Whisper of the dead

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

This is a story about gianna carstairs. she walks home one evening and something feels different

One dark evening around 10pm I was walking home from my job, only five blocks away from my apartment, when I heard a rustling behind me. I turned my head and seeing nothing continued. I wasn't usually bothered by noises, I had taken shotokan karate for ten years, but tonight was different. Yesterday my brother had gone missing, he was my twin brother and we had never really been separated like this. As I was walking I kept hearing strange and unsettling noises, I tried to not let it bother me but my head kept whipping around, a tree would sway in the slight breeze and I would become paralyzed. Heart racing I ran the last five minutes back to my apartment. My brain kept coming up with different scenarios as I tried to sleep: had my abusive ex-boyfriend found out where I had moved? Was he going to try to kill me? Had he already killed my brother? Why was I suddenly losing confidence? 


I woke up with a start, sweat was dripping down my face and neck, and my heart was beating rapidly. I breathed deeply to calm myself, and looked carefully around my room; everything seemed fine. My alarm went off a second later and I got up to get ready for class. Standing in front of the mirror, quickly pulling my short blonde hair into a ponytail, I looked down at the table in front of me and gave a little gasp at the sight.  Blood was dripping off of my keys. With no time to think about the situation I ran to the sink to wash off the blood, my mind racing with questions: where had the blood come from? Was I bleeding last night and I just didn't notice Humming softly as if to calm my nerves I went outside, locking my door carefully. Walking to the bus station without any problems I clambered onto the bus and peacefully enjoyed the long twenty minute ride ride to my college.


I sighed as I stepped out into the crisp midday autumn air. The wind whipped at me making my hair dance around my shoulders. I quickly walked to the bus station just in time to grab the next bus. Sliding down into one to the cramped seats Iooked up in time to be caught off guard by a man, dressed all in black, staring at me. As soon as he saw me looking in his direction he looked away but something unsettling still lingered from his stare. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at Donut Hop, the restaurant baby of ihop and dunkin. I stood unsteadily and walked towards the bus exit, suddenly a hand darted out and grabbed my arm. I looked into the dark mean but recognizable eyes of a man. I quickly pulled my arm away from him and yelled to get someone else's attention. People on the bus turned and looked at me but did nothing. I turned back to the man but he was gone. Where could he have gone? I rushed off the bus and ran towards my workplace. Hurrying inside I ran to the changing rooms and quickly put on my uniform, my mind racing with a million questions; how did the man get off the bus? He would have had to go past me, how could he have simply vanished? Shaking my head I ran out just in time to be handed an order and instructed to take it to a table.


Walking home that night wasn't something I'd call enjoyable. At any sudden sound I'd jump, heart racing a million miles a second. When I got home I locked the door and headed down the hall, my heart in my mouth. I stifled a scream when I saw a bloody handprint on the wall. Not understanding what this could mean I ran to my bedroom and locked myself inside. I looked down at my phone on my dresser, no notifications. That's odd, by this time I would be getting a text from my friend Ava. Shrugging off the feeling of unease I went to bed, tired and drained. The next morning I woke up to a loud banging on my door. Sliding on my slippers I ran to the door, opening it to find two policemen standing there. 

¨We have a warrant for your arrest Gianna Carstairs, You have the right to remain silent and to an attorney and if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.¨


Riding in the backseat of the officer's car, memories flooded back to me: me arguing with my brother, the next day he was found lying dead, stabbed to death in his bed. Me and my friend Ava are laughing and talking while at a party, the next day someone finds her neck broken in an alleyway, me and my ex-boyfriends break up, his mom finding him strangled to death in his car. Tears rolling down my face I yelled to the officers up front. 

¨Hey where are you taking me?¨, 

¨To jail and then your execution remember? You ran from court after being prosecuted and found guilty.¨ one of them replied.

 ¨Found guilty of what?¨ I asked in confusion. 

¨You were found guilty of killing three unsuspecting people, all three you had some connection to.¨ 

Sitting in jail I tried to figure out what was happening. When did I kill them? How did I kill them? Hands shaking my brain refused to cooperate and give me the memories*. I remember the last time I was talking with my brother, we had an argument and he said to leave him alone for a while. Everything else after that is fuzzy. When I hung out with Ava at the party I remember being jealous of her good relationship with her boyfriend, I remember leaving the party with her but I don't know what happened next. I recall my breakup with my boyfriend, I told him I was leaving and I never wanted to see him. He chased me out of his house asking for forgiveness and all I remember is the next day, waking up in bed drenched in sweat. ¨I didn't want to kill them¨ my brain said, ¨but they were keeping you from being happy.¨


~The End~


*Side Note: Gianna had a split personality disorder that kept her from remembering the events of her murders, and the man she saw on the bus was her ex-boyfriends ghost (that's why no one bothered to help her because no one else saw it)

Submitted: April 15, 2021

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Excellent Theophilus

Wow! Intriguing! It was a real thriller. Doing good really. It's also simple, short and fascinating. Keep it up!
But, don't give your readers a heart attack. Hahaha!

Thu, April 29th, 2021 5:16pm


Thank you so much! That means a lot.

Thu, April 29th, 2021 11:52am

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