This is a true story about my best friends death, and her afterlife. It all started three years ago when my best friend, Maggie. She and I were at the mall one Saturday night, we were looking around in The Gap when she asked me if I wanted to go skiing in Colorado during winter break with her and her family. "Sure," I said, "but I don't know how to ski." "That's OK, I'll teach you," Maggie said. We made plans, and we left 3 weeks later.
When we arrived in Aspen, it was 10:00pm, too late to go skiing. We drove to the hotel where we were staying. Maggie and I went up to the room we were sharing. We unpacked and decided to look around. "Let's go outside and see the snow," Maggie said. "OK," I agreed. The snow was beautiful in the moonlight. We both stood there not saying anything. Then we heard it. A long, mournful howl. "What's that!?" I gasped. "It sounded like a wolf," Maggie answered. "I didn't think they lived in Colorado," I said. "Neither did I," she said. We heard the howl again, it was closer than before. I looked around to see if anyone else was outside. There wasn't. Then Maggie screamed. I turned around fast. There was the wolf. It was big and black with terrifying pointy fangs. It was only 20 yards away. "Come on, Maggie. Let's get back inside." I told her. We backed up slowly hoping the wolf wouldn't follow us. It did. "Run!" Maggie ordered. "No, it could easily catch up," I argued. But she ran anyway and the wolf ran after her. "Maggie!!!" I screamed. I was too late. The wolf was on her. "Help!" I screamed over and over, but nobody came. The black wolf was tearing at her face. "Help me, Amanda!" Maggie screamed. I didn't know what to do, but if I didn't do something the wolf would kill her. I ran back to the hotel as fast as I could. "No!" Maggie screamed. "Don't go! Help me please!" I ran inside the hotel and screamed, "Help my friend is being attacked by a wolf! Help!" Three guys ran outside after me. We ran to where the wolf was still attacking Maggie. "Do something!" I screamed. One guy grabbed this big stick and started hitting the wolf with it. The two other guys started throwing rocks at it. The wolf figured that he couldn't fight them, and it ran off into the woods. "Maggie!" I screamed and ran over to her. "Maggie! Maggie! Are you OK? Maggie!" I screamed. She didn't answer. "Maggie! Nooo!!!" I sobbed. Then one of the guys kinda pulled me away from her. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry." I kept screaming "Maggie" over and over, but she wouldn't answer. Then Maggie's parents and brother come over to where I was and we all were crying. My best friend was dead.
Her dad asked me at Maggie's funeral what exactly happened, but I couldn't tell him. I didn't tell her family until 2 weeks after her funeral. I felt that it was my fault that she died. I still do. If I hadn't ran off, she would still be alive. Maggie blames me too. A month after I told her family what happened, Maggie came to my house. It wasn't Maggie, but her ghost. When I first saw her it was late at night and I thought it was a dream. She was scarred and covered with dirt. I said "Maggie! You're alive! Oh Maggie, I'm sorry I didn't help you. I was so scared!" "It's all your fault," she said coldly. She didn't say it, but I could hear her. Her lips weren't moving, but she was talking. "What?" I asked, "Oh Maggie I'm sorry I left you." "It's all your fault. I would still be alive if you hadn't ran away like a coward." Then she picked things up from my desk and started heaving them at me. "Maggie! Stop! What are you doing? Stop it!" I cried. Then she said, "It's all your fault, coward." And then she vanished.
She has come to my house every night accusing me of letting her die. I've moved three times, but she still comes. I have told her family about it, but it just makes them upset. My mom and dad think I'm making it up just to bring her back. But it's true. She accuses me. I was her best friend.
Submitted from: Amanda, Oklahoma, USA