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Clink. Clink. Clink.
For the fourth time that week, I heard what sounded like chains coming from the other side of my room. The hot, sticky, humid Texas summer air meant that I was basically sleeping with no blanket, and minimal clothing, and the thought of some preditor being on the other side of the room had made me start storing a blanket on the side of my bed, just in case. The clanking started again, and I was really starting to get sick of all this. I threw my legs off the bed, and pushed my glasses roughly on my face. I had never really believed in the supernatural. I was always the, "Stay pure till marriage," girl in my group, and that gives me some credit seeing at age thirteen, most of my friends had already lost their virginity. For the first 13 years of my existence, I was a non-denominational Christian. Which is why, when I got up and went to sit at my computer desk, turned on the monitor, and opened up the internet to Google, I kept thinking to myself, I can't believe I'm doing this. The word "ghost" brought up millions of results. I clicked on the first link, which was, as I expected, an article written by a pastor, saying that ghosts could never exist. I quickly went back to the search page and scrolled down for a few minutes. Then I saw link that looked interesting.
It read, "Specter locator. Why is a ghost at your house? We've got the answer." Well, my house was in a new development area, but still, no harm done, right? I clicked on the link, and it asked me for my address, and I typed it in, followed by my name and a phone number that I could be reached at. I clicked the submit button, and then a pop up came up saying, "Thanks you for using Specter Locator! Please wait one-two weeks for analysis." I groaned, and went back to the search page. Finally, after about half an hour of looking at different sites, I decided it was time for bed. In the morning, I got a call from my friend, Breanna, asking if I wanted to go to the water park with her. It sounded like a nice idea, but I had made plans with another friend of mine. Aaron was the A team football quarterback, and in 8th grade that may not mean much, but hey, he was cute, and I was tutoring. He was almost failing algebra, and he needed some help to pass so he could stay on the team in 9th grade, the following year. At around noon, the doorbell rang and I ran to get it. These were the few times when I bothered to straighten, gloss, powder, and anything else I could do.
"Hey, Holly," Aaron said, side stepping into the room. I smiled and led him to the kitchen. I had whipped up a batch of my signature double chocolate cookies, and they were sitting on the table along with two glasses of milk. We got to work on his summer math tutorials, while we both nibbled at cookies. After about an hour, his head shot up in the middle of an equation. "What's that sound?" he asked. I listened more closely, and there was a faint sound of someone screaming. I'm not just talking like "ahhh! You're tickling me!" screaming. I'm talking like blood curdling screams.
"Stay here," I said, walking back towards the stairs, and then into my room, where the sounds were coming from. The screams were getting louder, but, the second I flung my door open, they stopped, dead. These events were getting worse by the day, and I seriously needed to like talk to my pastor or something about maybe getting an exorcism. It was really messing with my personal life. Shortly after that, Aaron left, saying he had football camp at five. I went online and talked to a few friends, watched some TV, and then finally went upstairs to go to bed. I still couldn't sleep, though, for some unknown reason, and so I threw on a pair of old shorts and a tee and grabbed my iPod. I started on the running path that leads towards the elementary school, letting Hairspray music, Fergie, and even some Plain white T's fill my thoughts, rather than the sounds of the screams from earlier. After Hey There Delilah, I decided to take a breather, and pulled my earphones out. I was looking at my pocket to put them in with the iPod, when I ran, face first, into something. I stepped back, trying to figure out weather my nose was broken or not, and then looked up. There was a guy standing a foot in front of me. He looked fifteen, maybe older, and through the tight tee he wore, I could see he had more muscles than Aaron (which I had seen when we had all gone to the water park once). The guy mumbled a sorry, and jogged the other way. "Rude," I said under my breath. He stopped for a split second, and then kept running. After that, I headed back home, trying to keep a safe distance from weirdo-guy, as I had named him. The jog had taken all my energy, like I had expected, and so when I got home, I stripped out of my tee and shorts, threw on a longer tee, and climbed in bed, not even bothering with the blanket.
"Holly…." Someone moaned, and I woke up, startled. Then they said it again. "Holly…" I was getting really freaked out. I thought that maybe then was a good time to go sleep on the couch. I threw on my glasses and headed for the door. Wham! Something hit me square in the stomach, and I fell back onto the bed. I couldn't see what had done it, but my arms were, for some reason, pinned above my head. An invisible hand traced up my thigh, and I had the urge to scream. I felt something cup over my mouth, and I struggled against the hand holding mine together. The hand traced up my thigh, pulling at the hem of my shirt. And then is slowly started pushing the shirt up, past my panties, and almost half way up my stomach, before I started struggling again. A loud smack and a stinging across my cheek. The hand had moved off my mouth, and I screamed as loud as I could. I got another slap for it. It seemed that the specter was getting tired of me fighting. Something picked me up by the legs, and carried me over towards the open window. I screamed again, as I was held out of the window, dangling a story above the ground. Something moved in the bushes below, and my tears fell fast. And then, the hands on my legs let me go, and when I hit the ground, I was out like a light.