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Rosie

by Anna
(California)

So there we were, having a sleepover at Suzy Whyman's house, telling scary stories. Jordyn was just finishing up hers which wasn't very scary, but you know, we didn't want to be mean so we shivered at the end anyway. Anyway, we were sitting in our sleeping bags, having a great time when the lights went out. Five of us started screaming and crying while Rosie just sat there, smiling. "Ok", I thought, "She probably pulled the switch." So I sat there, not scared anymore.

When the lights went back on, we noticed something was wrong. Little did I know my life had changed forever. Jordyn was so scared, she looked frozen. We poked her to see if she was all right, but when we did, she fell over, dead. We all started screaming over again. Rosie just sat there quietly smiling her kind of creepy smile. Suzy ran downstairs to call her parents (who were out) while Julia and I ran to get help, but when we reached the front door, it wouldn't open. That's when I suddenly realized... we were trapped. Trapped inside a house with no parents, just five teenage girls, and one of them was dead. And Rosie. We were trapped inside a house with Rosie. The same Rosie that I just realized was the brown haired, brown eyed girl, that had killed several people.

"Get out of the house," I said to Julia, but when I turned around, I saw that she was dead too. I screamed and ran to find Suzy. Finally, I found her, still alive, but very shaken up. I told her what I had found out, and she agreed with me that we had to find a way out.

We ran all over, opening windows but each time we found one it was bolted shut from the outside. All the time, while we ran, we could hear Rosie chasing us. Finally, Suzy and I found a window that was open, but it was two stories up. By this time Rosie had caught up with us and she was so close we could hear her breathing. Our only choice was to jump, and we did. As we landed, I heard Suzy scream with pain. She had broken her leg. It took all my might to pick her up and carry her to my home. As I ran with Suzy in my arms, I looked back at the Whyman's home. I saw a face at the window staring at me, smiling. It was Rosie.

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