Friday the
Thirteenth
By: Chrissy
Granger
When I lit the torch, I suddenly
wished I had not. The room really was a dungeon. In the corners, and some on
shackles, were skeletons. Some had dresses, some had rotted off, and some of
the skeletons weren't even connected anymore.
I scanned the room for the dangers
that the note had predicted. Finding none, I stepped forward. An arrow shot for
my head and barely touched it. When I felt safe again I walked on. For five
minutes I searched with no results.
I saw something move in the other side
of the room. I walked over and, though reluctant, moved a skeleton. I gasped.
There was Ash!! He was unconscious and had manacles around his legs and arms. I
moved him out of the corner and tried to remove the cuffs. I heard a noise
behind me. I turned.
The opposite wall was clear of bones
and on it was a chalkboard. The chalk floated and began to write something.
When it was done it read:
Ha ha ha, you,
like the others before you, fell for my trick.
"W-what do you mean??" I stuttered. The
previous writing disappeared and something else appeared in its place.
The
whole kidnapping was just a trick. I wasn't going to hurt him…at least not
right away.
"I-I don't understand."
Ever
since I was your age, I wished to have the perfect life and marriage. This
dream was ruined when Margery told me of my fate.
"The fortune teller," I whispered.
I
guess you know more that I thought… The others didn't catch on so quickly. So
you know of my plan? To rid of all the redheads that come by my home?
"But why??"
Dear,
dear girl. Must I explain?? Oh well…When I was 25, Margery invited me over to
tea. I accepted and went. When I entered, Margery shivered and went into a
trance. During this she told me that in 3 years time, my husband would be taken
away from me by a redhead between the ages of 18 and 26. I believed her and
ever since, I have been riding of all the red heads that stop by my home. In
1890, I was executed for 1st degree murder. I have continued
murdering and I shall not quit. And you, honey, are next.
At this I dragged Ash to the door and
turned to open it. The door had vanished!!
"But why me?? I'm only 14…" I pointed
out.
You
can't take any chances when it comes to the ones you love.
I took a deep breath. "Well, you don't
want someone you love taken away from you right??" I asked.
No, of
course not.
"Well
I don't either!!" I said firmly. At this Ash stirred. I turned and went to his
side. His eyes opened.
"W-where
am I??" He managed to say. I explained the whole thing. He nodded with effort
and groaned.
I
stood up.
"Elizabeth,"
I started. "I understand that you did not want your life to be ruined…but did
you have to do something like this and go ruin someone else's life instead?
Just think of all those people who suffered because of what you did to their
loved ones."
I did
not want my husband to leave me.
"You
should have trusted him and not the fortune telling. You should have talked to
him. I doubt, from what I have experienced, that he would leave you for any reason."
Quiet!!
At this some bones hurled out toward me.
Then a transparent form appeared before me. It was the form of a young woman
with strawberry-blond hair to her shoulders and a dress of white silk. She sat
in the corner with her head in her hands. She was crying.
"Noooo!!
Noooo!! I did the right thing!!" Elizabeth said. She rocked back and forth.
"George
wouldn't have left you," I said comfortingly. "He loved you and he would never
leave you."
"She's
right Liz," said a bodiless voice.