Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26230676-20150711013044

She's there, she's always there. Lurking in the shadows, scaring me out of my mind. She never says a word, but just stands in the shadows everywhere I go, completely silent, and invisible to all other life forms. People tell me that she's just a figment of my imagination. They all say," You're a teenager now Jack, stop acting two and start acting twelve." Sometimes, they convince me to believe them, but I know she's real. She's been there for about   five years now. When I first saw her, I referred to her as "The Red Child", seeing as she always wore red. She was a brunette, and looked around the age of thirteen. She seemed about 5'5, but she was shorter than me, so she didn’t look as if she posed a threat. She creeped me out in every way possible. She never does anything at all, just stands there, watching me. She constantly looks as if she’s contemplating my demise. But as I lie on my bed each night, I see her face in the shadows. The first time I saw her, it had been in a vivid nightmare. She just jumped at me, with a knife in her hands, and blood all over her face. And she screamed, and her scream was loud. When I had woken up after that nightmare, I kept seeing her everywhere. There’s a legend about a girl of thirteen named “Crimson Hearts”. The story says that anyone who lives in 235 Lagoon Avenue will suffer her curse, seeing as she was murdered there and she needs a poor soul to torture until her murderer dies. I just so happen to live in that house. The night that I had the dream about her was my first night in the house, when I was seven. The description of Crimson Hearts matches the description of The Red Child. I woke up on a chilly, autumn day. The first thing I saw was her face, a few inches from mine, and she still held that bloodied knife. I blinked, and she used that opportunity to retreat back to the shadows. I got dressed and walked downstairs to get my breakfast. My parents always sleep in, no matter what day of the week. I made myself some toast and walked out the door, to school. After classes that day, I ran up to my room to do my homework, a bowl of fruit in hand. I sat down on my bed, and pulled out my homework. I saw that The Red Child was advancing towards me. She giggled, and looked at me with her dull and lifeless green eyes. This was the first time I actually heard her speak, and she has a western accent, like a cowgirl. I sat there dumbfounded. She said in the most creepy voice possible with that western accent," You would look so lovely painted in crimson, darling." I then realized who she was, this was the main character in the infamous legend of "Crimson Hearts". This was Crimson Hearts herself. This is the spot where she died, and this is the spot where she's going to kill me. She grinned evilly and said," Time to die, darling." I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, I knew that she had stabbed me with her razor sharp knife. I took a look at her, with my dying breath, and she looked an awful lot like my old best friend, Jacie, who was murdered here. I realized that this WAS Jacie, and this is what she had become. I closed my eyes and my last thought was, "If only I didn't lose that six of hearts last year, before she was Crimson Hearts. Why does my old best friend have to be the cause of my demise?" I took one last look around my room, and spotted the six of hearts under my bed, and I mentally facepalmed myself. But it’s too late for me. But at least I’m with Jacie, forever.  