A girl named Sarah plays a game of truth or dare with her friends when locked in her school. Which turns out to be a bad idea. They end up summoning something, something of the unknown. What will happen? Read now to find out!
The first thought that came to my head was, "Ulp...I think I'm going to throw up..." Have you ever seen a human hand ripped off of a person's arm? It's gross. Bridget quickly turned and looked at me. I saw Matt laying on the ground, hopefully not dead. The chances of him being dead, though, was 99.9%. Why? Because the hand Bridget was eating, was MATT'S hand.
I was really scared. My head started hurting a lot, like someone hit it with a hammer. I ran as quickly as I could, and I was getting faster...For the fact we've been running a lot. I didn't know where I was running, just some where I could be safe. Cassie, Cherry, and Jerome were still alive...right? I kept running. I looked behind me, and saw no one. Bridget the cannibal probably decided I was too thin to eat. I slowed down, and looked around me. I was in the cemetery. Graves were all around me, gray and stiff. Some pieces fell off of some of the graves, but the words engraved in the grave were still clear, even with the dust. Even if it was still bright out, the cemetery seemed to make the sky darker. I looked around again. There seemed to be mist coming from the graves, and I heard ghost girl giggling too. I took deep breaths. '%uD835%uDE0A%uD835%uDE22%uD835%uDE2D%uD835%uDE2E %uD835%uDE25%uD835%uDE30%uD835%uDE38%uD835%uDE2F, %uD835%uDE1A%uD835%uDE22%uD835%uDE33%uD835%uDE22%uD835%uDE29...%uD835%uDE10%uD835%uDE35'%uD835%uDE34 %uD835%uDE2B%uD835%uDE36%uD835%uDE34%uD835%uDE35 %uD835%uDE3A%uD835%uDE30%uD835%uDE36%uD835%uDE33 %uD835%uDE2A%uD835%uDE2E%uD835%uDE22%uD835%uDE28%uD835%uDE2A%uD835%uDE2F%uD835%uDE22%uD835%uDE35%uD835%uDE2A%uD835%uDE30%uD835%uDE2F...' I said to myself in my head. But deep down, I knew this wasn't just my imagination. Only three of my friends were alive and sane. My stomach growled. I hadn't eaten anything in a while. I reached into my pockets. I found homemade crackers in my pockets, made by my dad and mom. I silently ate them. If anyone was around, I couldn't risk them hearing me. The crackers reminded me of my mom and dad severely. A tear started to form in my eyes. There was a high chance my parents were dead, just like Mat. Just like David and Fiona and Sonya. Just like so many other people who died by these black haired woman with white dresses...
I sat in my thoughts, while quietly devouring the crackers. After all of this, I would miss my friends. I could make new ones, but I would never forget them. We never even got to hug each other one last time. Just then, I heard a Ghost girl giggle again. This time, more louder. I was curious about where it was coming from. I followed the sound. I went deeper into the cemetery, conscious of my surroundings. This was not a make believe story or game. This was real. In here, I didn't have any weapons to defend myself, except for my hands and legs. So I had to be careful.
But what I didn't know...someone was following me. But this time, they were better than anyone else that had followed me and ruined my life. At least they were safe...
...At least they were %uD835%uDE27%uD835%uDE33%uD835%uDE2A%uD835%uDE26%uD835%uDE2F%uD835%uDE25%uD835%uDE34.
