My Story : Haunting of Chrystelle (Part one)

Hey guys so i know I've been slacking on the blogs lately but things have been quite eventful. a lot has changed in good ways many in bad. but i wanted to hear from my readers how you feel about the blog and about the way i write.. I was thinking about posting a short story but it seems like no one is quite interested.. so as of right now i make this utterly worthless paragraph to Present the My Short story.

(Pictures are just references to what i would like you to be picturing some what)

           Her Imagination runs wild, This can't be happening she thinks to herself.  Time Pushes past her Consuming her, As the ticking fades away into the background almost slowing down to the pounding in her ears from panic.  She Looks up to the Masked Man, His Arms tighten on her neck as he pins her to the bottom of the tub.  Barely submerged she struggled against his strength, She thought to herself what's wrong with this man.  The water began to fill the tub more slightly covering her face.  She reached out her hand and unmasked him in the last few seconds of her life.  Her eyes spread with Horror, Her scream only sending water into her lungs.  Why is this Happening to me? She thought to herself in those final moments.  The last air bubble slips away as she painful slips away.

           Hours pass and the apartment the poor girl roamed, was now surrounded by the police.  The Men and the Woman on the force claim it was suicide But Ms. Chrystelle knew there had to be more.  She walked into the apartment of what seemed to be a happy home.  Walking through her eyes stared into the bathroom, The Ghost of the Girl Staring back into her Eyes. Her hair Black wet and dripping as if she just got out the shower.  Her eyes showing terror and fright.  The Girl looked at her Body the back at Chrystelle before staring into the corner of the bathroom. Her expression alone caused chrystelle to turn around. Only to see a figure in black staring right back at her.  Reaction caused her to wipe out her firearm.  But as she looked the thing was no longer to be found.

         Gasping and jumping back she stared into the face of the girl, icy chills ran up her spine.  something wasn't right.  Confusion settled as the girl pointed straight at her, with out evening moving a muscle Chrystelle heard a scream that could wake the devil.  Goosebumps riddled her body with little to no effort as she realized it came deep from within the girl.  Her eyes pleaded the girl to save her soul but her tears told Chrystelle to run.  But dead people can't kill the living.  Can They?

        The Emt's lift her body from the water, Chyrstelle watches as the girls face is still dripped with pure horror.  Those weren't the eyes of a suicide, The Emt's cover her with a blanket, But allow the people one more look at the dead body.  Chrystelle takes a look into the bathroom, water on the floor suggesting a struggle. Turning to grab gloves, Chrystelle walks up to the bathroom trash bin to see if she found anything new or different that could help the case. Buried Deep into the trash she found the girls letter.




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