As I gazed into the mirror, someone else stared back.
I screamed, but I wasn’t heard.
I recalled a creaking door, faint light shining through it.
As I opened the door, swatting aside dense cobwebs, I moved slowly through the dark space, filled with antiques, creepy covered mirrors and hooded mannequins that seemed set to awaken any moment.
I could almost not breathe… And were those marks on the wall scratches made by a child’s nails? Suddenly I felt I was being watched.
Turning around slowly, I saw a dark figure lurking in the corner.
Something dropped, the thud amid silence made me jump…I picked it up, and instantly, I began swirling around, the world growing smaller and fainter.
I reached a dark hallway, and a ghost clutched my neck. As I looked into her evil eyes, I realized that she was Kelly, a girl I had fought with a few years ago, and I was blamed for her suicide- being the last one to speak to her.
I tried to escape from her wicked clutch, in vain. My head began to get dizzy. I knew something was wrong. I knew I was dying.
Moments later, I woke, perspiring. But something was wrong.
I felt slightly different.
I ran downstairs and everyone seemed to be ignoring me. Then, a familiar voice said, “Good Morning, nice day isn’t it?”.
It was me.
Kelly was in my body.
Now, I’m invisible.
Once breakfast was over, I ran to her and clutched her neck, just like she did mine. The only thing she told me was, “I hoped you would die this way."
She added, " But I never knew that you would become a ghost. Even still, I don’t regret my choice. You’re better off in my place. You aren’t fit for this world.”
(c) Jessica Ann George