This story was inspired from my English teacher because we're doing Gothic horror. This is in first person of Kluke when she is 8 - Game version.
The sky was blackening as the sky sunk further into the distant hills. There was a thick mist swirling around me and an eerie sense was lingering close. I couldn't help but feel frightened especcially as I was alone. I had to find my way back through the forest though. I peered around me carefully, scared that something was watching me. I cautiously took several steps, repeatedly searching for unhuman activity. A gust of air blew sharply blew past me and an ice cold shiver ran down my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight. I froze with terror then bolted forward. I ran as fast as I possibly could, till I could bare it no longer. My legs were aching and my feet felt like stones. The forest still hadn't ended and now I couldn't see further than my lamp light as the sky was an inky blackness. The moon was cowering behind the safety of the clouds which didn't make me feel any better. I stepped backwards onto a twig and yelped as it cracked. The only sound to be heard besides my breathing. I was about to continue to leave the forest when something caught my eye. I glanced to the right to see a girl, no older than me, looking at the floor. She was stood motionless. I turned away, I thought she might be shy. Something seemed to bug me though. I turned back to face her and saw my eyes weren't tricking me. Her arms were abnormally thin and pale white. She was wearing a ripped, white rag which draped around her ankles. Her feet was bare and covered in dirt. Unexpectedly, she raised her arm and scraped her bitten, rouge fingernails along a tree. She stepped forward and continued to do this along several trees. As she walked, her dress moved and I noticed a huge gnash in the back of her leg. She seemed to walk closer, but she passed by me, obliviously. As she passed by I noticed her face was deathly pale and her face contained deep scars.
I was afraid of whatever she was or who she was. I ran for my life, never looking back or wanting to go back.
We had an assessment and I did mine of a deathly pale oblivious ghost girl and as my teacher was talking I got the idea of putting it into a fic :)