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Is It True
It was after the summer break and heading to school. I was looking for my friend named Liz. As I got off the bus I herd someone call out my name sand it was Liz. We walk to are classes. It was the end of the day and Liz told me “that she was going on a trip to la with her parents for a few weeks.”’ Ok send me post cards.” ” I will.”
It was a week later and I never got a call or a post card. It was a mouth later. I was coming home from school and there was a man in soot sitting on our couch.” What is going on here?” I said.” Your friend Liz; she died in a car wreck. Her mom was going around a corner to fast and went into a ditch and a tree fell and crushed the car. They looked for servicers but the only one that was alive was Liz for 5 minutes and wanted me to tell you that she’s sorry that she never said by and that she was never there for you in the time of help.” The man said.
It has been two days since Liz died in the car crash. People have been asking me how I am. It feels so different without her here. Sometimes I forget that Liz died. Then when I think a little harder I remember Liz. After Liz died people started being nice to me.
A few days later I started seeing things and I started here voices and something calling my name. I asked my parents if ghost were really because I have been seeing thing and someone or something calling out my name every were I do.” No. it’s just your mind messing with you.” She said. When I was heading up to my room something grabbed me leg and dragged me in to my room. My parents hired me screaming and ran up stairs. Whatever grabbed my leg dragged me into my room and locked the door. I was pulling on the door and hitting it and nothing happened. My parents were on the other side of the door pulling. Then my door finally realest and it opened. My parents and I want down stairs and did not talk at all. My dad was sitting on the couch with a shocked face and my mom was sitting there with a shocked face with tears coming down her face.
Then the next day we went to church and my mom told them about what happened last night and the preacher said that if it happens again give him a call and he will come deal with it. After that day it has not touched me or has done anything to me. The following morning it happened again I was heading out the door to school. When I was going out my bed room door then out of know were something grabbed my arm and pulled me in. My mom saw the whole thing happen and when it happened she ran and grabbed my leg and pulled. When my mom was pulling something grabbed her and pulled her up agents the wall. I started to scream and I yelled” let her go.” Repeating it over and over again. It let go of her and still had a hold of me. I grabbed a hold of my door with my other hand and held on as tight as I could. I was holding on to the door and then I there was no pulling or anything. I walked over to my mom and said” we need to go back to the preacher and have him help us get this thing out of the house and away from you. I don’t know way that thing wants me so bad any way. The next day we went to the preacher and he said I will be there at 3:00 clock p.m. So when he was pulling up in the drive way it happened again. My mom yelled out to the preacher and said” help. It’s happening again. The preacher ran up the stairs.” Where is she at? She is in her room and the door is locked. The preacher started to say something and when he was saying it I hared a loaded screaming in the room and it was gone. The door opened and the preacher came in.” The ghost has something to do with you.
Here is a list of things to do if it happens again:
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Ask what they want from you
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Call the preacher
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Get holy water
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Move some were else
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Stay in pares
We read the note and we followed everything it said to do. After that the last time it happened I haven’t had anything happen to me. I tried talking to it without my parents knowing that. After a month of nothing I stared wondering if it left or is still there but not doing anything. That night I was in my room and I heard some scratching on my bedroom wall. I got up turned on my light and saw writing that said” I will never live you alone. I yelled on the top of my lungs. My door swung open. My dad had his shot gun and said “what happened.”” “There’s writing on the wall next to my night stand.” I said. The next morning my parents said “pack your stuff and get in the car we are leaving this house and never coming. Don’t forget and thing.” We went from Mississippi to Alabama, from Alabama to Georgia, from Georgia to South Carolina, and from South Carolina to North Carolina. We stayed with our aunt and uncle.
We told them all about it and why we came. It took them a bit to get it threw their head. We had to stay in their basement. The school there was different then the school back home. Ever one stares at me like there is something scary about me. There is a girl that is my friend and her name is Liz. When I got home there was a very strange feel in my room like some was watching me. That night I went to bed, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure at the foot of my bed. The figure looked like Liz. The figure got closer and closer. “Don’t be afraid it’s me Liz “I went to scream and nothing came out. Something had a hold of my mouth. I sat there trying to scream. As it was holding my mouth closed I had lack of air then in a second I was passed out. I woke up in the hospital with my parents sitting there staring at me.” What happened? Why am I here?” “You passed out and you would not wake up. We rushed you to the hospital. They said you suffocated.” “No I didn’t Liz was there in my room and she said she will never leave me alone.” The room went silent. All of a sudden the bed started shaking. The doctor said” that I was having a sassier. They didn’t know what made me do that. They wanted me to stay in the hospital for a week or two. When I was in the hospital I didn’t see any ghost or anything related to that. When I went home I went up to my room asked” whatever you are come out and show me your face and don’t do anything to harm me.” I waited and all of a sudden something appeared rite next to me. I hesitated to look at the thing next to me.”" don't be afraid I'm not going to harm you" It said. I slowly look to my left and I was going to scream but then I hesitated." how are you and why do you look like." I stopped talking." you are Liz aren't you" I said. She nodded her head. I was so shocked that I couldn't say any thing with out not talking." ok I'm just dreaming maybe if I pinch my self I will wake up and I want see you." I said to my self.
The next morning I woke up and she was gone." I knew it was a dream." I said to my self. But then as i was getting out of bed it felt like there was some thing breathing on my neck like as if someone or something was standing right behind me. I turned around and there she stood staring at me.
As I sat there trying to figure out how this is possible. she said " I know this is shocking to you but you can not tell anyone that you can see me and talk to me." As I was sitting there when she was talking it sounded like she was speaking Spanish to Me." what did you say I cant under stand you." I said." I know this is shocking to you but you can not tell anyone that you can see me and talk to me." Then the door swung open and my dad came in." Are you all right I thought I herd you talking to someone or were you talking to your self."" just talking to myself." I said." well all right break feast is ready if you want some." said my dad." ok." I said. I went down stares and o could smell the eggs, pan cakes, bacon and the sausages. The smell of them gave me chills down my spin. To know how it is, is nice so don’t have to wanted what it is and why it is here with me. But then I started thinking why are my parents doing this because they never do so I went down stairs.
Then they said” this is a celebration for I whole month of not ghost or whatever it is." Do you guys ever think that it might be Liz trying to tell me something? And that all though’s thing you guy sad might have hurt her feelings and that’s why she might be doing this stuff to me.
The kitchen went silent. Then I could see it in my mother’s eye that it might be true and I can see that she was about to cry. Then she left the table.” Know look what you did! You can’t say a simple thank you for the breakfast she made and you bring that up!” my father said very disappointed in me. He stomped off after her and as I was sitting there by my self I wish I wouldn't of had said that. Then it hit me maybe this is why she is doing this to me.
I went up to my room hoping she would be there. I opened the door to my room and there she was sitting there on my bed." ok I'm going to ask you some questions and I want the truth and nothing but the truth." I said. “Is the reason why you have been doing this to me is because of what my parents have said about you.” No. the reason why I have been doing this is because I didn’t want you to forget about me. Every day I miss you when you said leave me allow I was in the corner of your room cry. I didn't want to spook you that is why I never said anything to you." she said. I sat there in silent with a tier coming down my face.
That night I can't sleep because of what she said that night. I felt so bad about yelling at her. I tied to think of a good apology. but nothing came to my mind. the next morning it was a awkward at the kitchen table. My own mother couldn't look at me and my dad just glared at me the whole time. I finely said" good morning." know one replied. My mother and father just sat there." I'm tired of all of this fighting. I'm done with the glaring and no having a mother how could look at me". I said with anger.
That evening I came down stares with my stuff packed. My parents were in there bed room talking. I left a note on the table.
Dear Mom and Dad I leaving to the thing doesn't bother you guys any more. I'm on my own now. Sorry for all the trouble I made. I wont be coming home anytime soon. Don't weary about me I will be all right I have enough money to last me a long time.
Love and Sincerely, your daughter.
I walk out that door not turning back as I was crying. I got to the end of the drive way and heard my mother yell out" Come back please come back." as I was walking away I said to my self". I will never come back.
The End

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