The Ghost Girl

The wind blows gently across the meadow, I visit this same meadow pretty much every day it's close to my house and I come and chill here just for some quiet time, I have my phone in hand and my earbuds in my ear, and I lie down and kill time if it wasn't made abundantly clear I value my solitude and this meadow is the best place for that, mostly because of its origin, a little girl was killed here 3 years ago since I live in a neighborhood where everybody knows everybody and since everybody knew this little girl her death shocked the neighborhood and people don't visit this place because it's very painful for them, but I and my family moved here a month ago so it doesn't bother me, I mean don't get me wrong it saddens me that a little girl had to die and at such a peaceful place but hey what can I do about it. The song I was listening to stops I scroll through my playlist to find a song I liked as I'm doing this I hear someone behind me I look behind me and I see a little girl no more than 8 years old her long black hair flowing in the wind and she's wearing a pink shirt and a black skirt.

"Hi," I say to the girl

"Hi, You come here often don't you."

"Yeah, it's a very peaceful place to come and rest."

"Yeah, I used to like this place."

"Used to why-"

I stop myself mid-sentence because I already know why, I already know why most people don't like this place anymore.

"Yeah, it saddens me what happened here."

"If that's the case why do you use this as your resting place."

Her voice sounds angry.

"I mean it's just a nice meadow the past shouldn't change its beauty."

"So that's how you feel."

The once blue sky suddenly starts to become cloudy and now it's dark and gloomy outside, the wind starts to become more and more violent.

"It seems there's gonna be a storm I must get going."

I try to stand to my feet but I can't move.

"Huh."

"Hehe."

The little girl laughs.

"Hey what the hell is going on."

"I'm the little girl that was killed here."

"Huh that's impossible ghost don't exist."

"Is that so."

"Yeah."

"Then tell me why can't you move."

"I-" I stop myself because I have no good reason as to why I can't move.

"I did that."

"Why."

"I'm going to kill you."

Her words hurt, they send a shiver down my spine, having such an innocent-looking girl say something so harsh with such a happy tone only made those words hurt even more.

Suddenly she closes her eyes and disappears.

Then my hands start to draw close to my throat and start scratching, my nails dig deeper and deeper into my throat, blood is pretty much all around my neck at this point.

It Stings.

It Stings.

It Stings.

It Stings.

It Stings.

It Stings.....

The End.