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CAUGHT IN A PHOTO
I never did believe in ghosts. That is, until
quite recently. It still seems like a dream at
times but I know it’s not. It all started in Science class one day.
My best
friend, Sierra, who sits two seats in front of
me, turned around and gave me the evil eye. Now,
Sierra had never done this before, being my best
friend and everything, but still, when she did
it, it sort of creeped me out, if you know what
I mean?.
I got chills and my blood turned cold.
It was really unlike Sierra to do anything like
that. Plus, something at the back of my head
totally bothered me. It kept saying over and
over again, ‘That can’t be her, that ain’t
Sierra…’
At the end of class, I passed Sierra a note. It
read, “What’s wrong with you?” She didn’t
answer. Well, not at first, anyway. About three
minutes later, she passed me a note. The
handwriting was really untidy and sort of
crawly, unlike Sierra’s neat and crisp one. “I
have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t
even know you. Better keep away from me, or
else…”
That ‘or else…’ part really scared me. And she
had written that she didn’t know me. And that
was near impossible, as we’ve been best friends
for almost two years.
That day at home, I tried to sort things out.
When I finally couldn’t do it, I got so
frustrated that I called Sierra and demanded to
know why she was playing such a wicked joke on
me?. Sierra’s voice on the other end of the
line, sounded forced and harsh. She answered by
saying that she didn’t usually answer calls from
strangers and that she had no idea what I was
talking about. That really steamed me up. And I
have to admit, I was scared. Scared for Sierra.
An hour later, I was on my way to Sierra’s in my
parent’s car. It was a cold night and there was
no sign of the moon. On the way my cell phone
beeped. I got a huge surprise when I saw that it
was John calling me. John is my brother. I
answered the phone only to hear John rasp at the
other end of the line, “You’d better get back
home right now, or else…”
The message was horribly familiar and it sent my
blood chilling. I told him that I had no
intention of turning back and that he’d better
stop trying to scare me. He just hung up on me
with a final warning. “You’d better do as you’re
told or else…”
I thought about it all the way to Sierra’s.
I
parked the car and tried to get out but the
door wouldn’t budge. Not an inch. Frantically I
began to push buttons and call for help. In a
last attempt I kicked the car door and was
shocked and relieved when it opened. I jumped
out, pretty much spooked. Without bothering to
slam the car door shut, I ran up to the flat and
waited for the elevator to come for about three
minutes. When it didn’t, I decided not to waste
time there and took the stairs.
Sierra lived on the fifth landing. As I neared
her apartment, I sensed something cold all
around me. But I didn’t spare much thought for
it. I rang the door bell, (in a way to be
polite,) and waited patiently. Only, waiting in
coldness isn’t something that you’d like. I
tried the door after a while. It was unlocked. I
got in and glanced around. I sensed something
else in here. I don’t know what. I just called
Sierra. After a while she came tumbling out of
her room in a pink dressing gown. It was only
9:15 and Sierra usually slept at about midnight
or something, so I was pretty shocked. Shocked
too, to find that Sierra was pale. I mean,
really pale. Her hair had turned a sort of white-
blonde and her skin was all white. Her eyes were
pale too. Pale blue. And her dressing gown. That
too.
“What’re you doing here?” she demanded as soon
as she saw me. Her voice, again, sounded forced
and harsh. Without knowing why, I
shivered. “Didn’t I tell you to keep away from
me? I hardly know you!”
“Sierra, what’s wrong with you?” I said, pushing
away my fear. It wasn’t that easy, let me tell
you. “I thought you are my best friend!”
I hate to admit, but even then I hadn’t figured
out what was happening. After all, I didn’t
believe in the supernatural.
“You thought? You’re wrong then!”
“Huh? You’re telling me that? I’ll tell you
who’s wrong!” I sort of screamed this at her and
then I grabbed the nearest thing at hand. A
lamp. Without thinking twice, I threw it at
Sierra. It missed, hitting the wall behind her
and shattering into pieces.
I was so angry I
didn’t care what happened next. How dare Sierra
deny that I was right! And by that time, all the
cold I have had sensed seemed to give me power,
instead of creeps.
There was plain panic on Sierra’s face. I
grabbed a family photo of Sierra’s ancestors and
threw it at her. It caught fire on mid-throw and
fell down onto the floor. The photo came flying
out of the frame, unharmed. It sailed all the
way to land by my feet. Immediately I knew
something was very wrong.
Sierra’s great-great-
great aunt, Felicia, was missing from the
picture. In her place stood Sierra, crying
silently and unable to move.
I gaped at the picture for a long time. The next
thing I knew, I went flying through the air to
land on my backside. Suddenly I knew what had
happened. The ghost of Aunt Felicia was
possessing Sierra.
I jumped to my feet, and winced. Felicia was
glaring at me. Her eyes were cold and lifeless.
The glare was so evil, so dangerous, that I must
have passed out. But before I did, I managed to
choke out, “Go back where you belong! Go back-“
When I came around, Sierra was kneeling beside
me. She wanted to know if I was okay. I was so
relieved and happy seeing her alive, I gave her
a huge hug and asked where Aunt Felicia was?. But
at the moment my mum called and told me to get
back home that instant. Glancing at the clock,
I was surprised to see that it was well after my
curfew. I dashed back home, still puzzling about
Aunt Felicia and what had happened. There wasn’t
time for Sierra to tell me anything. All we
managed to do was swear not to tell our parents
about it.
That night, Sierra sent me an IM. It read:
" U really gave Aunty a scare. All she told me was
that she was bored & that she wanted to have
life. She asked me to swap over wit her, just
for an hour. I did it for her. I was stupid. But
after an hour, Aunty liked it so much that she
wouldn’t swap back. She told me to enjoy my life
in there, in the family photo. If it weren’t for
u, she wouldn’t have swapped back. She’s evil.
Truly evil. Did u know that she murdered my Gr8-
gr8-gr8 uncle Theodore, my gr8-gr8-gr8 Aunt
Stephanie, and my gr8-gr8-gr8-gr8 granddad? I
only found this all out in the photo. Gr8-gr8-
gr8-grandma told me. I was really scared and I
don’t want to experience anything like that
again. I mean, how many people do you know that
have talked to their dead ancestors? The last
thing gr8-gr8-gr8 Aunty Felicia told me
was “Girls these days really have a fierce
temper don’t they? I don’t like ur taste of Best
friends, Sierra. But there’s something abt that
best friend of urs, Si. She possesses some kind
of power that dead here do not. She must have
some living-thingy, if you know what I mean,”
Of
course I don’t know what she means. But by the
way she talked about you; it was obvious she’s
scared of you. Anyway, I’m glad to have BF like
u!:-D
So after that day, I believe in the super
natural. That is one incident that I won’t
forget.
Submitted From: Maldives