I live in Florida. In a town that only a few knows, and if they know they wouldn't want to live here. I was born here, and I'm staying here. There is no summer vacation or breaks In this town, so it's school and work all year round. However, the weird thing is, on Tuesdays we don't need to go to school. Just a day off like Saturday and Sunday. My name is Alissa Grey. I'm twelve. My school is really old. It's been there for about fifty years. It's a big school. My mother planed a trip to go to New Zealand and live there for six months. I was excited.
New Zealand was great. Plenty of nice food, sceneries, nature, and it looked beautiful. Very different to my home. I made some friends and was used to their schedule. The six months got by very fast. It was the best time of my life. The day we got on the plane and left was dreadful. There were many goodbyes and the plane ride was exhausting. Once we got back to Florida, I had to go back to school. It was a Monday morning. I woke up, packed my bags, did my normal school morning routine and walked to school. It was a normal day. Nothing happened. Once I got home, I did my homework and slept. Tuesday. I woke up and did my normal school routine, and walked to school. No one was on the streets. At that time I didn't think much about it. I put on my earphones and listened to my music. The doors of my school are always kept opened, no matter what, so I walked in once I got there. The lobby was empty and dark. A thought suddenly struck my mind. There is no school or work on Tuesdays. I groaned. I had woke up early, packed my bag, and stressed about homework for nothing. My parents always went to work at midnight so they could not have helped. Now standing in the empty space, I had a sudden urge to use the bathroom. I needed to go. There was only two bathrooms in this school. One in the basement, and one on the top floor. The sixth floor. The basement was much closer.
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I however was brave, but no that brave. The basement seemed scary to me so i decided to go to the sixth floor bathroom. There was no lift, so I had to walk up the stairs. Once I reached the sixth floor, I walked down a corridor, turned right, turned left, and down another corridor, and into the bathroom. When I was done I walked out of my stall and washed my hands. That's was when I heard the knocks. One, two, three. Three knocks. It was coming from the stall next to me. The door was closed. I went back into my stall, stood on the old rusted toilet and peered over. The only thing there were ballet shoes. Weird. I was a little frightened so I got out of the stall, let my hands quickly skim the tap water, and tried to walk out of the bathroom, but the door was locked. What was strange was the door could only be closed from the outside of the room, but I couldn'seem to turn the lock. Then I heard the knocks again. This time it was coming from the mirror. I took a step closer. One knock, two knock, three knock. I knew I wasn't imagining it. It was then when I saw the book leaning on the wall. With nothing to do in this locked bathroom, I took it up and started to read. I flipped page over page, until I saw my sister. My sister is now twenty-eight. I know, age difference. I looked through the class. They were seventeen, which meant this was an old yearbook. What was it doing here? In the yearbook everyone had only their birth date underneath their photo, except one. A girl named Julia Tora. She also had a death date, and it was the year they were in. All of a sudden, I felt a freezing cold wind on my neck. The windows were closed, and it was a hot day. I spun around and took a step forward, but there was nothing there. I looked down, there was a ballet dress on the floor. It wasn't there before. I was sure of it. I looked back at the mirror, but it wasn't the mirror I saw. It was a girl. The girl in the yearbook. The girl had orange hair and really pale skin. She was wearing school uniform. And her eyes, they were hollow. Dead. Images suddenly flashed through my head. Images of the girl practicing ballet at school, then a group of girls that came and asked her to do terrible deeds for them. She rejected, and they punished her. They chocked her. I stumbled back. They killed her. They didn't mean to, but they did. Then they hung the girl on a rope in the school auditorium and pretended that it was a suicide. The girls faces were a blur. I fell backwards. Terrified. Julia came closer. She started to scream. She screamed "Make her pay." She screamed louder and louder. "Make her pay! Make her pay!" I covered my ears and closed my eyes. She grabbed me. When I felt the grip weaken to nothing and silence hung in the air, I opened them back up and she was gone. The door flew opened, clearly by a strong force. I ran with all my might out of the school. My arm hurt. It hurt a lot. I pulled up my black sleeve. Words were carved into my hand. 'She needs to pay' it read. I knew it would leave a permanent scar as soon as I saw. It was deep and could see the flesh from beneath the dark crimson blood. I covered it back up and continued to run. I ran home. The next day my mother allowed me to take a day off, seeing my stress. My sister, without any warning turned up on our doorstep. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I miss you guys. Just wanted to visit. Besides, I was lonely." I studied her. Instantly, knew she wasn't telling the truth. She had bags under her eyes. Her face was pale. She looked sick. "Come in. Let's go to my bedroom." Once inside, she sat on my bed. I joined her. "Tell me what really made you come here." "I've been seeing things Alissa." I turned to her. "Did you see a girl?" I asked. "Yeah." "She had orange hair didn't she?" She turned and stared at me. "How did you know?" I ignored her question. "You killed her didn't you!" She jumped off of my bed and stood, still staring. Then without any control I started screaming, "You need to pay for what you've done! You need to pay for what you've done!" I screamed louder and louder. She stumbled backwards to a corner, slid down and started to cry. I knew what was going on but I couldn't control my body. I reached for my scissors. I walked towards her. Then with all my force I stuck it in my sister's throat. I watched helplessly as the dark blood slowly slithered down her neck, pooling on her shoulder. As her eyes became hollow. Dead. After a minute or two (it felt like eternity), I had full control over my body. I quickly dial the police, not thinking of the consequences. They came and investigated. A woman in a uniform came towards me. "We will come back tomorrow." The next day, my mother also didn't let me go to school because she was devastated. The police came back. "Can I talk to your daughter privately?" The policewoman asked. My mother nodded, crying. The police led me to my room. "We know you killed her Alissa. Why did you do it?" I started to panicked. "The ghost girl had complete control over me!" She didn't believe me. "Look!" I rolled up my sleeve where the words were carved. However, the words I expected wasn't there. In it's place wrote 'Now she is going to make you pay'. My eyes widened. "You need to come with me," the woman said. I was frozen in shock so I couldn't say anything. She cuffed me and led me to her police car. I looked at my mother pleadingly. She stopped crying. I screamed at her over and over. "I didn't do it mom!" She wouldn't look at me. Now everyone would think I was a murderer. That i needed to...pay.
