Ghost Girl

" Blood was plastered on her gown, bits of flesh torn from her scalp."

GHOST GIRL

Written by Avania Winikerei

Overgrown blackberry bushes engulfed the sides of the ancient house. Thistles grew up through the cobblestone path, nipping at an unlucky explorers legs like mini daggers. The grass hadn’t been trimmed in years and it had grown to a great length. Friday Barnes couldn’t figure out why her parents would want to buy this place, but then again they are scientists doing research for their lab. She shifted her eyes from the garden to the house. The windows were covered in speckles of dust and the frames around them were cracked with flakes of white paint peeling off. The pillars were rotting away alongside the decayed rails on the wooden porch. Tiles on the roof were slipping off falling into the blackberry vines. The door had splinters of wood peeling back, like the gnashing teeth of a hungry shark. Friday gazed around the section imagining her mother’s ideas on how to fix it up. Suddenly a flash of white caught Friday’s eye. What was that? How did it get in? Butterflies fluttered in her stomach desperate to get out. What if this was her next mystery to solve! After all solving mysteries was her forte. She couldn’t contain her excitement any longer and she dropped her luggage on the pavement and made her way towards the gate. As she pushed against it, it let out an ear-piercing scream like a rusty robot trying to move it’s gears. Carefully she avoided the thistles and thorns with each gentle step. Her heart was beating viciously against her ribcage like a drum as she placed her foot onto the planks. CREAK! Friday gently opened the heavy, oak door revealing the house’s contents.

Friday inhaled the cool, musty air through her nostrils as the door pulled back. Windows were covered in cobwebs like white silhouettes, dancing in the breeze as silky as a dress. Ripped, frailed curtains flapped gently in the breeze. Polished wooden floors lead into every room, reflecting Friday’s face. An old set of wooden stairs spiralled up to the top floor, polished and dusted. Mould crept up the stained wall, taking over with every inch. Curious, Friday decided to investigate the house. Down the hall, a line of portraits hung upon the pale, red wall, their eyes fixed onto hers. A tall man in a sleek, black suit stood proudly with a frown on his face. “Creepy” mumbled Friday with an uncertain look on her face. “ Darling, come bring your luggage in please.” she heard her mother’s voice say from the car.
“ Okay mum, on my way” replied Friday hastily. With one last glance at the portraits she scampered off to grab her belongings.

Nightfall came and Friday needed to take a stroll to clear her mind. Hands in her pockets, she wandered down the street, kicking pebbles on the pavement. A dark shadow appeared in front of her, from out of nowhere. “ Hello” mumbled a feminine voice. Friday turned around to find no-one there. The street lights dimmed down, so Friday was unable to see. Quickly, she began walking home with a worried look on her face. “Come back Friday, I want to return the favour!” screeched the voice.
“What favour? Who are you” replied Friday, moving quickly. It wasn’t easy though, a hand grabbed onto her leg and pulled her back. “Your family took my life and murdered my parents” cried the voice “ Now I can return the favour.” A blade shone in the moonlight, plunged into her calf, then causing a gush of thick, red blood. Screaming, Friday squirmed around until she was free from its grasp, hobbling towards the street light in agonising pain. “ I will come back for you, Friday Barnes” shrieked the cold voice. With that a small, pale girl appeared in the gloomy night. Blood was plastered on her gown, torn by the claws of ghastly rats. Bits of flesh had had been ripped from her scalp, eye sockets left empty with only the eyelids left. Long, blonde curls fell to the gash on her chest. “I have been to your house and I will be there again, I WILL get you.”

Friday inhaled the cool, musty air through her nostrils as the door pulled back. Windows were covered in cobwebs like white silhouettes, dancing in the breeze as silky as a dress. Ripped, frailed curtains flapped gently in the breeze. Polished wooden floors lead into every room, reflecting Friday’s face. An old set of wooden stairs spiralled up to the top floor, polished and dusted. Mould crept up the stained wall, taking over with every inch. Curious, Friday decided to investigate the house. Down the hall, a line of portraits hung upon the pale, red wall, their eyes fixed onto hers. A tall man in a sleek, black suit stood proudly with a frown on his face. “Creepy” mumbled Friday with an uncertain look on her face. “ Darling, come bring your luggage in please.” she heard her mother’s voice say from the car.
“ Okay mum, on my way” replied Friday hastily. With one last glance at the portraits she scampered off to grab her belongings.

Nightfall came and Friday needed to take a stroll to clear her mind. Hands in her pockets, she wandered down the street, kicking pebbles on the pavement. A dark shadow appeared in front of her, from out of nowhere. “ Hello” mumbled a feminine voice. Friday turned around to find no-one there. The street lights dimmed down, so Friday was unable to see. Quickly, she began walking home with a worried look on her face. “Come back Friday, I want to return the favour!” screeched the voice.
“What favour? Who are you” replied Friday, moving quickly. It wasn’t easy though, a hand grabbed onto her leg and pulled her back. “Your family took my life and murdered my parents” cried the voice “ Now I can return the favour.” A blade shone in the moonlight, plunged into her calf, then causing a gush of thick, red blood. Screaming, Friday squirmed around until she was free from its grasp, hobbling towards the street light in agonising pain. “ I will come back for you, Friday Barnes” shrieked the cold voice. With that a small, pale girl appeared in the gloomy night. Blood was plastered on her gown, torn by the claws of ghastly rats. Bits of flesh had had been ripped from her scalp, eye sockets left empty with only the eyelids left. Long, blonde curls fell to the gash on her chest. “I have been to your house and I will be there again, I WILL get you.”

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Friday tried hard to forget about that night but the wound on her calf was holding the memory. “Your family ruined my life” echoed in her mind. When had her family ever ruined a life? Fridays parents were scientists and were way to addicted to their research to commit a murder. Something wasn’t right and she was adamant on solving it

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was the one who killed her, but it was my great-grandfather who was the one.” Friday thought to herself. Friday knew she had to end this before it got worse, all she had to do was summon the ghost……

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The night was silent and all creatures were asleep, not a single one stirring. Friday lay sound asleep in her bed, dreaming about the ghost girl. In her dream Friday saw the same girl but in a white, frilly frock. She was happily dancing in the meadows when a tall man leapt up from the grass and slashed a knife across her neck. The girl howled in pain but before anyone heard her cries a sack was pulled over head. Minutes later they were in an old sewer wrenching of rotten corpse. The man opened a container holding dozens of rats. He placed them on her and she tried to wriggle free… but it was too late. The rats had chewed their way through her clothes and were munching into her skin. Blood streamed out and the girl drew her last breathe. The man cut out her eyes and ripped open her chest. He slashed and slashed his blade until all that was left was her bare skeleton. Newspapers were reporting of the missing child until someone found her in the river. Weeks later her mother and father were butchered in their home by the same man and were hidden in his broken down car. Police found the man and instantly killed him before he could harm anymore people. Friday awoke, bolt up weeping from the bad dream. As the tears came to a stop Friday remembered the man in the dream. Something seemed familiar about the man but she just couldn’t put her finger on it... The portrait! That’s where she saw the man. Quickly Friday grabbed her gown and rushed downstairs. Quietly she tip-toed down the hall to find the portrait of the man. She unhooked the frame and took the picture. “ Friday Edward BarnesVI killed for taking the life of Melanie Pelly” Friday whispered to herself. That’s why the ghost (Melanie) was trying to kill her. And SHE must have been the one in the house when they were moving in. “ Melanie must think i’m that Friday and I

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was the one who killed her, but it was my great-grandfather who was the one.” Friday thought to herself. Friday knew she had to end this before it got worse, all she had to do was summon the ghost……

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A bone-chilling story by prize-winning author Avania Winikerei, with blood-curdling illustrations by Google Chrome.

A blade shone in the moonlight, plunged into her calf, then causing a gush of thick, red blood. Screaming, Friday squirmed around until she was free from its grasp, hobbling towards the street light in agonising pain.

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