No Fear

I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.  That's all I could think about when I saw the dark figure coming towards me with a huge butcher knife...

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                      Earlier that week...

Great, another old fashioned school with people obsessed with celebrating Halloween, I thought looking at Salem High.  The yard had Jack-o-lanterns along the sidewalk leading to the door.  Inside the school, the walls were covered with posters of witches, ghosts, vampire, goblins, you name it.  I was pretty sure the rooms were as decorated as the halls.  I confirmed my prediction when I reached my homeroom.  How lame, why does everyone make a big deal about Halloween?  

I didn’t want to be here.  Infact, I want to be back in Orlando, Florida, with all of my friends.  But since my dad got a new job, we had to move here to Salem, Massachusetts.  I noticed I was the only one still standing in my homeroom and that’s when the teacher noticed me.  

“Ahh, you must be Celina Heartford.  Your seat is over there,” She pointed,”next to Trevor.”  Instantly a guy with black hair, brown eyes, pale skin, dressed in all black responded to the teacher by waving his hand.  Obviously this must be Trevor.  I walked over to the desk as the whole class watched me as I sat down.  Well, now everyone knows who the new girl is.  Great.  

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The day seemed to go by very slowly.  A lot of people stared and pointed at me.  I really don’t know why I’m getting all this attention.  I’m just a normal student here.  Well, define normal.  But I don’t even consider my self attractive.  Says the girls with low self esteem.  I hate how I’m so short, but I guess I like my white blonde hair and green eyes.

The bell rings and I realize it’s time for lunch.  I have no idea where to sit.  Then I spot an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria.  I head over to it and sit down, taking out my book.  I was quite content reading my book after awhile until I felt a presence behind me.

“Hey.,” said the voice.  I turned around, and saw that it was that kid from my homeroom, Trevor. 

“Can I sit here?,” Trevor asked.  I was surprised anyone even wanted anything to do with me.  

“Um, sure, suit yourself.,” I responded, secretly happy for some company.  He sat down, quite at first, but then he broke the silence between us.

“So, do you believe in ghost stories?,” He questioned.  Startled at the sound of his voice, it took me a second to respond.

“Eh, not really.  I think all this Halloween stuff is just hocus pocus. Stories just to scare the little kids.”  

He seemed amused at my reply, then said,”Oh really?  So nothing ever scares the new girl?”

“Nope, afraid not.”

“Prove it,” He said,”meet me at the old Johnson house on Halloween, this Friday at 11:30 p.m.”

Then he gets up and walks away, turning around to give me one last look with a smirk on his face.

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“Hey mom,” I said, walking in the front door of my house,”what’s the old Johnson house?”  My mother looked at me curiously, then said,”I thought you would have heard about it already in school today.,” She paused to take a sip of her tea, then finished,”Well, back during the Salem witch trials, the Johnsons were a family of five, who were all accused of practicing witchcraft.  The townspeople got sick of them and went to their house one day with weapons of all sorts and flaming torches.  They killed everyone in the family except the eldest daughter, Mary.  She hid in the attic, but they found her eventually but before they could kill her, she took her own life with a butcher knife.  It is said that she wanders around the house looking for the rest of her family, and that if anyone disturbs her they will be killed with a knife for revenge.”

“Oh, just another ‘scary’ ghost story,” I stated sarcastically, then added,”I’m going out, I’ll be back for dinner.”

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Friday came soon enough.  I’ve seen Trevor here and there throughout the week and he’d always remind me.  Whatever, it’s nothing to be scared of.  Right?  Duh of course.  I walked to my locker and opened the door.  A little piece of paper fell out and I picked it up.  It read:

Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black.  She had a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back.  She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe.  She cannot cry, cry, cry.  That’s why she begs, begs, begs, she begs to die, die, die.

I knew it was Trevor’s doing.  I can’t believe he thought this crap would scare me.  If he thinks this would freak me out, well, he’s got to try a lot harder.  When I passed him in the halls, I said,”Very funny Trevor, very funny,”  He just smiled as he walked by.

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It’s the big night, tonight is Halloween.  It’s 11:15 p.m. as i head out of the door on my way to the Johnson’s house.  When I got there, Trevor was sitting on the stoop, waiting for my arrival.  The Johnson’s house was an old Elizabethan style house.  The small windows were broken, and the wood looked rotten in some places.  Hopefully I don’t fall through the floor.  

He looked up when I walked in front of him, my footsteps being the only sound around besides the leaves in the wind.  He smiled a small, coy smile and asked,”You ready to be scared?,”  I raised my eyebrows and replied,”Me?  Scared?  Not going to happen.”

“Well, we’ll just see about that.,” Trevor said.  He started walking to the door, then stopped,  opened the door, and gestured,”Ladies first.”  I walked in and it was really dark.  Thankfully there was a full moon, giving off some faint light.

I was so preoccupied studying the house, I didn’t really notice Trevor walk by me towards another room, and up some stairs until i heard his footsteps thumping up the stairs.  I quickly followed after and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“Trevor!,” I shouted.  But he was nowhere to be seen and there was no reply.  I started walking up the stairs, which creaked under my every step.  At the top of the stairs there was a long hallway with no light.  I heard a loud banging sound in the other room.

“Trevor?,” I mostly whispered to myself.  I walked towards the room, cautiously.  Holding my breath, I stepped into the room, then let it out in a sigh because the only reason there was a banging noise was because the shutters were open.  They were hitting against the side of the house.  It suddenly got cold in the room.  I walked over to the shutters and closed them, expecting the chill to go away.  But it was still ice cold.  Oh shit.  Where the hell is Trevor?

I then heard a scraping sound, like a knife being dragged along the floor.  It got louder every second.  My heart started racing.  Then, it just stopped.  The window blew open, making me jump.  I have a bad feeling about this.  I’m getting out of here, screw Trevor.  

I walked out of the room, and thought I felt something behind me.  I quickly turned around, expecting Trevor to be there, but nothing was there.  I quickened my pace as I went towards the stairs.  A chill ran down my spine and I decided to run down the stairs and into the room that lead to the entrance.  I suddenly got freezing cold and I heard footsteps coming slowly towards me.  

And that’s when I thought I was going to die.  A dark figure with a huge butcher knife was walking towards me.  I let out a bone chilling scream as the figure stepped into the light.  Trevor.