by Author of Hide and seek and Cry for the dead...
My friend Maria died a couple of months ago in a terrible accident. There were many sightings of her at my school, where she had lost her life.
It was after school and everyone had gone home.
Mr.Smiths, the janitor, stayed behind to finish cleaning up the classrooms. When he stopped at ours, he saw a girl our age, standing behind the teacher's desk, reading a book. Mr.Smiths went in and said "I'm sorry little lady, but school time is over." The girl turned around, apologized and walked away. Then Mr.Smiths saw her. Maria... with the lower part of her body... missing.
Maria smiled at him, almost as if she knew something about him, and vanished.
After that, everyone knew what had happened to Maria. Her missing half, was probably caused by a car accident, since the school was so close to the highway. Maria probably wanted us to know that, because after that night, she was never seen again. This scared Mr.Smiths the most because...
He was the one who was driving the car.