Beckett 'Beck' Oliver walked silently through the woods. His whole basketball team had warned him not to go through Willow Woods.
"You'll never make it out before dark!" Andre Harris had told him.
"Tori's ghost will catch you." Dylan Whitethorne warned.
Seven-hundred years ago, a sixteen year old girl named Victoria 'Tori' Vega had been murdered. It was said that her sprit, hungry for vengeance, wandered the woods, ready to capture any teen that came through. The legend said that she wanted to steal the lives of teens, the way her life was stolen.
Beck snorted. He had never believed in the supernatural stuff, especially ghosts.
A loud snap alerted Beck, he turned around to see a girl his age with long light brown hair, light brown eyes, and a dirty, torn, white dressed that looked like it belonged to another century, not 2011. "Lost?" She asked in a soft, sweet, innocent voice.
"Kinda." Beck replied hesitantly, he didn't like admitting that he was lost.
"Follow me." The girl said simpily, turning around and walking deeper into the forest, leaving Beck staring after her. After a moment of hesitation, he followed.
Beck looked around as they walked deeper into the woods. The trees were getting thicker, and the light was dimming. The girl finally stopped in a small clearing, her back to him.
"Where are we?"
The girl turned around, and Beck was surprised to see her eyes were flaring with rage. "Do you know who I am!" She spat
Terror was starting to rise in Beck, yet, he forced himself to keep his voice steady. "No."
"I'm Tori Vega. I am the ghost of Willow Woods."
Beck started to shake. All those years of believing that the legend was only that, a legend, believing all the kids who had last been seen near Willow Woods, and found dead about a day later had only been killed in a freak accident. He had been wrong.
"What were you doing in my woods!" Tori spat the question at him, her eyes blazing.
Beck was so scared, the only thing that came out was a stutter. "I-I-..."
"Well!" Tori snarled.
"I-I-I was trying to get home." Beck finally choked out. He knew he had seconds, maybe minutes, left to live.
Tori paused for second, almost like she was hesitating. Then she sighed. "Do you have another way home?" She asked quieter, but still sharp.
He nodded quickly.
"What's your name?" Tori asked in the same venom like tone.
"Beck Oliver." Beck said in a quavering voice. He didn't know what was causing him to answer every question the spirit threw at him.
She sighed, and pulled a rusty knife out of the pocket of her dress, and began slowly twirling it between her fingers.
Beck's eyes widened, and he stared at the knife. He knew it. He was going to die.
Tori looked at him, eyes still hellfire bright. "Well? Go!" Very darkly, she added; "Before I change my mind."
Beck dashed off, not yet realizing the fact he was probably the only person who ever survived meeting Tori's ghost.