Creepy girl.

It was a dark night when suddenly my car broke down while I was driving.

“Oh not now!” I shouted as I kicked the door in anger.

After I called the mechanic, I walked around the road. While I was walking, I came upon a bus stop. Without hesitation, I ran towards it and took a seat. There was a pale looking girl with long hair and big eyes facing down while sitting.

“Hello girl! What’s your name?” I asked the girl.

“Why do you care?” She answered in a scary tone.

‘How rude!’ I said in my heart.

“Where’s your mother?” I asked her.

“She’s dead.” The girl answered.

“I’m sorry for your lost.” I said.

The girl was still facing down.

I came up with an idea to past the time.

“Hey! Why don’t we take a selfie?” I asked.

The girl faced me. I was scared to death. Her face was full with scratches.

“I would like that.” She said as she smiled. Her teeth were as white as pearls.

I took out my phone.

“Smile!” I said as the phone snapped a picture.

We took a few pictures. Then, I took a look at the pictures.

What I saw, made my spine chill. She wasn’t in the picture. As if I were taking a selfie by myself.

“What are you?” I asked as I turned around. She was gone. I shivered.

I bus turned up. I quickly went into the bus without any hesitations.

The door of the bus closed and the driver started driving the bus.

I sat at the very back even though the other seats were empty.

“Ring! Ring! Ring!” Went my phone. I picked it up.

“Hello?” I said.

“This is the mechanic. Miss, your car isn’t here.” Said the person on the other side.

“What? Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes I’m really sure.” Said the mechanic.

“It’s okay then. I still have my motorbike at home.” I told the mechanic.

“Thank you.” I continued.

“Welcome.” Said the mechanic. He then hanged up.

“What a weird day.” I said to myself.

I turned around. I saw the same girl at the bus stop.

“AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” I shouted.

“What’s going on at the back?” Asked the bus driver.

“I rubbed my eyes before answering him. The girl was once again gone.

“It’s nnn… nothing.” I said as I shivered.

When I reached home, I ran straight away walked to my room. When I reached my room, there were teeth as white as pearls.

I took out my Iphone which had a flashlight. I shined the light towards the set of teeth. I scared half to death when I saw the figure.

There were no eyes and the eye holes were bleeding. It had no nose only holes on its face. I ran out my house like a mad person and ran on the road. I got hit by a car.

The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital.

A few days later I was allowed to go back home. I walked back this time. Besides, my house wasn’t that far away.

As I was unlocking my door, there was something written on it. It said.

“You’ll see me again soon enough.” 

Grandma's rocking chair

I’m Janet. And I’m really close to my family members. Especially my grandma. My grandma, well, she was a fun person to be with. Sporting, funny and has all the other things that you could wish from a person.

It was too bad that… she passed…

On her rocking chair that’s where she passed away. We were joking away.

“Do you want to hear a story my dear Janet?” Asked grandma.

“Of course!” I said.

Grandma smiled, and said, “Once upon a time…”

And suddenly she went silent. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed. I was shocked for a minute. Then I thought that it was just her silly tricks.

“Haha… You got me good grandma.” I said while smiling.  She didn’t wake up.

“Grandma, this isn’t funny anymore.” I said again but this time without smiling.

“Grandma this isn’t funny anymore!” I repeated.

“Father! Please help!” I shouted.

My father came down and saw my grandma on the rocking chair motionless. My father felt my grandma’s chest and there was no heartbeat. “I’m sorry Janet but, grandma’s gone…” Said father sadly.

At that moment I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say. I could only hold grandma’s hand and cry.

A few days later was grandma’s funeral. I didn’t say a word there. All I could do was look down on the floor and let tears come down my cheek.

Later that night, as I was climbing into bed, I heard a voice saying, “Janet! I have a story to tell you!” from outside my bedroom and downstairs. It was grandma’s voice.

“No, no, no. She’s gone just forget about her Janet.” I told myself.

“Janet! Don’t you want to hear my story?” Said the voice again.

I covered my ears. “I’ve gone mad.” I told myself.

“Janet! Come down my dear!” The voice said again.

At that moment I couldn’t take it. I ran downstairs. I saw, on the rocking chair sat grandma.

“Grandma!” I said as I ran to her. When I wrapped my arms around her, they just went through her.

My eyes were wide open as I said, “It’s her ghost.”

I gave out a blood curdling scream as I ran upstairs, went into my room and locked the door.

“Janet don’t run away.” Said the voice as it banged on my door.

I covered myself with a blanket and covered my ears and closed my eyes. The banging on the door got louder and louder. The banging was on the door until I fell into a deep sleep.

The same thing repeated for the next few nights. My parents also had the same experience. Until one day, they couldn’t stand it and we decided to move out. My parents left grandma’s rocking chair at the house and brought other stuff except the rocking chair.

As father drove away from the house, from the window I could see the rocking chair moving slowly. Then I knew that forever will grandma be with her rocking chair. Forever smiling.