Okay. This is a short story. It won't have chapters unless I decided to post all my short stories here. Anyways, this is my first like horror typed of story ever. Sorry if you guys wanted more or whatever. Hope you like it. This story is called The Girl At the Door. ;)
I lay silently on my bed. I couldn't move. I was frozen with fear. I knew she was coming. I waited motionless, waiting for a sound. I heard a faint knock. I sat up and looked at my bedroom door. It was wide open nobody was there.
Not one second passed, and the door slam shut with a Bang! My heartbeat and breathing quickened as I saw a white ghostly figure at my door. There she was again, I had seen her before when I would walk around the old house I lived in. She wore the same white dress and dark hair. Her dress was all torn and worn out. I had told my parents, but they always told me to stop fooling around and to behave my own age. Now, they were out on vacation and I was home, alone.
The ghostly figure looked at me and smiled a devious smile. This was the first time I saw her smile. I could see all her teeth. They were covered in dirt, and blood. I knew right away that she had intentions to hurt me, maybe even kill me.
"What do you want?" I yelled. "Why don't you leave me alone? Go away! Now!"
"Don't yell. Trust me, it won't hurt a bit." She said in an angelic tone, but she didn't fool me. She was here on a mission, a mission to kill. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She started shaking violently like someone had taken over her body, or possessed. She opened her mouth as if about to say something, but she stayed quiet. Black blood started oozing out of her mouth. She looked down on the floor, black blood now gushing out. She couldn't stop. Her hair was all on her face.
I got up from my bed and slowly and cautiously walked towards her. AS I grew closer, my bare feet walked on liquid. If I were normal, I would have ran away in terror. But, something overpowered me, curiosity or adrenaline maybe. I wasn't sure. I kept walking my feet now covered in blood. I stretched my hand forward. I touched her hair softly Her head popped up and looked at me alarmed, intensity in her black eyes.
I jumped back startled. Blood splashed on her face. She licked the blood. Her eyes turned blacker and wider. She had something in her hand. She brought it close to my face, it was a knife.
She took the knife and cut herself on the face. Blood now covered her left check. She looked at me. The end had come.