The disembodied voice still mocks me. No, I don’t believe in ghost. I believe in evil. Not ghosts who are only “haunting” you for help to crossover. These demons have never walked the earth. They crave you scare and feed of your screams. All they want is to make you and everyone else think you’re insane. But you’re not.
My grandma’s doll still scares me. Its eyes are glassy and dusty. “Saidy’s” smile is so evil it makes me sick. I’m just glad it didn’t actually break when Mariah tripped and fell on it. But then I had other things to worry about.
“Mariah!” I yelled, but it was too late. Mariah had broken the doll, and it was shattered. I looked at her with wide eyes. “Hide before my grandma gets here!” I yelled as we ran to the basement closet. We hid there until my grandma got back from the store. She was pretty mad. But when I turned around to blame it on Mariah, she wasn’t there. I asked my grandma where she was. “Who?” she asked. I said never mind as I walked out of the living room, confused. When I got into my room, I thought about what had just happened for a little while, but I ended up blowing it off. “She’s just old.” I told myself.
The next few weeks, Mariah wasn’t at school. I started to worry, she never missed school. Even though I didn’t have classes with her, I always saw her in the halls. All of my friends didn’t have any classes with her either. In fact, none of my friends had even heard of her. I decided to give Mariah a call.
“Hello.” The person answered. It was a man’s voice, and she had lived with her grandma.
“Hi, um, is Mariah there?” I asked.
“Speaking.” The man laughed.
“This isn’t funny. Where is she?”
“Katie, I swear to you, I’m Mariah. I’ll prove it, you’ll see.” They hung up.
Saturday, I went to go see my dad’s grave for his birthday. Usually after I get done putting the flowers down and wishing him a happy birthday, I look around. I looked around until someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turn around to a man, about 6’2, wearing all black. “You don’t remember me, do you Katie?” he asks.
“You look a little familiar.” I said.
“Really?’ he asks, “I figured you would considering I killed your father.” He smirks.
I stand there with my mouth open. That was him. That was the man who killed my dad. But my dad’s killer had been put on death row. I started to cry out of confusion.
“Oh, and one other thing.” He added. “I’m Mariah.”