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 ---Hello. To all the man and women reading this article, I’m going to tell you something that will make you think twice about an oh so evil deed in this area….SHE, will know…SHE, will find you….And SHE, will kill you. And when she kills you, it’s been said that your soul is forever roaming the cold, dark deep forest meadow, never to find peace, never finding your way back. To some this sounds like a joke, but for me, it’s real… For it happened to me and my friends when we was in high school…The year was 2010, I’m the only one who survived that one damned night, But SHE said that she’ll be watching me, waiting for me to make a slip up…Smiling away as she giggled at the thought of me doing such wrong things… I’m going to tell you all one more story…The story of Meadow’s Ghost---



 I wake up on a cold and quiet morning. I got up from bed and did your daily route, go use bathroom, brush teeth, wash face, put clothes on and go make breakfast. I lived in a one bedroom apartment in some crappy apartment complex. I moved into this area 3 years prier, it was my last year in high school and I was living it to the fullest. Partying hard, drinking, you name it. Even the day before, me and my friends — counting me there was 4 of us—went to the biggest party we went to so far. It was in a forest meadow someone found by “accident”. Everybody was dancing, drinking and making out with chicks and Vis versa, everyone but me. On that day I didn’t want to come back home and suffer a hangover when I have a big test to take at school the next day. Yeah, even though I was partier, when grades comes into play, I don’t mess around. So I just drake water and staying sober as the other 3 drank their hearts out.

 One of them named, Thomas, was the last to get dead drunk. Thomas was like the 2nd in command of our group, making me the 3rd in charge, Zack was last and John was the leader. Even though seeing all my friends do stuff they usually don’t do was fun, it soon got serious when Thomas started yelling at his girlfriend after finding her kissing up to one of the big jocks at our school.

 At first, we thought it wasn’t that big of a deal, since she had cheated on him before, but then out of know where, Thomas grabs a beer bottle and smashes it on her head, causing her to fall down and hit her head hard on a rock that was sitting there in the grass meadow floor. People started to panic at this point, since the girl stopped moving and blood was pouring out of her head.



 We all just ran.



 Leaving the now unconscious girl bleeding out in the middle of the meadow. Thomas was, even though dead drunk, knew what he did and cried his eyes out yelling he’s sorry. Since I was in good condition to drive us home, we all got out of the forest and into the car. I wanted to stay and helped the poor girl out but, my friend was about to go to jail because of this. He needed me more than ever.

 As we approached Thomas’s house he started to say weird things like, “I heard her…SHE is calling for me back…SHE knows….SHE knows John!….I’m dead, I’m dead…Please… Please have mercy…I’m sorry…..Shut up…Shut up….SHUT UP! I won’t…go back…to the meadow, and you can’t make me!” he would repeat that over and over until we finally got him in his house and up to his room. He went to sleep fast leaving me, Zack, and John to figure out what the hell to do next.

 We all decided even though he’s our friend, killing someone was serious and need to be dealt with. John said he’ll tell the police in the morning what happened but of course I needed to be there with him since he was indeed drunk himself and wanted to make sure the things he was saying was right. We all left his house and John locked Thomas room up, just in case he tries to run away before morning.

 But something was still bothering me that I didn’t tell the others, before everyone suddenly bolted I saw something or someone appear behind Thomas. Since Thomas was facing me I saw a full wide image of what was behind him. It looked like a young girl with long dark brown hair pigtails, blue eyes and a sky blue scarf around her neck.

 I didn’t see that much else of what she had on since everything went by so fast but the scary thing about is, her skin was grey and she had a creepy smile on her face, dark red blood seeped from her mouth as our eyes met for one split second before she disappeared. I shake my head from remembering that image and sat at my table eating my breakfast.

 I then turned on the TV and almost wasted my food as I jumped up and saw who was on the news.

 “Thomas Sandman, age 17 was found dead in a meadow in the forest. Reports are telling us that the teen had killed 17 year old Sandra Martin, the night before, at a wild high school party held there. Sandra body was found on the door step of her family home…”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “WHAT” I blurred out. “I KNOW that we all left San back in the meadow, how?” I thought as the news went on,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “…Having traces of Sandra’s blood on Thomas Sandman’s chest it has been confirmed that he was the one who carried her back home…” “Thomas carried her?” I said as I turned up the TV,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “… Cause of dead is a one single gunshot wound to the head, suggesting that it was a suicide, though investigates haven’t found the gun used for this act. We will keep you posted on this heart breaking story.“

<p class="MsoNormal"> I then turned off the TV and sat down dumfounded, and thinking about what the hell the just seen. “Even if Thomas felt guilty, he wasn’t the type of guy to kill himself in that way. And he was fast asleep when we all left him, did he wake up and got out....No, No. John locked his room door and window to make sure Thomas wouldn’t go nowhere… Then how?” suddenly the image of the grey skinned girl popped in my head, with her creepy bloody smile.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I shook my head and got ready for school. Once I got there, everyone was acting weird. Not weird but…”Normal”. Not even one person was crying or upset at what was on the news, not even those who were at the party was acting like nothing happened. And when I would ask about what happened at the party or about Sandra or Thomas, they would look at me crazy and say things like,

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Did you hit your head this morning?”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Uh, there was no party last night.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Who’s Sandra?”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Thomas Sandman? Never heard of him.”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> I tried to be level headed as I walked over to my 1st period class. I then saw John and Zack who were standing next to the window. “David! Dude! The news this morning…” Zack started to say to me, “Thank god he remembers…” I thought to myself. “Yeah, yeah I know. John, was the door to his room still opened or..?” I said over to him. John sighed, “I went over to his house this morning, god there was a lot of news crews everywhere doing a report and trying to ask me questions. I got into the house quick and said my prays to his parents before going to check his room. Then…” he paused, it looked like his face went pale for a second, “John?” I said patted his shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal"> John coughed and continued,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “…Then I saw that the door to his room as still locked the way I had it set up..”  me and Zack both looked at each other then back at John, “Your not serious, right?” Zack asked him, “I’m serious Zack, the lock wasn’t tampered with at all and when I unlocked and got in the room, there was…” Zack then grabbed John and sat him down,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Dude are you sure your okay? You look like you saw a gho—“

<p class="MsoNormal"> “I so don’t need a pun right now Zack! You out of all people should know that!” John snapped at him.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Zack back up, “All on the walls was the phrase, and ‘Meadow’s Ghost’ written in red ink and it was Thomas’s hand writing.” “Meadow’s…Ghost?” I said to myself. Zack flinched at those words, “Dude…SHE’s back?...The legend—“John looked at him which made him shut up. “What legend?” I asked him.

<p class="MsoNormal"> They both looked down.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “John, he doesn’t know it, he has the right to know, and he’s been he for like 3 years….He should be told.” Zack said looking at John. John sighed and looked back up at me. “When I and Zack was growing up, we heard stories that happened it this town. The most famous is Meadow’s ghost…” I then sat down in my seat, “Go on.” I said. He cont. “The legend says that A 15 year old girl was kidnapped sometime during winter in the late 2000's by her mentally ill step-father and taken to an old under ground war prison cells somewhere deep in the woods where she was raped and tortured there for 3 months. With some help by another victim trapped there, the other victim grabs a rusty old filler and broke off some of her chains. As soon as the she was free from her restrains the Step father came back and tried to catch her again. She was able to escape out into the forest. The girl ran and ran as bullets kept on shooting pasted her. She soon found a break in her path, opening up to a meadow…”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Don’t tell me the meadow we was just in…” I groaned,

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “Maybe, who knows. Anyway, as she was half way across the meadow, a bullet hit the side of her leg, gracing it. She fell and turn around to see her Step father come closer and closer to her. It looked like he was about to shoot her but the gun had jammed. He then threw the gun down and grabbed her by the neck and started to choke her.

<p class="MsoNormal"> The last thing she saw and heard was the step father's smiling face and his laughter echoing through out her ears before feeling and hearing her own neck cracked under his hands. Legend says she woke up, laying down in the meadow. She sat up to see her own body, and to make it worse...Her step father was still touching her dead body laughing, and cursing saying "This is your everlasting punishment!". Filled with anger, blood-lust and wanting revenge, she made herself visible to the man. He stopped and jumped back crawling away from her. Her eyes was glowing, and full of blood-lust. He then suddenly had no control of his own body, she was in control. She made him stand up and walk over to his gun and picked it up, and hold it to his head. He was at that point crying and actually yelled to her, "HAVE MERCY!” She laughed and opened her mouth to say something as dark blood oozed from her mouth and she said very slowly,

<p class="MsoNormal"> "....No...Mercy..." and with that a loud BANG rang through the forest. Hour’s later police stormed the area finding her body and the man. Behind the police man was the other victim who had helped her before. She then walked over to the victim, who can’t see her, and whispered "...thank...you...” before leaving the forest and back into the city. From then on people reported sighting of her walking around and some say she has different ways of killing, that she would haunt rapist and murders, and kill them the same way she killed her step father or another way is to slowly make them go insane and kill themselves…”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> I looked at him dumfounded, “Creepy right!?” Zack said looking at me. I sighed, “There is no way I’m going to believe that a ghost is behind all of this—“

<p class="MsoNormal"> “You saw her too right?” John asked looking into my eyes, “Saw…who?” I asked,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Meadow’s ghost…You saw her…Right? At the party, behind Thomas…” John asked me,

<p class="MsoNormal"> I froze, “You too? I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me…” ”No dude, everyone saw her appear behind Thomas, that’s why we bolted out of there!” Zack said to me.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I scratched my head, “Well then, SAY IF this is behind this ghost girl…What do we do now?”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Nothing…” John said to me, looking dead into my eyes, I could tell he was serious, “Like you said, you can’t believe it and neither will the police, there’s nothing we can do…Thomas’s is gone now and we can’t do nothing about…We have to forget.” And with that, John walked out of the room.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “B-But we can’t just pretend that this didn’t happened! Someone died! Our FRIEND died! We can’t just forget them like that!”

<p class="MsoNormal"> I yelled at him, everybody in the room looked at me then went back to whatever they were doing, “Yeah we can dude…Were used to this happening around here, but don’t worry…You’ll get used to it like us soon…” Zack said to me as he walked out the class room.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> The bells rings, classes are starting.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I failed the stupid test, of course, since I couldn’t think straight. “For everyone to act like nothing happened…How many people died before I got here? Do I even want to know?” these questions stayed in my head for the rest of the day and til I got home late from work.

<p class="MsoNormal"> It was 10:45 pm. As soon as I flopped over on the couch my phone ranged. I groaned and got up to answer it, “Hello?”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “DAVID! This is Zack’s mother, is he with you?” the lady yelled in the phone half way sobbing,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “N-No madam, he’s not, why do you ask?”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “He hasn’t come home yet! I called John’s house but he’s missing too!” my heart stopped.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I then hanged up the phone and ran back out and got in my car. “They must be at the meadow!” I thought to myself as I drive out to the forest opening. When I got there I saw that the yellow line was still in place from police.

<p class="MsoNormal"> As must as I hate breaking the law, I needed to find my friends, and I stepped over the line and walked out into the forest. Half there toward the meadow I heard screams coming from my left. I quickly turned started running toward the screams. Fighting through the thick fog, leaves, and vines and broken down trees, I found myself at a very, very old style brick building.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Pointing things out with my flashlight I found some very old looking police tape on the ground and then a run-down sign that got knocked down. I went over and shined my light at it,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “…Prison Cells…?” It fatly ready as I looked over at the half broken down place. “Could this be where that girl was being kept?” I thought to myself as I carefully entered the building, hoping it wouldn’t fall down on top of me. Following the now one scream into the deep down parts of the building, I froze in my place.

<p class="MsoNormal"> There were dead bodies…Everywhere, well some in the walk way and some leaning on the walls. Some of them still had the flesh on them as it slowly rotted away.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I pressed on holding my breath. The stench was unbearable, but I had to keep going. I need to know what the hell was going on in this town. Some time has passed as I walked through the old halls of cells and bones when I finally reached the end of the building and stopped where I stood.

<p class="MsoNormal"> There she was. Meadow’s Ghost.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She was standing there holding a piece of glass, dripping, covered in blood. John was leaning up against the wall with stab wounds all over him, but he was alive still. And Zack— Zack was…on the floor…Dead.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I was about to throw up at the site. Zack’s stomach was flared out for all to see, organs cut and dug out and his face….It was...Gone, like gone gone! His skin that used to be on his face…Was next to him on the floor. Meadow’s Ghost then slowly turned to look at me, her soul-less dark blue eyes on my live ones.

<p class="MsoNormal"> This time I saw her full body. She had on a dark grey button down shirt, black skirt and long black socks, with her left sock fallen all the way down to her ankle. She had deep scratch marks on her legs, some in the form of a scratch mark from a hand. On her left risk there was a chain attached around it. And on her right ankle, there was another chain attached around it. Around her neck there were lines of forms from finger as if she had been….Strangled.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She then opened her mouth and dark red blood seeped out. I gagged at this site. She slowly asked me,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “…Why…are you…here?”

<p class="MsoNormal"> I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t say anything. I’m was afraid too. She then suddenly appeared infront of me. I screamed and felled backwards on the floor. She then stepped close and crotched down still looking at me. At this point I wanted to get out but I need to save John, he was bleeding out and he needs a doctor. She then opened her mouth again and said,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “…Not…your turn …to die yet...” she then gave me that creepy smile again, “…but…if you insist…then I can …kill you now!”

<p class="MsoNormal"> I’m crying at this point, she then suddenly lunged at me and grabbed my neck. Choking me! I tried to get her off of me but her grip was too strong.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She was just staring down at me with that damn smirk across her face, as blood drip from her smile down to my face. I thought I was a goner when John came out of nowhere and tackled the girl, making her get off me.

<p class="MsoNormal"> I coughed up some blood a couple of times before getting back on my feet. “J-JOHN!” I yelled running over toward them but he motioned me to stop,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “JUST GET OUT!” he yelled back as he hold the girl down. She was struggling to get free.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “RUN AND DON’T COME BACK!” I hesitated to do so.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Then the girls hand got free and then shot her hand straight through John’s chest. John screamed in pain, letting go of her fully. She then thrust her other hand into his chest, making him scream more, crying for mercy.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She started giggling at his pleads and said,

<p class="MsoNormal"> “…hehe….funny…that’s what…the girl’s you’ve been raping….had been saying…alllll this time…”

<p class="MsoNormal"> I looked at them confused, “What…?” I said out loud.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “PLEASE! I BEG OF YOU! IM SORRY!! I WILL NEVER TO IT AGAIN! PLEASE! HAVE MERCY! MERCY PLEASE GOD MERCY!” John screamed as the girl slowly pull his spine out.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “…I saw it all...You really thought… I wouldn’t catch….you two?” I thought in my head that she was referring to Zack as well.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Then it one swift motion she ripped out his spine, silencing him for good. She then dropped him and his spine on the ground. She then turned and looked over at me, smiled and said very slowly,

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “...No…Mercy…”

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<p class="MsoNormal"> At the moment I ran, past the decaying bodies, out through the front door, out through the deep forest, and back into my car, speeding back home. As soon as I ran into my house I slammed and locked the door, and ran into my room closing the bedroom door. Sitting in my bed curled up in a ball, sobbing, I felt something touch my back. I looked to see what it was.

<p class="MsoNormal"> It was HER! I ran across my room and tried to open the door. Locked?! I didn’t lock the bedroom door! She then stepped closer to me. I yelled and pleaded for someone, anyone to save me, but of course no one heard my cries.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She tapped my shoulder again, giggled and said, “Your…funny….I’ll wait to…kill you off…”

<p class="MsoNormal"> I glared at her, “Why not…. now?” I said mocking her voice.

<p class="MsoNormal"> She glared back at me, “Because…I …want to see you….fall under the pressure…Even the most nicest man….Falls …I’ll be watching you~!” and with that she giggled and disappeared. I never saw her again.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> The police never found Zack's and John’s bodies. I told them the general area the big building was but they couldn’t never find it. Even when I had lead the way into the forest, we would always end up back at the beginning again. Was it because of the heavy fog was hiding it? Or maybe the whole building itself disappeared altogether?

<p class="MsoNormal"> I think the term is called “Spirted away.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> Might as well call it that since nobody in the town, except their parents of course, claim that they don’t remember my two friends at all. I graduated high school and went to college elsewhere out of town, got married and had kids, I then moved my family away from that cursed place. But that day, that night I will never forget. I knew that one day SHE will come and kill me. For what, I don’t know, maybe just for fun I suppose.

<p class="MsoNormal"> But now, I can hear her. She’s saying over and over again, “Come to the Meadow David…” And on a few times I caught myself writing down those words on my walls with a sharpie, making my poor wife worry. It’s almost like she’s trying to get my body, not my mind, to follow HER wishes…

<p class="MsoNormal"> I’m writing this last article in my car, since I woke up in it this morning. Oddly enough, it’s parked at the entrance of the forest…. I can hear HER voice clearly now…By night fall, I should be dead…Tomorrow search me up on the news…Maybe you’ll find the next big Break News update on the deaths caused by “the so called” Meadow’s Ghost…

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Oh, She’s calling me….Good night my sweet readers and family.

<p class="MsoNormal"> …Goodbye. <ac_metadata title="Meadow&#039;s Ghost (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>