The Girl in the Picture
There was a girl named Emily who moved with her family into a new home. When she went to explore the house, she noticed this room in the back of the house. In the room was a single portrait of a young girl with dark curly hair. The girl in the picture looked sad and mysterious. Emily got kind of scared and walked out of the room.
As the weeks went on, she felt like she was being followed. Everytime she felt this way, she turned around and found nothing there. One night when her best friend Alice was sleeping over, she confided in her. “I feel like this girl is still here, in the house.” Emily said.
Alice suggested they should do a seance where you contact the spirits and record it. They tried every room in the house. Then they came to the basement. It was dark and quiet as the girls set up. Alice lit the candles and they started asking questions. “Why have you come here, oh ghosty?” said Alice.
“Alice, we have to take this seriously!” Emily cried. So Emily and Alice held hands and sat there quietly. For a minute, nothing happened. Then a noise like a squeak came from behind them. The girls opened their eyes and checked behind them. Nothing was there. Then the candle started to flicker.
Alice squeezed Emily’s hand tighter. Slowly Emily said “Is this the little girl form the picture?”. The candle flickered and Alice started to cry. Then Emily asked “Why are you still here? Do you want us to help you?”.Again, the candle flickered.
“Oh, try asking her if she was killed here. That’s usually why they stay.”
Before Emily could ask, the flame rose higher and higher and suddenly blew out. Both girls ran to the door and upstairs screaming. When Emily’s mother asked whatappened, she didn’t believe the story. The girls played the tape forEmily’s mother. What happened next, no one could explain. The tape was balnk. Just static and snow. The mother sent the girls to bed, claiming all they needed was rest.
A week passed since the seance. The phone rang and Emily answered it. “Emily! You will never believe this! Come over right now!”. It was Alice. When Emily arrived at her house, there was a tape playing. Emily sat down and listened. There was static and then a voice. It said “Take her picture. Take her picture.” Then there was a wooshing noise, a noise like the candle made when it blew out.
Alice turned around. “Emily, it was her. The girl! She wants you to take a picture.” An hour later, some photos of Emily were being uploaded into Alice’s computer. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
Then Emily noticed it: her shadow. It wasn’t her shdow at all. It was a girl with curly hair. The shadow was pointing down. Emily froze with terror. In every picture, she was there. Emily was scared and wanted the girl gone.
Over the next few weeks, she spent countless hours trying to figure out who this girl was. She also turned the house upside down looking for her body. In the sunday edition of the local paper, there she was. The girl with the sad face. Her name was Emily. It said the girl was missing. It also said the neighbors heard strange noises coming from the basement.
The one place Emily wouldn’t look was the basement. By the time she got home it was dark outside. There was a note on the fridge that said her parents were at dinner and would be home soon. As terrified as she was, Emily knew she had to go down there. She grabbed a flashlight and headed down the stairs.
Emily catiously searched the basement for a clue, anything to tell where the body was. then the squeak came from where the seance was. Emily walked over to look around. It felt like something had grabbed her foot and she tripped. The flashlight rolled across the floor. The light shined on the girl’s grave.
Emily didn’t realize it before, but there was one spot in the basment paved over with gray cement. it was long enough to be a grave for a young girl. Emily grabbed her dad’s tool box and pulled out a hammer and some large nails. Then she banged the nails deep enough in the cement to crack the cement. As Emily was pulling pieces away, a hand reached up from the cement and grabbed Emily’s wrist. She screamed and fought, but couldn’t get away. Another hand stuck out from the cement. The girl was pulling herself out of her grave.
Emily twisted free, but it was too late. The girl sat up straight. Her head turned to Emily’s direction. The girl was horrible looking with leathery skin that was clinging to her bones. Her face pale and her eyes were sunken into her head. She started to crawl towards Emily. Emily tried to get away, but the girl grabbed her ankle.
When Emily’s parents got home, they found their daughter wasn’t home yet. After they realized she was gone, the only clue she left behind was a flashlight, a hammer and some nails. Emily was buried right below where they stood and she was never seen alive again…
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