The Voodoo Queen

Write the text of your article here! "I don't want to go to school." whined the young girl, Rachel.

The 13-year-old girl had light brown hair that reached to the bottom of her shoulder blades and had a fringe that she had to brush out of the way because it covered her bright blue eyes. Pale skin covered her body, if you were to compare her to Jeff the Killer, their skin tones would be almost completely the same. The final feature on the girl's face is the pink-ish, red-ish lips that normally pulled a straight face when alone or concentrating hard on something she found important.

"You're the one who wants good grades to get into a good job." replied her mum, with a very stern voice.

Her mum looked a lot like the girl. They both owned bright blue eyes. Pale skin and the pink-ish, red-ish lips.

"I want good grades, yes, but for some reason all of my teachers have turned from being nice and friendly to miserable cows that don't get any sleep at night for some stupid reason."

"Well, tough, you're going to school and that's that!"



Almost ten minutes later, Rachel arrived at school. Her average school day would be a day when she would obviously do her school work and during the wait for first period to start, break between second and third period and the lunch break between the fourth and final period of school she would have a good laugh, chat and muck-about with her friends, Holly, Chloe, Kate and Beth. Today was different. None of Rachel's friends were with her. She had other friends, but they didn't exactly know her as well as the other four did.



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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;">'' "... Go on, let's take him!" ''<span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-language:EN-GB"> Rachel said to herself in her head, picking up the voodoo doll on her way out of her room.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">As she left, the urge returned. Not just one, of the two, but both. With the two combined, her heart was racing as she strolled to the field and sat down on a bench, still with the urges on her mind. For the next minute Rachel couldn't think of anything to draw other than her voodoo doll - that was lying next to herself - and her. There was no cheerful aspect in any of the doodles; they were both spine-chilling and nightmare-ish. Each picture consisted of her, the voodoo doll, blood and a body. There was a lot of blood in each drawing.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Hey, bitch." Rachel knew that voice. The same one she heard yesterday.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Turn back is exactly what they did. Albert dropped the pad. All of their jaws dropped to see Rachel just a little taller than head level with the three of them. She hadn't instantly grown, she was floating in mid-air. The voodoo doll that was once lying on the bench Rachel was sat on was now standing on its own. The bright blue eyes that were once there had now gone. They were so full of rage, seeing the three laugh at her, that they burnt to ash. Nothing was left in their place. Her sockets were empty. Blood flowing slowly from the empty sockets, almost covering her cheeks with her own blood.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Rachel, raising her arm and second finger, pointing to Jess, requested the voodoo doll to forge a knife in its hand. It did so. The knife seemed ghostly and non-existent, yet it was all too real. The voodoo doll grew to the same height as Jess, placed the point of the ghostly knife in the middle of its own chest and slowly pushed.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">As the hole in the voodoo doll disappeared along with the knife, to voodoo doll shrank to its original size and Jess collapsed on the ground with a pool of blood slowly appearing around her.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Now... who’s next?" rhetorically asked Rachel, lowering her arm and finger.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Albert and Jake started to run. Rachel rose both of her arms and second fingers and pointed straight at the boys. The two of them froze in their tracks.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">"Forge a second." requested Rachel to her voodoo doll friend.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">Growing to the size of Jake and Albert, the voodoo doll forged a ghostly replica of itself. The two voodoo dolls faced one another along with the twins. Reaching their right arms out, the two voodoo dolls and the twins grabbed each other’s neck and squeezed. Growing as pale as the floating girl, growing breathless and growing lifeless, the twins use their last breath to say: "We... blame... Jess.".

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">With their last breath, they both collapsed to the ground as Jess did. With the night phase still remaining, Rachel picked up her pad which once had her drawings in, and drew Jess, Jake and Albert on the first page. Just as she was about to wonder off, Rachel said one final thing: "I warned you. Never turn back."

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-language:EN-GB">From that point onwards, she claimed to be the Voodoo Queen.