Cry for the dead
(Toronto Ontario Canada)
I once had a really great friend named Jolie. She was really funny, and she loved to tell horror stories.
One night, when I was at her house for a sleepover party, she turned of all the lights, and told me this really scary story about a girl who died in her basement.
"I can actually hear her crying sometimes." Jolie whispered, closing her eyes. I closed my eyes too, but I couldn't hear anything so I just fell asleep.
I woke up to this strange feeling that someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes, to see a pale faced girl, with bloody eyes, and dry purple lips. I screamed.
The ghost girl slowly backed away. When I recovered, the girl came forward with tears in her eyes and whispered, "I think your friend is... dead."
"What?" I said quietly. The girl stared at me with a sad smile and said, "She died this morning, when you were asleep." She spoke her words slowly. "I always cry for people who are about to die.."
Suddenly the girl started to cry. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry!" The girl hiccuped, bloody tears streaming down her face.
At first I was confused. Why was she sorry? But now I understood. "She always cried for people who were about to die..."And I was next.