hands were trembling. He spoke into his walky-talky, and told me they were gonna do the best they can. I had my doubts but all I could do was hope for the best. So I thanked the officer and walked away as tears rolled down my face. I crossed my arms across my chest. What am I gonna tell her parents? Her mother especially! I sighed and hoped I didn’t run into anyone in her family. But, as if heard from God, I saw her mother in plain sight. She saw me almost instantly, and the look of worry fell upon her face as she sprinted towards me and said “Bethany! Bethany! What’s happened to Rachel?” I led her to the nearest bench and told her the unbearable news, but strangely, her mother didn’t look as worried, or as upset, as I thought she would’ve. She said nothing. She was speechless. It was like all the words were taken from her, and all she was left with was a blank look. Finally, she spoke, but all she could say was “oh my god...” She stood up, head down, eyes looking at the ground, and said, “excuse me”, and walked away. “Strange...” I thought. But I shook it off and continued walking. A few hours later I was at home printing out as many missing fliers as I could. Once they were finished printing, I practically ran out my door and hung them as many trees, as many buildings, and as many windows as I could, and just hoped for the best. But as I was starting to hang my last missing flier, I saw Rachel’s father walking towards me. “Bethany!” He called, as he raised his hand to get my attention. “Oh, hello!” I said, as I forced a smile. But he did not return that smile. The look he gave me was not of a forced joy, nor of real joy. He gave me a look of concern, and my fake smile immediately went away. “Is everything alright?” I asked him. He paused for a few seconds, and then said “No.” I grew increasingly concerned. I paused. For a second, I thought he was gonna cry. But when I saw no tears forming in his eyes, I asked him what was wrong. He paused, but then looked up and looked me in the eyes and said “this family isn’t what it seems” and turned to walk away, but stopped once I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him what he meant. He paused and turned his head, and said “go to the house. Look in her room” and walked away. But before I could ask anything more, he disappeared. What did he mean, “this family isn’t what it seems”? What about his family isn’t what it seems?? What’s at the house he wants me to see?? My fear and my curiosity increases the more I think about it. As usual, my curiosity becomes stronger then my fear, and I start to walk to Rachel’s house. Minutes later, I can see her house, but my eyes widen, and then I gasp, as I see Rachel’s sixteen year old cousin, his white, long sleeve shirt, completely red from the neck down. I hide behind a bush as I peak my head out just enough to see him open the door and walk inside. I turn around and lay my back against the tree. “Oh my god...” I say to myself. I turn to sneak another look at the house, and then I take a deep breath, and once again walk towards the house. Then, I knock on the door, and seconds later, her mom opens the door. Greeting me with a smile, she invites me in and asks if I want a cup of tea. I politely decline and asked her about Rachel. “Did you get any word from the police?” I asked. She looked down at her cup of tea and said no. I looked at her closely. She’s hiding something. But as soon as I was about to ask her another question, Rachel’s cousin walked in the room, still wearing the red and white shirt. I took a closer look and shuttered. It was blood. Realizing this, Rachel’s mother’s eyes widened and looked at me then quickly looked at her daughter’s cousin and said “Michael!” Then she paused and looked at me again, then back at Michael. “What happened to your shirt?” Then, Michael looked at me, then back at his aunt. “Nothing!” He quickly said, a little too loudly. Then he darted back to his room and slammed the door. I looked back at Rachel’s mother, and she smiled nervously then took a sip of her tea, looking away from me. Something’s wrong...something’s VERY wrong. My heart started racing once I went to get up, but almost instantly, Rachel’s mom said “wait! Where are you going?” While she put her hand up to stop me. I looked at her like she was going crazy. But maybe she is? “I’m just going to the bathroom” I said slowly, as I raised my eyebrows. She sighed and quickly put down her arm, realizing she looks and is acting suspicious. And she is. I slowly walked away, my gaze not leaving hers. Then, as I walked towards the bathroom, I saw the door open, with Michael inside. His shirt was changed, but he was vigorously washing his hands. And when I saw the water dripping down into the sink...I saw it was blood...dripping...no...pouring, off his hands and down the drain. My eyes widened and I gasped. Realizing how loud I really was, and saw his head start to turn...I quickly ran into the nearest room...Rachel’s room...once I closed the door, I put the nearest, heaviest chair I could find, against the doorknob, and once I looked forward, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Oh...my...god...stuff was thrown from one end of the room to the other. Bloody hand prints, bloody footprints, bloody everything, covered the floor and the wall. I reluctantly walked around the room, but not one part of the floor was covered in blood. Then, I opened the bathroom door to my horror, and screamed. It was Rachel...her bloody corpse lied in the tub, stab wounds covering her entire neck and torso. Blood was in her hair and on her face. On her hands. Under her nails. Bruises covered her face. Her stomach. She had a busted lip and a black eye. Not one area on her body wasn’t covered in blood or bruises. I was speechless, until I finally got the air back in my lungs, and screamed again. Suddenly, I heard the door slam open, then a bang on the floor, that I’m guessing was the chair I put under the door knob. I guessed right. The chair lied on its side, next to a puddle of, what I now realize, is Rachel’s blood. Once I saw Rachel’s mom in the doorway and heard her say “you found what you were looking for?” I turned around in horror and saw her with her hand on her hip with a look of evil in her eyes. Oh no she did not...my eyes widened...”you did this...” I said in horror. She smiled evilly and said “no Bethany. She did it to herself.” I looked confused. She couldn’t have possibly done this to herself. Then, as if she read my thoughts, her mom said, “she was asking for it.” Then, my heart dropped. “You bitch!” I said as I went after her. But she grabbed me and threw me into the wall before I even had the chance. “And now you’re next” she said, as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a butcher knife. My eyes widened as she lunged towards me, holding the knife in the air. Then I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall and ran towards the door, but she grabbed me before I got the chance to reach for the doorknob. Then she grabbed me by the arms and threw me against the wall as her arm reached back and stabbed into the wall as I avoided her attempted murder. I stared at the knife that was literally inches away from my throat with wide eyes, then looked at my killer almost instantly, who looked at me with such evil, that it sent shivers down my spine. “Please don’t do this” I said quietly. But she heard me. “I already did it to Rachel. And you’re next” she said with a smile. Then, almost instantly, a voice was heard from nearby, that said “over my dead body”. We both looked to our left to find a police officer in the doorway. Rachel’s mom gasped and tried to run away, but regardless of the knife in her hand, I quickly grabbed her, but she broke free and stuck the butcher knife deep inside my stomach, and I instantly screamed and grabbed my stomach as I dropped to my knees, ignoring the fact that she is being tackled by the officer right in front of me. Then once the officer got her in his grip, he handcuffed her and read her her rights. Then when I got the energy to get back up, I saw her stare back at me and say “I’ll be back for you”, and shivers went down my spine. Will she? Then, as if the officer heard me, he said “No she won’t. I’ll make sure of it” and dragged her away. And that was the story of how I lost my best friend. The story of friendship. Murder. Revenge. And what I’ve always wanted ever since her death...closure.


THE END

Hi. My name is Bethany. I’ve always loved little kids. But this one little girl, this one, special little girl, always held a special place in my heart. Her name is Rachel. And I’m here to tell you her story. No. OUR story.  I’m about to take you back to just a few weeks ago. It all started at the arcade. Rachel and I were holding hands as we walked into our favorite arcade, and as we walked up to the token machine, we would point out all of the crane games we wanted to play on. We always had a lot in common, but the one thing we always loved, was stuffed animals. So once we got our tokens, we ran to the nearest crane game, and started playing. Started winning. Animal after animal, our smiles would grow. Our laughter would become louder and louder. Then, as our hands could no longer hold the stuffed animals we won, we decided to play a different game. So we ran over to the DDR boards and I turned to insert the coins. But something was wrong. I no longer heard Rachel’s laughter. I shrugged it off. ”Maybe she was tired” I thought. But then, as I turned around, she was gone! My heart dropped, just like the coins in my hand. My eyes were wide as dinner plates. My heart was fluttering like leaves in wind. My throat was dry but I forced myself to scream “Rachel!” Then again. “Rachel!” The lack of an answer made me wanna drop to my knees, but I forced myself to stay up to run to the nearest officer to report her disappearance. I described her appearance to the officer, even though my voice was shaky and my hands were trembling. He spoke into his walky-talky, and told me they were gonna do the best they can. I had my doubts but all I could do was hope for the best. So I thanked the officer and walked away as tears rolled down my face. I crossed my arms across my chest. What am I gonna tell her parents? Her mother especially! I sighed and hoped I didn’t run into anyone in her family. But, as if heard from God, I saw her mother in plain sight. She saw me almost instantly, and the look of worry fell upon her face as she sprinted towards me and said “Bethany! Bethany! What’s happened to Rachel?” I led her to the nearest bench and told her the unbearable news, but strangely, her mother didn’t look as worried, or as upset, as I thought she would’ve. She said nothing. She was speechless. It was like all the words were taken from her, and all she was left with was a blank look. Finally, she spoke, but all she could say was “oh my god...” She stood up, head down, eyes looking at the ground, and said, “excuse me”, and walked away. “Strange...” I thought. But I shook it off and continued walking. A few hours later I was at home printing out as many missing fliers as I could. Once they were finished printing, I practically ran out my door and hung them as many trees, as many buildings, and as many windows as I could, and just hoped for the best. But as I was starting to hang my last missing flier, I saw Rachel’s father walking towards me. “Bethany!” He called, as he raised his hand to get my attention. “Oh, hello!” I said, as I forced a smile. But he did not return that smile. The look he gave me was not of a forced joy, nor of real joy. He gave me a look of concern, and my fake smile immediately went away. “Is everything alright?” I asked him. He paused for a few seconds, and then said “No.” I grew increasingly concerned. I paused. For a second, I thought he was gonna cry. But when I saw no tears forming in his eyes, I asked him what was wrong. He paused, but then looked up and looked me in the eyes and said “this family isn’t what it seems” and turned to walk away, but stopped once I put my hand on his shoulder and asked him what he meant. He paused and turned his head, and said “go to the house. Look in her room” and walked away. But before I could ask anything more, he disappeared. What did he mean, “this family isn’t what it seems”? What about his family isn’t what it seems?? What’s at the house he wants me to see?? My fear and my curiosity increases the more I think about it. As usual, my curiosity becomes stronger then my fear, and I start to walk to Rachel’s house. Minutes later, I can see her house, but my eyes widen, and then I gasp, as I see Rachel’s sixteen year old cousin, his white, long sleeve shirt, completely red from the neck down. I hide behind a bush as I peak my head out just enough to see him open the door and walk inside. I turn around and lay my back against the tree. “Oh my god...” I say to myself. I turn to sneak another look at the house, and then I take a deep breath, and once again walk towards the house. Then, I knock on the door, and seconds later, her mom opens the door. Greeting me with a smile, she invites me in and asks if I want a cup of tea. I politely decline and asked her about Rachel. “Did you get any word from the police?” I asked. She looked down at her cup of tea and said no. I looked at her closely. She’s hiding something. But as soon as I was about to ask her another question, Rachel’s cousin walked in the room, still wearing the red and white shirt. I took a closer look and shuttered. It was blood. Realizing this, Rachel’s mother’s eyes widened and looked at me then quickly looked at her daughter’s cousin and said “Michael!” Then she paused and looked at me again, then back at Michael. “What happened to your shirt?” Then, Michael looked at me, then back at his aunt. “Nothing!” He quickly said, a little too loudly. Then he darted back to his room and slammed the door. I looked back at Rachel’s mother, and she smiled nervously then took a sip of her tea, looking away from me. Something’s wrong...something’s VERY wrong. My heart started racing once I went to get up, but almost instantly, Rachel’s mom said “wait! Where are you going?” While she put her hand up to stop me. I looked at her like she was going crazy. But maybe she is? “I’m just going to the bathroom” I said slowly, as I raised my eyebrows. She sighed and quickly put down her arm, realizing she looks and is acting suspicious. And she is. I slowly walked away, my gaze not leaving hers. Then, as I walked towards the bathroom, I saw the door open, with Michael inside. His shirt was changed, but he was vigorously washing his hands. And when I saw the water dripping down into the sink...I saw it was blood...dripping...no...pouring, off his hands and down the drain. My eyes widened and I gasped. Realizing how loud I really was, and saw his head start to turn...I quickly ran into the nearest room...Rachel’s room...once I closed the door, I put the nearest, heaviest chair I could find, against the doorknob, and once I looked forward, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Oh...my...god...stuff was thrown from one end of the room to the other. Bloody hand prints, bloody footprints, bloody everything, covered the floor and the wall. I reluctantly walked around the room, but not one part of the floor was covered in blood. Then, I opened the bathroom door to my horror, and screamed. It was Rachel...her bloody corpse lied in the tub, stab wounds covering her entire neck and torso. Blood was in her hair and on her face. On her hands. Under her nails. Bruises covered her face. Her stomach. She had a busted lip and a black eye. Not one area on her body wasn’t covered in blood or bruises. I was speechless, until I finally got the air back in my lungs, and screamed again. Suddenly, I heard the door slam open, then a bang on the floor, that I’m guessing was the chair I put under the door knob. I guessed right. The chair lied on its side, next to a puddle of, what I now realize, is Rachel’s blood. Once I saw Rachel’s mom in the doorway and heard her say “you found what you were looking for?” I turned around in horror and saw her with her hand on her hip with a look of evil in her eyes. Oh no she did not...my eyes widened...”you did this...” I said in horror. She smiled evilly and said “no Bethany. She did it to herself.” I looked confused. She couldn’t have possibly done this to herself. Then, as if she read my thoughts, her mom said, “she was asking for it.” Then, my heart dropped. “You bitch!” I said as I went after her. But she grabbed me and threw me into the wall before I even had the chance. “And now you’re next” she said, as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a butcher knife. My eyes widened as she lunged towards me, holding the knife in the air. Then I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her against the wall and ran towards the door, but she grabbed me before I got the chance to reach for the doorknob. Then she grabbed me by the arms and threw me against the wall as her arm reached back and stabbed into the wall as I avoided her attempted murder. I stared at the knife that was literally inches away from my throat with wide eyes, then looked at my killer almost instantly, who looked at me with such evil, that it sent shivers down my spine. “Please don’t do this” I said quietly. But she heard me. “I already did it to Rachel. And you’re next” she said with a smile. Then, almost instantly, a voice was heard from nearby, that said “over my dead body”. We both looked to our left to find a police officer in the doorway. Rachel’s mom gasped and tried to run away, but regardless of the knife in her hand, I quickly grabbed her, but she broke free and stuck the butcher knife deep inside my stomach, and I instantly screamed and grabbed my stomach as I dropped to my knees, ignoring the fact that she is being tackled by the officer right in front of me. Then once the officer got her in his grip, he handcuffed her and read her her rights. Then when I got the energy to get back up, I saw her stare back at me and say “I’ll be back for you”, and shivers went down my spine. Will she? Then, as if the officer heard me, he said “No she won’t. I’ll make sure of it” and dragged her away. And that was the story of how I lost my best friend. The story of friendship. Murder. Revenge. And what I’ve always wanted ever since her death...closure. 

 

 

THE END


Submitted: November 05, 2020

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