User:Aya675

Emily Barthemoore was an average 14 year old, like me. We both liked swimming, dancing, singing, talking about boys…average 14 year old girly stuff. I remember the day she … I will never forget that day.

MAY 4th 2009

I was at the bus stop waiting for her when I finally saw her, she didn’t change the slightest! The same dark blond hair, sea green eyes, plaid shirt ,ripped jeans, black boots and a grey beanie… but she looked quite concerned, looking around her as if she was afraid someone was following her .I haven’t seen her since ,like, six months, she was on vacation, she went to the beach.

-Hey Emily! I ran to her and hugged her very tightly.

-Oh Hannah, it’s been a long time, she says, let’s sit down.

-So, I said, holding both of her hands, how was your trip?

-Oh amazing, she says with a smile. All her worries seem to have disappeared.

-I would give anything to spend six months at the beach, I sighed.

-Well, maybe next time your mom will let you go. She says.

-Um, no won’t happen, I laughed, you know she’ll find any excuse for me not to go.

Emily rolled her eyes, not convinced.

-Hey, don’t you roll your eyes at me! You know what she told me two weeks ago?

-UGH, what? She asks

-she said  You will not go, you can’t swim, and you’ll drown She laughed at my face:

-Mmmh, yeah right.

-I’m not kidding! She told me that creepy guys will check me out on the beach and…hey! Where did you get that scar! I almost shouted. She had an enormous scar on her neck.

<p class="MsoNormal">-Oh, this scar? She says. I got it in my sleep, it may sound crazy to you, but I have no idea how.

<p class="MsoNormal">Her face turned pale and she started breathing shallowly.

<p class="MsoNormal">-A…are you okay?

<p class="MsoNormal">-Yeah, yeah I’m… okay. Just a bit tired, and I had to run so I wouldn’t miss the bus, I sighed:

<p class="MsoNormal">-First day of school.

<p class="MsoNormal">-Ugh, I hate first days of school.

<p class="MsoNormal">-Okay… I said… so…did you realize anything different on me?

<p class="MsoNormal">-Um…yeah, did you get a new haircut?

<p class="MsoNormal">-Yep, AND a new hair color: Everyone loves blonds with brown eyes, am I right?

<p class="MsoNormal">-Yeah, sure! Sorry, I didn’t really realize that.

<p class="MsoNormal">-Emily… you look a little off today, tell me what’s wrong.

<p class="MsoNormal">-Nothing!

<p class="MsoNormal">-Now don’t you lie to me…Emily what is wro…

<p class="MsoNormal">-Hannah, she whispered, Hannah please run, now…she was breathing so heavily, sweating and trembling.

<p class="MsoNormal">I looked where she was looking, in the forest.

<p class="MsoNormal">In the woods was an infant, about two years old, crawling.

<p class="MsoNormal">She was strangely calm…she said:

<p class="MsoNormal">-mommy! Mommy, I can’t get up, please help me get up.

<p class="MsoNormal">-No, Emily replied. NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE, JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

<p class="MsoNormal">What? Is Emily a mother? Why…what’s wrong, why is she scared of a two year old kid…

<p class="MsoNormal">I just started screaming. The baby was cut in half and was struggling to keep its upper body on its lower body… She spoke like an adult…I… I had to run away…but I couldn’t …

<p class="MsoNormal">-WHY ARE YOU STILL ALIVE, RAVANNA! I CUT YOU IN HALF.YOUR BODY WASN’T MOVING, STOP FOLLOWING ME!!!!!!!!!!!STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?

<p class="MsoNormal">-Mommy…the kid cried

<p class="MsoNormal">-I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING MOM.

<p class="MsoNormal">-You have to be punished mommy. She started crying blood and her voice got deeper, and deeper as she finished her sentence in a demonic voice. She started crawling to us, and out of panic, I climbed a nearby tree. I cried:

<p class="MsoNormal">-STOP IT, EMILY STOP IT! IT’S NOT FUNNY, STOP! I looked at her with widened eyes. The Emily I know is gone. In her place is a demon with skin so pale you can see every vein in it. Her eyes were blank and she was crying blood, her mouth was slightly open, her teeth were sharper than a knife and were about four inches each. And her hair tuned black. I almost fell of the tree. The infant was now laughing on the side of the road.

<p class="MsoNormal">-WHAT DID YOU DO TO EMILY! I screamed, which made her laugh harder in her deep demonic voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">-It’s okay Hannah, Emily’s demon said, standing in the middle of the street, it’s all over now.

<p class="MsoNormal">The bus came at that moment, and ran over Emily, cutting her in half. Blood splashed all over the street, and some drops came on my cheek. I couldn’t cry, I couldn’t scream and I couldn’t move. I was so scared. Kids in the bus started screaming. I have to warn them, I have to call the police I told myself, I took out my phone and dialed 911 then looked at the bus and the child was on its top. The last thing I remember was her jumping on me, on my face. I woke up shivering, in a hospital bed, with Emily’s mom right next to me.

<p class="MsoNormal">-NO, GET AWAY FROM ME! OUCH, my left index and thumb were burning; I looked at my hand and realized I DIDN’T have a left thumb and index left. I looked at Emily’s mom horrified.

<p class="MsoNormal">-PLEASE DON’T HURT ME!

<p class="MsoNormal">-No, no calm down it’s alright, she said, crying. I know what happened.

<p class="MsoNormal">-NURSE, NURSE!!! I shouted in panic, Emily’s mom put her hand over my mouth and said: -No, no stop, I just want to explain, I’m not cursed, please Hannah stop it. After a few minutes, I stopped fighting back, and she took her hand of my mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal">-What did you see?She asked. I told her everything to her from A to Z.

<p class="MsoNormal">-She wasn’t crazy after all, she said.

<p class="MsoNormal">-What, why would you call her crazy? I wish I have never asked that question. After hesitating for quite a bit, she said:

<p class="MsoNormal">-Two years ago… I lost my child, and… and when Emily was twelve she told me that she found a baby in our backyard…she kept talking about that baby, but she refused to show it to us… we never knew why, she said her name was Ravanna…She started cutting, and drugging herself, claiming that Ravanna did it…we never knew why…she claimed that the baby was evil and whenever I told her she had to go to therapy, she threatened to kill herself. She one day came back from school, normal. She claimed that she cut the baby in half and that it was all over. She told me that the baby was our unborn child, but she also claimed that the baby called her ‘‘mommy’ ’She told me that the baby was ugly and when I asked her to describe it to me she always said no, and six months after, when we were leaving  the beach, she said that she was hearing voices. I was done with her and took and appointment with a psychologist on the day she died. I don’t understand it…It’s all over the news, look! She said, pointing at the T.V:

<p class="MsoNormal">- It was the first day of school in Michigan, when the massacre happened ,and we warn you, the following contains some graphic images, the reporter said: six teenagers brutally murdered and twenty one survivors, which all claimed a possessed infant attacked them…I wasn’t even listening… I was looking at the pictures…Anna, my childhood friend lying life-less on the ground… Timothy, Charity, Clarence… all dead.

<p class="MsoNormal">I started crying... warm, thick blood...