When I was young, there was a little girl that I liked to play with. Her name was Cara. She had vibrant green eyes and luscious blonde hair. Her skin was as white as paper, although she spent much of her time outside, chasing butterflies and being in nature. She found adventure in the most mundane of tasks and made every day as exciting as the last, and I admired her for that. She had phenomenal violin skills and I would often ask her to play for me.
I couldn't talk about Cara to my school friends though. Whenever I did, my friends would laugh at me. I wasn't supposed to play with girls. Girls has cooties, and nobody wants that. I didn't care. Cara was my best friend and nothing could ever change that.
As the year progressed I started to notice something. I started growing into the boy that I was -- and eventually into the man that I am today -- and she stayed the exact same. As my hair grew longer, I constantly needed haircuts whereas hers didn't grow an inch. My face became oily and developed pimples while hers stayed smooth and fair. I became interested in other activities like video games and she still enjoyed playing outside and her violin. Her skin stayed the same soft white and she became more distinct. I still wanted to see her, just not every day.
The last time I was her, I was maybe thirteen. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that I had seen her wear many times, but something about it was different this time. There was huge tire tracks all over her dress, as if someone had run her over and then backed up on her to kill her. Her hair was a huge, dirty mess and her nose was bloodied. She had bruises and scratches up and down her arms and legs including two black eyes, finger marks around her throat, and marks around her wrists and ankles as if she had been strapped town to a bed or table.
"Cara?" She looks me dead in the eye. "Cara, what happened to you? Are you okay? What am I saying? Of course you're not okay. Come on Cara. Let's get you home." I go to put my arm around her but I'm frozen. I cant't move at all. "Cara?" She begins to walk away. "Cara! What's happening?" I notice something else. "Where has your shadow gone."
She turns quickly. "It's been twenty years Alex. Twenty years today and you've just now noticed? Wow Alex. I thought you were better than that."
"Cara, what's going on? What happened to you?"
Something knocked me to the ground and I felt pain all over my body. "You know Alex, there was always something about you that I found interesting," she said as I wailed in pain. I watched my shadow dissipate as I stood up. I looked down on my arms and legs. They were covered in the same markings as Cara's. I looked up at her in disbelief and she smiled creepily.
"Now we can be together forever."
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Horror Story Compilation
HorrorJust a collection of my short horror stories. Enjoy!
