Ghost of You

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Elizabeth's POV.
November 16th, 1954
'What do I do now?'
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I pulled on the heavy door handle of my school as the rain started pelting down harder and harder. With one final pull the doors opened and I rushed inside. I had been at a friends house and as I made my way home it started raining. There was no way I was going to be getting home and my school was nearby so I thought I would stay there and call my mother. I walked down to the library were I tried to turn the lights on but it seemed as though the power had been cut off by the storm.
I managed to find a candle that I used as my source of light. I tried calling my mother but it was no use, the line was dead. The next few hours would be spent here I guess.
I placed the candle on a desk and looked out the window at the rain. No matter how annoying it was, rain was beautiful. Suddenly I saw the reflection of a figure dressed in black behind me but before I could turn around the flame blew out.
My heart jumped out of my chest as I gulped.
"Hello?" I called out. No answer.
I'm fine, it's all in my imagination. I picked up the candle and lit it again before turning back to the window. I spotted the reflection again but instead of turning around, I ran. I ran out the library and down the hall to the exit of the school to escape but, to my dismay, the doors were locked. I pulled as hard as I could, I tried looking for a key but I couldn't get it open. My heart stopped as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. It could just be a teacher or the caretaker but I wasn't going to take any chances. I quickly ran into the caretakers closet and closed the door hoping I would be safe. It was definitely not my lucky day. The footsteps got louder and louder and it seemed as though they were coming my way. I was trapped. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked around for something, anything that could help. Just then something shiny sitting on the edge of the top shelf caught my eye. A knife, perfect. I wouldn't kill whoever it was but if they tried to hurt me then I could use it to defend myself. I stood on my tip toes and reached up to try and grab it. These are the times when I hated being so short. Darn my genes. I stretched my fingers out as far as I could to get closer to the object. Suddenly I felt something sharp enter my back and my whole body shook with pain. I fell to my knees and slowly my body fell to the floor as darkness took over my vision.

I opened my eyes slowly and sat up while rubbing the side of my head that hit the floor. I reached behind me and pulled out the knife, wincing a little as I did so and stood up. Someone tried killing me, now it was my turn to take revenge. I opened the door of the caretakers closet and looked down both corridors. There he was leaning up against the wall. A coat and a pair of black rubber gloves surrounded his feet. As I walked towards him he took off the mask he was wearing and turned around but before he could I plunged the knife into his back. The knife retreated then plunged back in multiple times until he was on the floor, hopefully dead.
"Who's there?!" a voice called out.
I dropped the weapon and ran down the corridor towards the exit. I didn't make it. A flashlight shone from the far end of the hallway alerting me that someone was coming. I quickly ran into the caretakers closet and went to the lock the door when my foot stepped on something. I shouldn't have looked down because there lay my body. My hands flew to my mouth as I kneeled down. There was a puddle of blood behind my back and I had no pulse but...I was here. I was sitting right here so how could I be dead? The door opened revealing my science teacher. I quickly stood up.
"Oh my." he knelt down next to my body and held up my arm to check my pulse probably.
"Sir, I'm right here." I tried placing my hand on his shoulder but instead it went straight through.
I quickly pulled it back and gasped. I'm a ghost. This means all ghost stories are true. They aren't just tales that parents tell children to scare them, they aren't just myths, they're true and now I'm living them...