©Samsandhu1987
Face Book Haunted
"Mom! Let me go with them!!" Rachael complained angrily.
"No young lady, not until you are eighteen. I want you to just go to your bedroom before I call your Dad and tell him what you are up to these days!" Mom shouted.
"You're disgusting!" Rachael yelled back, and proceeded to climb the creaking stairs towards her spacious room.
She switched on her plasma TV and started surfing different channels. When she found nothing interesting she violently threw the remote at the corner of her bed and instead switched on her PC. All her friends and virtually the entire year group were going out tonight, to watch a movie at the beach, and her stupid step mom wouldn't allow her to go to THE party of the season. She claimed "You're too young for these kind of parties!" and told her "You're just looking for trouble! People will think you're willing to do bad things if you act that way!".
"What a load of rubbish. She's just jealous she can't go herself", Rachael thought absentmindedly.
She double clicked on the blue Internet Explorer browser shortcut and waited impatiently for her Google homepage to load. "Gosh, why is my Wi-Fi so slow? Stupid server! " Rachael exclaimed, clearly annoyed.
Once the webpage had loaded and she could clearly see the Google logo decorated with tree leaves and twigs entwined around the letters, Rachael eagerly selected the option: "My Face Book". While she waited for the familiar midnight blue site to load, she gazed at the pure white dress hanging from her wardrobe. It had a tight lacy bodice, with a ruffled skirt attached to the bottom. Pink flowers traced up and down the ruffles, and when a slight breeze flowed into the room, the dress fluttered about like a butterfly.
"Why does my Step-Mom have to be so horrible to me? I was really looking forward to wearing my beautiful new dress! I was going to be made at this party! All the guys would love me! Ugh I just wish my Dad would get another wife..." She sniffled, wallowing in self-pity.
Ping!
Finally her favorite website had loaded! It sharply chimed fifteen times, signaling she had fifteen new notifications. Examining the page, Rachael also noticed that she had two friend requests, and one new message.
Searching through all her notifications, she found nothing of interest. It was mainly just comments about the new pictures she had uploaded last night from her birthday party. She hastily replied to them and then checked her inbox. It was belated birthday wish, so she just answered "Thanks!".
A few minutes later, a message popped up and flashed on her screen.
"Hi lol" said Stacey.
"Hiii, what's up? Where are you? Are you lost? You didn't come to my birthday party!" Rachael responded, adding an angry smile emoticon at the end.
"Sorry darling! I'm still on holiday with my family and cousins." Stacey explained.
"Oh, ok, but I thought you were supposed to go next week?"
"Yeah, I was, but the plan changed- yippy! I am enjoying it here... I thought the beach party was tonight?" answered Stacey.
"Yes, it was, but my stupid Mom wouldn't let me go. She's so annoying." Rachael replied, furious.
"Oh sorry to hear that babe. Just hold on for a min, I'll be back lol."
While she waited for Stacey to return to her messenger, Rachael checked whom the friendship requests she had noticed earlier were from. They were both from unknown people. Thinking for a moment, she decided not to accept them straightaway like usual, instead being cautious and clicking on one of their profiles. The first one seemed to be a One Direction fan, seeing as that was his profile picture. As he had all mutual friends, and Rachael was a big fan of the boy band herself, she approved the request instantaneously.
Moving on the other request, she gasped in shock. The profile had the exact same picture and information as her own profile.
"Damn... How is that even possible? Is it some kind of sick joke?" Rachael thought, bewildered. Muttering confusedly to herself, she eventually decided to accept the request. Just as she was about to click the blue "Accept" button, another message popped up on her screen. It was from the friend she had just approved a few minutes earlier.
"Hi Rachael" greeted Handsome_1.
Rachael replied, "Ya, hi, do I know you?" instead of approving the second friendship request.
"Does that even matter babe? Look whatever you do don't approve the other request. It's your last warning. Got to go, bye."
"Hey, wait!" Responded Rachael. But it was too late. Her computer screen displayed Handsome_1 as offline. Considering her options for a second, Rachael came to the conclusion that someone was playing a prank on her.
She quickly clicked her way to pending friend requests, and approved the second request. Suddenly a message appeared on her screen.
"So you approved. You didn't listen to the warning. This means you don't care about yourself. Time to die now." The user RACHAEL threatened.
"Who the hell are you, and why do you have the same I.D as mine and the exact same information on your profile?" Rachael questioned worriedly.
A reply never came.
"New message from Stacey." The computer alerted Rachael in a monotone voice.
Rachael clicked the option "View Message".
"Heya babe! Do you know what happened?" Stacey exclaimed.
"No, what?" Rachael asked her friend.
"I got these two friend requests, right? One of them was of this One Direction guy, who had all my mutual friends. The other one was someone with the same I.D as me!" Stacey told Rachael.
"Ah so it was you who tried playing a prank on me, Stace!"
What do you mean babe?" Stacey queried her friend's response.
Bzzzz!!!
Rachael's computer died and fuzzed out. "Damn stupid electric failure! Now I don't know what Stacey was going to say!" Rachael shouted.
After realizing she had nothing better to do, she decided to stretch out on her pink fluffy duvet and go to sleep.
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"Rachael! Rachael, honey, wake up! It's almost noon! Rachael! Get up now young lady!!!" Her Mom screamed up the stairs.
"Ugh that young girl, sleeping all day. She needs to stop being so lazy and get up and be productive for once in her life!" Rachael's Mom muttered, annoyed.
Picking up the morning newspaper, which lay neatly folded on the yellowing coffee table, Rachael's Mom started to read the front-page headline printed in big, bold letters.
"Summerville girl, Stacey Adams found dead in her hotel's bedroom. Her cause of death is still a mystery, but the doctors say they cannot see any evidence of something unusual at the present time, but will know more when the results of the Post Mortem arrive. We have been told that the last time she was seen was when her cousins noticed she was chatting on Face Book. After a ten-minute electric failure which affected the entire hotel and its surrounding buildings, the electricity returned and one of Stacey's cousins called for her. On hearing no response, they entered her room and found her lying on floor, not breathing. Once the ambulance arrived they regretted having to inform the family that she was indeed dead, and declared Stacey Adams officially dead at 4:00am. Her exact time of death is unknown but it is suspected to be in the early hours of the morning. This is the fiftieth mystical death in our area, and the victims all have one thing in common. They were all seen chatting on the Internet, before they reached their dreadful demise." The paper reported.
After reading the article and recovering from the terrible news, Rachael's Mom thought about informing Rachael herself about her friend's bad luck.
"Rachael? Rachael!" she yelled, climbing up the steep stairs to Rachael's room.
Upon reaching the room, she forcefully pushed the door open and entered. She suddenly froze.
"Rachael?!" she asked, after she saw no movement from her stepdaughter.
Running to her side she shook Rachael violently.
"Rachael! Oh no Rachael you can't die! Wake up honey! Oh no honey, please, I am sorry, please wake up!! Rachael..."
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