Chapter 4 Who Says Death Is The End Part 2

• Looking at me like I was absolutely crazy, he lets me come in and sit down. “Are you O.K.?” “No, there is something in my room and I think it's a ghost. The skeleton on my door just moved it’s arm up after I asked for my brother to do something to let me know if he was there. I could understand if it fell down, but no it just freaking moved up.” “Well, let’s go see. I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for it.” He stands up and grabs something before returning to the room. I glance at him and I could tell right away that he wasn’t taking me seriously. “You know what? Just never mind, you’re right.” I say as I try to just blow it off as me acting nutty because of Halloween. “No, really. Let’s go.” He says as he walks to the door and motions for me to follow him. I stand up and start walking out deliberately slow, and say, “I was just drawing my brother and the room felt weird, so I asked if he was there with me. That’s when the skeleton moved.” Thinking that the whole thing is funny, he cracks a smile and I catch him. I smack his arm and yell at him, “Stop laughing at me and take that thing out of my room. I don’t ever want to see it again.” Once we get back to my room, I refuse to go in until he removes the skeleton from my door. After he takes it down, he leaves with it and then comes back a few minutes later, saying as he patronizes me, “See. No harm. It’s all been taken care of now.” I beg him, “Please, stay. I’m so scared now. I can’t stay alone, I just can’t.” Trying my hardest, I give him a quick little peck on the lips with puppy dog eyes. “No, you know I can’t. I have an exam tomorrow in History and if I don’t pass this one, I won’t pass the class. Besides, Shanna should be back any time now.” “Really? You’re going to leave me here like this?” I tug on his arm desperately trying to get him to stay. “Stop. I have to leave, now let go.” He yanks my hand from his arm and walks out of the room. I sit down in my desk chair and stare out the window. Still feeling scared, I grab my blanket and wrap it around me, but something gets my attention. Scanning the surrounding area, I notice something off. It feels like the darkness seems more intense than it usually is. Maybe it’s because it is Halloween. Returning my attention to the radio playing, I start to sing along with a song I really like. What I don't realize is there is a shadow behind me. Hearing a rustling sound again, I turn around to see a shiny object coming right at me, held by a tall dark shadow. When my eyes focus, I notice that it is a knife and I narrowly escape the sharp blade aimed at my head as I crash to the floor. At this point, something extremely strange happens. When I look up to see who is attacking me, I watch as my radio flies across the room and slams into my assailants head. Quickly picking myself up, I run for the door and start to scream for help. Trying to find anyone, I run from door to door and pound on them while screaming "Help." Finally, someone answers and I run inside. They lock the door and I say, "Call the police."