I don't know what compelled this young girl to torment me so.
At the moment, I was sitting at the foot of my bed, and she was standing in front of me. Her hair was attractively arranged, and she wore a plain dress with a thickwhite lacy frock underneath. If I had to guess, she looked about sixteen, and she wore a bonnet. She obviously hadn't kept up with the times. Every night for the past three weeks, she had visited me. My mother thought I was crazy, and had already sent me to a psychiatrist for biweekly sessions. they didn't help; I was convinced this girl was a spirit. She looked happy, like she was unaware of the trouble she was causing.
"why are you doing this to me?!" I asked her hysterically. For the first time, though, she spoke to me.
"I'm sorry," she said in a slight English accent, and her face had a twang of guilt to it. "I just needed someone to talk to." I stopped dead cold. I didn't know she could talk... "I don't understand...." I wailed. "why me? what did I do?" she sat on the edge of my bed. "I didn't chose you, Samuel Grinz." Okay. So the spirit knew my name. "My name is Mary, and I need your help. please, follow me." I did as I was told; anything to get rid of this girl. She led me down out of teh house and over to teh cellar, which was only accessible rom the outside. "whoa!" I said, trying to grab her arm, forgetting her lack of a corporeal form. "we can't go down there. the contractor said it was unstable." she shook her head. "I'll potect you," she said with a smile. I knocked off the lock after a few swings with the shovel. I'm not very strong at all. I placed my foot on the first step- seemed safe enough. With a roll of my eyes, I followed the ghastly silver girl down to the stone floor. "over there-" she said, pointing to a mound of dirt where the large stone tiles had been removed. "over tehre what?' I asked. "that's where what I need is laying," she said. I slumped my shoulders and walked over to the mound of dirt. Years of solitude had caked it hard as a solid oak door. "are yo userious?" I asked. "you want to get rid of me, don't you?" hshe retorted, somewhat defensive. I hung my head in defeat and picked up the shovel again, straining my back with every motion. My messy hair was matted against my forehead just above my box-framed glasses. About eight inches down, she instructed me to stop, and I did. I saw a small copper box, and I picked it up and opened it, revealign the skeleton of a cat. "jeez!" I said, droping the box and taking a few steps backwards. "artemis? it's dinnertime," she said-the girl was talkign to a dead cat. To my amazement, a silvery substance rose out of the cat's body, taking the form of what I assume the feline had looked like in life. It licked her cheek, and she laughed. "thank you, samuel," she said, curtsying politely. "I've been looking for Artemis for two hundred years. the cat sort of bowed to me, lowering it's head and extending it's front legs. She gave me a kiss on the forehead, and receded up teh steps, "artemis" at her heels. I touched the place where the spirit had kissed me, and sigh. My first kiss from a girl ever- and it wasn't even real.
(what do you guys think?)
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