Friday the Thirteenth
By: Chrissy Granger
The voice seemed to have come from somewhere behind me. I turned. What I saw didn't surprise me much; I saw it happen before. A transparent figure stood where the door had once been. It was a male, in his 20's. He had dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, and was wearing what men normally wore in the eighteen hundreds.
The man spoke, "I would have never left you Liz," he
said.
"George," Elizabeth said softly. She stood and shook
her head. "You're lying!" She whispered. He reached a hand out toward her.
"You know I'm not!!"
"Yes, you ARE!!" She screamed. Then she became
opaque, a whole
person.
Nearby appeared, out of nowhere, a knife. I gasped. She picked it up and lunged
at me. I ducked out of the way. She lunged again. This time George intercepted.
He held her back.
"Liz, calm down!!"
I took a deep breath, then spoke.
"Elizabeth, are you positive that Margery said what you think she
said??"
Elizabeth just stood there.
"Well??" I asked.
"Could you tell me exactly what she said??"
"S-she said, 'In three years
time, your husband's heart will be stolen by a red head between the ages of 18
and 26...'" Elizabeth stuttered.
I then realized something. "Is
you hair naturally strawberry-blond??" She shook her head.
"It was originally red."
"Was your husband paying much
attention to you at the time??"
"No."
"And how old where you??"
"22."
Just then it hit me.
"Elizabeth, I think that what
Margery meant was, George's heart would be stolen back by you."
"How do you know??"
"Well, you have red hair, you're
between the age limit, and she never said he would be stolen from you!!"
Elizabeth dropped the knife. She
put her head in her hands and cried.
"A-and I killed all those
p-people!! H-how c-can I e-ever forgive m-myself??" She cried.
George helped her up and gave her a
hug.
"You will soon. But you know the
truth. We can now live in peace." They broke apart and smiled at me.
"Thank you for everything,"
Elizabeth said. "We will never forget you!!"
I nodded. The couple slowly disappeared.
I then turned to tend to Ash.