Having played all the routes from The Letter, a lot of what ifs came into my head and one of them included Isabella finding the necklace instead of the letter.

The Necklace

Isabella

It's so cold in here. Ouch! My foot's trapped on the staircase. I hope that somebody isn't playing a prank on me, because if they are: it's not funny. I lift my foot up, it hurts to move, it's as if there's someone trying to twist it as I walk. Crawling up the stairs, yelling in pain, I make my way into the attic.

They say I'm crazy because I believe in ghosts and all that scary stuff. But I know that they're real because there's a ghost staring right in front of me. The stench of rotten flesh is real. The blood oozing from her mouth drips onto me. I'm here in the attic like Rose told me to come, but there's nobody here but me and this ghost.

So why is there a black necklace laying on the floor? None of the other agents mentioned anything about a necklace, so why now? Judging by the dust and the cobwebs, it's been here for a long time.

"Help me…" she whispers, smiling at me.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I beg.

"Put the necklace on."

She goes for my neck. Without thinking, I grab the necklace and leg it. I shake the door. It's locked. Oh god, I don't want to die when I have so much to live for. I slip the necklace on. The black pendant cools my heated chest. Sweaty and clammy my hands slip from the door.

The ghost cuddles me, then disintegrates into nothing. The door swings open. My feet drag towards the floor. The pain is gone, but my head feels numb. My vision's blurry. The only thing that's clear is that thing smiling at me. The colour I can see is red.

I can't block out the screaming contained in these walls. They all say the same thing. HELP ME…HELP ME…HELP ME…

I close my eyes and begin to float. What's going on? Is there anyone there? I'm trying to speak, but the words don't come out. I'm going around vertigo.

When I open my eyes, I'm back in my room. It's still full of instant noodle cups.

"What happened here?" I whisper, gasping for breath. I'm drenched in sweat. It's 2: AM and its still October. It must have been a dream. Breathe Isabella, breathe. It was just a terrible dream.

"Well, I better go back and try and get some sleep." I want to dream about something nice. Maybe a huge chocolate or all of us going to McDonald's and rolling around in money.

When my head sinks into the pillow, something bounces into my hand. I didn't feel it till now, but there's rope around my neck and in my hand, there's the same black pendant from my dream.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" I yank the necklace of my neck and then the room becomes distorted and stained in blood. I roll around the bed. The ghost is sprawled around my bed, gripping onto my bleeding foot.

I kick her away and put the necklace back on and then everything returns to normal. I cling onto the necklace, curling into a ball by the corner of the room. How am I supposed to send money to my family? How am I supposed to do well at work? How am I meant to do my art with this ghost taking over me?

Something's got a hold on me…

"ISABELLA! ISABELLA!"