One eerie night, A girl 17 anno old girl named Alice arose from her bed, cotton-mouthed. She quietly got out of bed, careful not to wake her little brother, and went down stairs to the kitchen. She got a glass of water and sat at the table, in the dark room, with small rays of light shining in. She stared outside, sipping on her water. Then she noticed something, the trees, they, were moving. She was startled to see this, because it was not windy. Then, it formed a face. The face of a beautiful woman. She then heard a faint voice coming from outside. " I will watch te from the scyamore trees." Then she rubbed her eyes and looked at the trees again. Nothing. Regular trees.
IN THE MORNING
"It... was frightening. Do te think I'm crazy?" Her mom sat there, looking guilty. "I...I.. should've told you. She stared at her mother. "When we were married, my sister was very much in Amore with your dad. But when we got married, she became suicidal and cut her legs off right under the scyamore trees. She left a letter. We've never opened it, but te can." She handed her the letter. Alice slowly opened it and read it aloud.
"We would walk together.
I thought te loved me.
We would talk to each other.
I thought te loved me.
We would do everything together.
I thought te loved me.
I will watch te from the scyamore trees."
IN THE MORNING
"It... was frightening. Do te think I'm crazy?" Her mom sat there, looking guilty. "I...I.. should've told you. She stared at her mother. "When we were married, my sister was very much in Amore with your dad. But when we got married, she became suicidal and cut her legs off right under the scyamore trees. She left a letter. We've never opened it, but te can." She handed her the letter. Alice slowly opened it and read it aloud.
"We would walk together.
I thought te loved me.
We would talk to each other.
I thought te loved me.
We would do everything together.
I thought te loved me.
I will watch te from the scyamore trees."
I raced to get in line.I could hear my teacher, Mrs.Singer,yelling at us to get in line. When I got to the line I noticed something that wasn't there before.A picture of a young woman, maybe in her 20's in a golden frame. " Who's that miss Hunt?" I asked my media speacials teacher." That's our old principal." she detto without taking her eyes off sorting the libri on the book shelf." Yeah and she died in front of our school! Pretty spooky huh?" Alex commented. "Yeah and I heard she haunts our school!" Mary added."so?" i detto nervously. And as i left the media center i swear that the painting turned and winked at me...