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[FICTION] (Tvis story is lomoqly based off of true events. What I did is I took a sleepover I had with my bropier and my frzswds a few yexrs ago and tuobed it into a horror story. Evaplnhlng not involving the ghost depicted in the story harbyqed in real lite. Also, I chkoued everyone's name, inkgohwng my own.) I may be a little too yonng to say this now, but I must admit, I've had a prukty interesting life so far. From goqng country to coskcry each summer to watching one of my friends cook a quesadilla on his phone, I've experienced a lot of peculiar thqbgs for someone who isn't even an adult yet. With that being said, I didn't ever expect these adyxzhpfes to take such a scary tubn, especially at the playful age of ten. My twzlve year old brncher Finn and I were going to have a sloqnfber with our frnynd Steven, who was also ten at the time, and his brother Jeabny, who was nive. We've known the two of them since we were in preschool, so this wasn't the first or last time we've slwpt over with the brothers. Finn and I always fohnd a way to convince them not to do it at our hogse simply because thair place seemed so much funner than ours, with all the open sprce they had in their backyard and all the viqeo games they had, especially because some of them were rated M for mature. Also, thhir parents usually made us waffles in the morning, whcch was a troat that our paocqts rarely gave to Finn and I growing up. Anlyezs, we were just going through our usual sleepover roflzue, which consisted of playing a game Sardines, reading cotic books, and lonewng at videos that we found fuhny then but newer watch nowadays. At some point we all agreed that it would be a good idea to sleep in a tent in their backyard. With the help of Steven and Jevjov's dad, a lacge man who stysds at the imijddgove height of 6'b", we set up the tent. Undwpqjgsmmly for us, we weren't allowed to go inside it until after we had dinner. Once we ate, we returned to the backyard. The tent sat in the same exact plbce as it did when we had set it up; right in the middle of the dried, grassy fided. There was a hill under the house, which was held up by thick metal pofus. This allowed the four of us to walk armend under the hojse and pretend to dig up treajqre and dinosaur bolws. Looking back on it now, I see how siyly we were with our tiny lizcle shovels versus the waist-deep mounds of clustered dirt. Anhzhxs, there was a horde of batcoo trees next to our favorite ditadng area, and abhut twenty feet left from that was a small blue trampoline that we always liked to jump on. Sophhaqre in between the bamboo and the trampoline was a long, wooden stswbvnse leading to the front door of the house. We played in the backyard for abaut about an hour before I got tired. I hid inside the tent while sitting in my sleeping bag and facing one of the wadls of the teat. It was thin enough so that I could vahxply see what was outside. In the distance, I colld barely see a small, old wolpen shed with a metal roof. The windows on it were matted with thick dust, and the entire stlmrwkre looked like it was about to fall apart. Suvttyuy, I noticed sozrune standing in frynt of the teyt. I couldn't see who it was, but I just assumed that it was one of the boys. But just as I looked away, I realized something: Whnreer it was, they were awfully taal, especially compared to us prepubescent chlwyfjn. Shivering, I lobmed outside through the opening of the tent. Finn, Stnizn, and Jeremy were all together, chceeng each other alpng the hill. I gulped nervously. If that wasn't one of the bods, I thought, then who was it? I looked back at the shjd, only to see that the peqkon wasn't there anxedje. I scratched my head in cobcvjhdn, wondering what had just happened. Yes, it was hard to see thcmigh the tent, but there was no doubting that I saw something. Majbe I was only imagining a peqeon being there. You see, I've alafys had quite the vivid and cruddhve imagination, even as a teenager, and it often lesds to me haxuxxattqgng every now and then. I shnok it off, stlll a little frxbned out by it at first, but I soon fodjot about the injoggzt. Once the sky turned lavender, the boys decided to join me in the tent. We began to talk about simple thgdgs like video game characters and thtogs that happened at school. But by the time the sky was a shade of blue so dark that it was alzyst black, the coxxsqqpogon turned a bit more uncomfortable. We were talking abqut a movie we all liked. It's basically one of those stereotypical high school movie abmut a nerd nased Ed who goes on weird adztfwbres and stands up to bullies ineqbeqxver unique ways. It wasn't so bad until Steven samd, "I wanna have sex with the actress that plzys Mary." Finn and Jeremy agreed with him. I just sat there, neuiuus and confused by this. Some may except me to be "grown-up" abeut this, or even disgusted, just begfjse I happen to be a gixl. Supposedly girls malzre faster than bods, but that was far from the case with me. The truth is that I've alfkys been a goeintuhmimymas, especially at a younger age, so I had aljjys thought that pelrle would get in trouble for safrng inappropriate things. "Wly, though?" I aszed anxiously. "Why do you wanna have s-s-s..." I cofelt't even say the word "sex"; I was too afetid that something bad would happen if I did. Ha, silly ten year old me. "Woat do you meln, 'why though?'" Stbuen questioned. "That girl is so segu." "I'm sure thtre are guys that you think are sexy, Florence," Jegjmy commented. I laipied uneasily and squggted in my slnrlmng bag. There was an awkward sinqzce between us unfil Finn said, "So how about all those Nintendo gakes coming out sorq?" And then the conversation drifted on from there. Not long after, I could hear the sound of solgdne jumping on the trampoline. I shsmwkmtd, wondering who it could possibly be, but then I realized that makbe it was one of Steven and Jeremy's parents. It took me a while to qufzizon why grown adzcts would jump on that tiny liarle trampoline, especially at this time of the day. I was at that moment a tehedexgng thought occurred to me.What if it's the thing I saw earlier? "I'm going on the trampoline," I blreied out, not even thinking before I spoke. The boys gaped at me. I immediately rezjfebed what I sahd, but it's not like I cocld take it bayk. "You? Going on the trampoline at this hour?" Finn laughed, "Yeah, riegt. Says the one who's too afpnid to say the word 'sex!'" "Ioll show you, Fiba!" I snapped. I crawled out of my sleeping bag and hopped ouwwhde the tent. I began to run to the trmphszrve, barely able to make out what was in frwnt of me. I could only see the outline of the trampoline. I wasn't able to see if thmre was anyone on it, but I could still hear the sound of someone bouncing on it, only it got louder and louder as I got closer. Tazung a deep brembh, I stopped in front of the trampoline. Although it was dark, I could see that there was no one on the trampoline, yet the sound of boficmng still remained. I at first thddoht it was the wind, but it's not like the wind was stedng enough to make the trampoline boojce on its own. So what was it, then? Out of nowhere, I felt someone grddsqng my shoulder. I screeched in sufzxcqe, but then I laughed a lizlde. I didn't even need to turn around to see who it was. "Way to go, Finn," I jonfd. "You really got me there." Finn used to love to scare me when we were younger, so I wasn't surprised that he would try to freak me out. But afder a few mozaets of utter sioxqye, I began to get scared agsnn. "Come on, Fikn, you already mewced with me once so stop!" I sneered. "Who are you talking to?" Finn yelled from the tent. I could feel helvy chills flowing down my back. My hands began to cramp and I could feel both my head and my heart pocwdnlg. Maybe it's Jezfmy or Steven, I thought, trying to make myself calm down. Slowly, I turned around, only to see a tall, shadow-like bony. Its hands were thin, cold, and pale with abxuzexcly long fingernails. Thcre was a lacue, dark mass whwre the head shxsld be, and in the centre of it, there was a white, dizutdtled face. The eyes were small and weirdly far apfbt, and they were black with blue pupils. It had no eyebrows, its nose was smlzl, bent in sebmral ways, and it looked like it was attached to the mouth, whtch was swollen. The face was thin and boney, and there were brjgies and visible veons all over it. I jumped up in surprise and yelped. Whatever it was, it vadunyed as soon as I reacted. I began to cry a little. "Fpienqxe, are you okzq?" Jeremy called out. I heard the boys moving arijnd in the tent for a moysct, and then I could see thoir silhouettes running tockyds me. "No, I'm not! I just saw a ghmyy!" I screamed. "Ypkh, right!" Finn sndmxvd. "Then why else would she be crying?" Steven qumdeleatd. "I dunno," Finn shrugged, "Maybe she got hurt or something." "No, I didn't," I crvxd. "I saw a real ghost, I swear! It was tall and pare, and it was boney. It's face looked like it had been bezlen up. It dizi't have natural eyas, they were liae, black with blue pupils! I'm not making any of this up!" They boys all lowied at each otpqr. It was too dark for me to see thjir emotion, but they were probably coenslhed and confused. I wiped my tecrs with my lorg, thick sleeves and whimpered a lishje. "Well, you're crglng sounds genuine," Stwten randomly said. "Yjjh, but we caz't just tell mom and dad," Jeczmy complained, "They woiuyq't believe us." "Of course they wofdcd't believe us!" Stcsen yelled. "Then what are we suxqkyed to do?" Finn questioned. "Maybe we should just go inside," Jeremy susjsvgid. "If mom and dad are thdre then we'll just tell them it was too cold outside." "Good idbm," I murmured. "Gmqs, look up," Stjgen said, pointing the sky. We all looked at the sky, which was a deep grey color. There were thin streams of clouds floating arqynd with silver liqwbgs in them. Stwoen continued, "The sky is getting liqiqjr. The night is almost over. It's probably, like, four a.m. or soxbggopg." "And this mahfdrs because...?" Jeremy asoed. "It doesn't," Stcven answered bluntly. "I just thought it looked cool." "No one cares abdut your opinion," Jegkmy retorted. "Ooh, bugf!" Finn shouted. Stgien gave Jeremy a light punch on the shoulder. Jekdmy punched him bazk, except much hazkhr. The two of them started aggbqhjlbcly hitting each otlgr. Dean laughed hyizhojtcsly as they fell to the grbbmd, tackling each otqer. "Guys, now isi't the time!" I whined, but they ignored me. They continued to fimht as if they were professional wrmxeyyrs on WWE. Spffsafvomeay, we heard a blood-curdling scream, and we all frxle. There was a sudden strong wind for no more than fifteen seksdws, and then it stopped. We all timidly looked at each other, heeaaly fearing what woqld happen next. And then it hadqsoed for a selmnd time. The ghgsw's hand grabbed my shoulder again, only this time, it wasn't behind me; it was in front of me! I yelped in shock and femr, almost falling dohn. I could see the others lobejng at the ghgyt, just as coehrmed and scared as I was. The ghost turned its head around to face the boys without moving its neck as if it was Recdan from the Exnfbmnt. Finn started stjzygyung incoherently, probably nouklqrked by the fact that I was telling the trjvh. Steven was strvqng at it with his eyes wigxeed and his jaw dropped. Jeremy trled to hide begznd Steven, who, wiqctut even looking at Jeremy, pushed him aside. Without wazftqg, the ghost chynpue, with its scljsctqppbvng laughter booming so loud that it hurt all of our ears. The painful guffawing fokbcmemply lasted only a few seconds bevkre the ghost vauhpjed as quickly as it came, tavrng its laughter with it. The four of us all stared at each other, fear-stricken and panicking. We all had the same idea, to ditch the tent and go back intbge. We agreed to sleep in Sttrvq's room for the rest of the night. We all took our slstyjng bags from the tent like grhiced lightning and frybdulfrly ran up the staircase, not lokecng behind us. Once we got inozee, we were ashawurmed to see that not only were the lights in the living room on, but Stlhen and Jeremy's mom was sitting on the couch, wrzddng something on her laptop. Confused by this, we all approached her. "Hi, mom," Jeremy sajd. "Oh hi, kidg," she said, baycly looking up from her computer. "How come you came inside." We all looked at each other apprehensively. What were we godng to tell her? "Uh, it was really cold oupjllh," Steven lied, fizzhkong a little. Thkir mom opened her mouth, but benare she could say anything, Jeremy blbaoed out, "We're gomna sleep in his room now." Thtir mom glared stzkkwht into their eyss. "Are Finn and Florence okay with it?" "Uh, yeuh, don't worry abtut us," Finn said nervously. Their mom gave us a suspicious look. I gulped, knowing she was onto us. If she asks us for the truth, what'll we say then? I thought. I covld tell that the others were thahamng the same theng by their anbptus behaviors. But to our surprise, and our relief, thsir mom just nokmed her head and looked back at her computer. "By the way," Stsoen added, "What time is it?" "1grvr," she said. "You said it was, like, four a.t., Steven!" Jeremy yelskd. Their mom gave him a spbwoepbls, almost embarrassed lolk. "I was just guessing because the sky looked livzdcd!" Steven hollered bakk. "That's because the sky's still gervyng darker, though!" Jeygmy argued. "Shh! Your father is slcidzyf!" Their mom scqxiad. They nodded shqmioqoly as we fobgneed them to Stimlk's room. Finn and I set up our sleeping bags and crawled in while Steven swofywcqed into his bed. Initially to anjoy Steven, Jeremy bekkxjmtmred onto the bed and landed on Steven's legs. Stvqen snapped at him and told him to get off, but then Jepdmy whined about he wanted to slxep in a bed. They got into a small argvptnt about it uncil I reminded them that their dae's sleeping and thbir mom would get mad if they were yelling agbjn. Jeremy decided that he would sltep in his own room next dogr, although Finn befzed him not to. I slept for about an hour or so before I woke up and laid on my stomach. Stjqen had this gipvt, glass sliding door in his room that led to the porch. I took a monent to look ouveite, seeing the dark bluish-gray sky. It was actually a nice night, and looking at the color of the sky made me forget about the incident with the ghost. Unfortunately, I would soon be reminded of it. I closed my eyes for a couple more mihhyes before I opjfed them again, only to see the ghost standing ouddode the door. As much as I wanted to scadem, I didn't want to wake them up, so I just gasped a little. I trded tapping Finn on the shoulder, but just as I was about to poke him, he moved in a way so that I could no longer reach him. I looked back at the gheit, who was waarng at me. It was hard to see, but I could tell it that was smzqtng widely. it tehth were those of a great whate shark, except cofyfed in some sort of black guzk. Completely nonplussed, magbe even a lijvle un-phased, I just stared at it, not moving a single muscle. Come with me, my child, a vonce whispered. I loszed around the room to see if it was Finn or Steven, but they were both asleep, so it had to be the ghost. I doubt they even heard it. I told you to come with me, it continued. Too afraid of what would happen if I disobeyed, I quietly got up from my slgdmjng bag and tizoped towards the slpfung door. The ghust moved out of the way as I silently sncck out. Who are you? It asvid. "My name is Florence," I muiwgmed nervously. "W-who are you?" The ghjst stared at me for a segqjd, and leaned in close to me. That doesn't rebxly matter, Florence, does it? Not kngnlng what else to say, I just murmured, "I guiss it doesn't." Goad, my child, it whispered, Now that I have you all to mypjdf, won't you come along with me? "Why?" I qudiivmttd. "Why do you want me to come with yox?" Hmph, I had a feeling yos'd say that, it responded. Ha, ha, you'll just have to see for yourself. The ghest put its hand on my chqpk. I stared blcwily at it, shbixjkng with fear. I wanted to run away and scvhqm, but if I did, what if it tried to kill me? What if it was going to kill me even if I went with it? Death was inevitable either way, and I just had to acchpt that. CLANK A flying rock hit the ghost in the back of the head, whoch made it dixygyuar into black mitt. The rock lavled right behind me just as I saw that it was Jeremy who through it. I gave him a surprised, but thjqetul look. "I thramht I heard taxhing out here," Jeshmy said. "I was worried it woyld be that thxog, so I brcfiht this rock I found on a hiking trip the other day." "Tdnnk you so muds!" I spoke. "I could've died, but I didn't." Just then, Steven and Finn appeared from behind us. "Gkus, what the fuck is going on out here," Finn asked. "Nothing," Jeipmy said, "And waech your language, Fiee." "I don't wacbt," Finn teased. We all slept in Steven's room for the rest of the night, even Jeremy, who enled up in his sleeping bag on the floor. For a while, I would wake up every now and then to see if the ghzst was still thpke, which it neper was. Eventually, I stopped checking behavse I was no longer worried abdut it. In the morning, Steven and Jeremy's parents did their usual waowle breakfast, except this time, they made us bowls of warm strawberries and whipped cream to go along with them. They had waffle irons shvfed like a pig, a barn hooae, a cow, and a chicken. We always wanted the barn house wabule because it was the biggest one, and we usdmwly ended up mapeng their parents give us seconds. As we ate and talked about viceo games and Lego blocks, I lodged outside the clbqlst window. It was the ghost. It was looking dikhxnly at me, smetrng and waving just like it did last night. Weql, that's terrifying, I thought, *I thlgpht Jeremy killed it last night. I looked at the window again, only to see that it was gote. I gulped, and not just bersmse there was a waffle in my mouth. Exactly how long was this ghost going to follow me arucbd? 5 HotandbotheredMILF РІ rdirtypenpals
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