The Avengance of a Ghost

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Submitted: March 14, 2010

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It was a cold winters evening. I had just finished my after school club. I could hear the howl of the wind, and I could see the large white snowflakes dropping from the sky.
I let one drop on my tongue but it tasted like water.
I stopped messing about and checked my phone time.
It was six o’clock, damn where was that guy, I shouted into the locker room.
“Hey Riley !
Hurry up I want to go home and get warm, before we go and have that massive snowball fight we planned.
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“You take longer than a turtle, come on.”
Ok!” Riley said stubbornly.
We walked through the corridors, our footsteps echoing. We were the last left in the school.
As we neared the bus stop, Riley spoke.
“Can I use your phone please Alex ”.
“I checked my pockets until it got to the point, where I was practically slapping my pockets.
“Crap, I left my I-phone at school, I’m going to go get it”.
“I’ll probably be back in five minutes, but if I’m not back go on without me”.
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I ran through the corridors and retrieved my phone.
On the way back I stopped for a drink, at one of many fountains at our school when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I saw a looming shadow.
I jumped back and a figure materialised.
It was an old man with a hunchback; bleach white hair; large freckles and blood red eyes.
My first reaction was to scream, but I held it back and steeled my nerves.
I wasn’t weak if this old man attacked me, I could defend myself.
As I turned to run the old man blocked my path.
I punched, but I was punching through thin air, however that wasn’t the worst thing by the time I had put my down.
I was stuck, literally paralyzed.
Ghost, it had to be a ghost my mind was working overtime, but one thing registered in my brain, he looked very familiar.
The ghost began talking.
“Do I know you from somewhere”.
“What” I exclaimed.
I said the words slowly “I do not know you, now let me go”.
“Tell me your name”.
I wanted to get away from here so I replied.
“Alex Rider”.
The ghost thought for a while, and let me go.
I was freed instantly, I began running away, but as I turned the corner, I looked back at his blood red eyes.
They were full of hatred and confusion.
From then on I knew something was truly wrong.
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By the time I reached the bus stop near nearest to my house it was nearly seven o’clock.
I had almost forgotten about the encounter with the ghost, but not entirely.
The air was chilly around me, but when it got even chillier when there was no wind, I knew something was wrong.
I looked around and saw a faint outline of a shadow, lucky one of the street lamps were working, but I wasn’t feeling so lucky.
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I ran, surely I could outrun a man with a hunchback.
“Leave me alone”. I screamed
I turned onto my street, slipping and sliding in the snow.
The doors whizzed past me 71; 77; 79 and then finally 79.
I slotted my key into the lock, feeling exhausted.
I opened the door.
Stepped inside and slammed the door firmly shut, put the bolt on and ran up the stairs and jumped under my covers.
I knew it was a pathetic attempt at surviving, but what could I do.
I heard him creeping up the stairs, and I could now see his shadow under the gap between the door and the floor.
“What do you want” I called
“I want revenge for what your Grandfather did to me”.
“What my Grandfather hasn’t done anything he’s been dead eleven years”.
“Yes he has, I’ve been dead for fourteen years because of him”.
“Oh, and why have you been hanging around my Grandson?” the ghost said from outside the door.
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“He’s my best friend, but you still haven’t answered my question”.
“What did my Grandfather do to you”.
“I will so you” the ghost said in a deep disturbing voice.
The last thing I ever heard was a tap, tap, tap on the door…
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A few weeks later, the court had come to a decision, I stood at the back listening.
There were no witnesses to the killing of Alex Rider.
He had been trailed for murder, he was the last person to be seen with Alex.
He was being sentenced on this evidence:
Riley Mason had found out that his Grandfather, had been killed by Alex Rider’s Grandfather, and so due to this he had wanted avenge his own Grandfather’s death.
 “Riley Mason, since you are over the age of seventeen and you have no evidence backing you”.
“You will be sentenced to at least eleven years in prison.
Later that day
“Breaking news here we have just received a report that someone has been killed about 4 miles away from the last killing”.
“Riley Mason pleaded innocent in court today, if he wasn’t lying could we have a serial killer on our hands”.
“Who could the killer be maybe Alex Rider would know”.
“Thank you for listening to BBC news radio”.
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I walked down my road again, my body practically invisible.
I thought to myself, I can’t kill the ghost who killed me, but I can kill the closest person to him alive.
In eleven years, my time will come.
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