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[rawrz .]

How about a ghost story? How'd you like that for a change? No, it's not a love story, a ghost story. Go ahead, step into my world, put that book with the love and the romance down, with the small town on the beach just like any other, with the friends and a stuck up girl as your enemy. No, this time it's me, I'm your enemy. Believe it or not ...

Chapter One

There's this place in my head, a cold, dark scary place. I only go there in my dreams, but it's there, every night. Every time I close my eyes; I go there again. I don't remember any of it though, just remember waking up in a cold sweat, with a chill running down my back that doesn't stop 'till I turn the lights on. Sure, people have nightmares sometimes, but like I said this happens every night. It's not the same thing, and you'd know if you were me, but you're not the one having these horrifying dreams.
I think the worst part is that I can't remember them, which other people would say it's the best. I want to know what it is that's scaring me so much, what it is that gets me freaked out and actually wanting to go to school. I know it's all in my head though; it's probably all those scary movies I watched when I was younger, or it could be those cold pizza's I used to eat while staying up late playing video games 'till my eyes were so red and bloodshot; you'd think I was the one that you were supposed to destory.
Whatever it is, it's made me go bonkers ever since that first time it happened, only a few months ago back in June. I had just got home from some movie with my friend, and boy was it late. My mom had been yelling at me for staying out until two o'clock, and honestly I was just too tired to care.
"Mom, please I just want to go to bed," I said, dragging my feet towards the stairs, just about ready to collapse.
"Well, if you want your sleep that bad, I would've thought about it before I went to some all-night party with those girls, I told you their no good young lady, they've got the parents like a devil, and ya' shouldn'tve been around them in the first part," My mother had this thick country accent, being born and raised in the south, having eleven kids and not ever moving away from Kentucky, you'd expect just as much. Me, on the other hand, I don't have such an accent. You see, there's the country side of this town, and the classy side, the one with all the people who actually learned how to talk in pre-school and own all the schools here. Sadly, I live right on the border between a modern-day lifestyle and making eggs the "right way", and I swear that line crosses right through our house and splits me off from the rest of them.
Anyway, I finally got upstairs and I knew something was wrong, someone had been in there, I could just, feel it. I looked to the spot where I kept my old antique baseball my grandma had given me for my eleventh birthday, nope, it was still there "Jackie Robinson" and all. My clothes seemed to be fine, nothing my younger brother had done to them except maybe thrown his oldsock into my clothespantry. I'm telling you that closet reeked of sweat, though it may have been my dirty soccer uniform that I kept in there. Everything in my room was perfectly fine, the bed was made, the knick-knacks all in their place, just something felt ... strange. I shook off the feeling and went to get my shower and brush my teeth, when I came back I noticed the window was open. My mom had probably done that, even though I hate it. She says we should enjoy "natures air conditioning" instead of using ours all the time, but I don't see why she insists on us doing that.
Besides, I like the heat. I reached over and shut the window, and when I turned around, I heard it open again.
"What? That can't be right ..." I shut it again, this time staring at it to make sure it was closed. I turned the light out, jumped into bed, and closed my eyes to sleep.

"Charolette! Charolette baby wake up!" I felt my mother shaking me like crazy, and I jumped up in bed, my heart pounding.
"M-Mamma?" I asked, trying to remember my dream, but I couldn't.
"Charolette! Oh, you had me scared to death," I felt a cold spot on my leg, and looked down to see the ice pack she had placed on my forehead that had dropped when I sat up.
"W-what happened? What happened? I-I don't even ..." She shook her head, the lights were on and I could see her hair getting frizzier by the second, it did that when she got nervous or scared.
"I don't know either, gosh you were screaming, i came up here and all the covers were off, you were kicking and screaming like someone was trying to kidnap you, oh you must've had a bad dream, I'm sorry honey,"
I nodded and placed my finger to my temple, feeling the sweat falling down my forehead. "Yeah ... I must have ..." I looked around and sighed, the sun was up, and I glanced to my clock. Five thirty, it read.
"Why don't I fix you some breakfast?"
"Yeah ... Yeah, why don't you,"


Make sure to read my writing guide! (:

[l<3ve]

Awesome! Please write more!

[rawrz .]

Haha, thanks! :3

[l<3ve]

Your welcome! I'm a bit excited now! First stalker!

[rawrz .]

Haha Lol XD Workin' on Chapter two ... got like half of it done tho XD

[l<3ve]

YESH!

[rawrz .]

Haha Lol

[l<3ve]

I read your reading guide! I will use it and luffles it! Sometimes, I admit, I use too much detail!

[rawrz .]

I read your reading guide! I will use it and luffles it! Sometimes, I admit, I use too much detail!

Haha, yeah thanks, worked hard on it. I thought since I've been writing and making up stories since I could talk, that it'd be good.

[l<3ve]

I read your reading guide! I will use it and luffles it! Sometimes, I admit, I use too much detail!

Haha, yeah thanks, worked hard on it. I thought since I've been writing and making up stories since I could talk, that it'd be good.

That's cool!