The Ghost Upstairs

This story is By Rebecca200613 please **Do Not** edit without permission. Thank you!

Author’s note: This is told in a first person point of view which is me telling the story. By the way, none of this is really. I was just bored and made this one night. Lol.

## Story

It was a rainy Friday night and I was doing my school work that I missed for three weeks. I was out because I was busy with my family and friends. It was like a vacation kinda. Anyways I had a huge pile of paper that I needed to do before Monday and I was annoyed about the work. When I went to my room and my clothes, books, and all my papers were all over my floor in a neat and clean way though. They weren’t thrown everywhere, they looked more placed than thrown. I groaned and picked up my things and put them all away.

“Why is it all over and who did it,” I asked myself as I picked up some more.

I threw my blankets and pillows onto my bed as I laid down on them for a good ten minutes. I looked at my clock and it was 4:00 and I needed to do my homework so I got up and started my easier work. I did my Spanish and Math homework in five hours. I heard my mom coming upstairs and she knocked on my door and came in.

“Honey it’s 9 pm. I want you to go to bed,”she said, peeking her head around the door.

“Okay, I will when I’m done with the paper I am doing right now,” I said, turning my head to her.

“Alright, good night sweetheart,” she said, closing the door.

I turned back to my desk and continued on the page I was doing. I finished it in five minutes and I put it on the stack of papers that were done and ready to hand in. I walked over to my bed and fixed my sheets and covers. I climbed into bed and turned off my lamp. I just laid there for a little bite and I drifted off to sleep. Later that night I woke up and I looked at my clock and it was 3:00am. I laid my head back down and I heard footsteps coming near my door. I sat up and I thought my mom was coming to check on me or something.

“Mom,”I said, as the footsteps got louder and suddenly stopped. “Mom.”

I threw my covers to my right side and went to the door to open it. I started to get cold chills and I shivered as I walked to the door. I was two feet away from the door when I heard someone going down the stairs. They weren’t quiet at all, they were super loud as they sounded like they were running down. I opened the door and looked downstairs and nobody was there.

“Maybe it was just my imagination,”I said, to myself as I closed the door and climbed back  into my bed. I laid there for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep again. I woke up when something pulled my hair so I jerked up. I saw a black mass over me and I thought it was just the light in my room or my eyes playing tricks on me. I rubbed my eyes and looked up again and it was gone.

“Where did it go,”I asked myself looking around my room in the dark.

I got out of bed again and went downstairs to look around to see if someone was there. I went into the hallway and nobody was there. Then I went to the Living room and nobody was there either. I went to all the rooms downstairs and nobody was there. I’m now starting to think I may have been dreaming. I shrugged my shoulders and went to turn around when I saw a transparent figure looking at me. It looked like a little girl with long dark brown hair that went past her waist. The dress she wore was long and went down to her knees and it was pure white.Her eyes were hard to tell what color they were but after a while they looked brown to me. She just looked at me and it looked like she was trying to read my soul or something. She just stood there right in front of me. Her mouth was moving like she was trying to say something to me. Maybe it’s important for me to know or maybe she wants to scare me. I turned around for a quick second because I heard a sound behind me. When I turned back around she was gone. Where did she go? She shook my head and I couldn’t believe what I saw.

“Have I lost it,”I asked myself, as I worked my way to my room. I went up the stairs and I skipped one with every step I took. I was trying to be quiet but there were loud creaking noises coming from the stairs. But the time I got back to my room and settled in was 4:00 in the morning. I wanted to just get up but I was super tired and kept yawning so I laid my head down on my pillow and went to sleep with the thought of the ghost I think I saw.

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I walked around my room in a small circle in front of my bed. All I was thinking about was the ghost girl I saw downstairs. When I picked my head up I saw the girl and she saw me. I wonder how long she was standing there for and what she wanted from me.

“Hello,”I said, looking her in the eyes.

She said nothing to me. She picked up some of my books and laid them on the floor like they were when I got home. I watched her put them on the floor and when she ran out of books she picked up some papers instead. She also laid them down like she did with the books. When she was done she looked at me then back at the floor. I didn’t realize this but the books and papers made a message and when I saw it first I saw a mess. I looked again at her then back to the floor. She made the book and papers spell “Help me”.

“You need my help,”I asked, in confusion.

She nodded her head.

“What do I do?”

She handed me a paper with something on it and then she was gone. She wanted my help with something and then she gave me a piece of paper. Where is this going? I looked at the paper and it said…

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I woke up when I heard my alarm going off since I set it at 8:00 in the morning. I got up out of my bed and there was a piece of paper on my floor next to where I was standing in my dream. I picked it up and it said “I need ur help can u help me?” I looked around and my books and papers were all over the floor. She was really here and she really set this up. I could still see her standing there looking at me with a poker face. I read the “Help me” on my floor as I held the paper in my hand. What do I need to do to help me? I don’t even know this girl or anything about her. Maybe if I get to know her I could help her. I walked down the stairs and went to the living room to get on my Chromebook. I want to google the history of my house to see if someone has died here. I started to google but there was a website that was blocked and only the government could see it.

“Ugh,”I yelled, as I threw my head back. “Come on!”

While I looked at my screen this thing just popped into my head. I started to type away. My mom could see the green screen in my eyes as I tried to hack the website. There were green words and codes all over my screen. I almost got in and I could smell the victory as I kept on going. I got in and I was so excited not only because I made it in but now I can help her. I also get to know more about the history of my house.

“Yes~ I did it,”I shouted with excitement, as I pushed my chair on it’s two back legs.

“What are you so excited about,”my mom asked.

“I…finally beat my game,” I said, with a hesitation.

“Good job honey.”

“Thanks!”

I started to look around and the website, there was so much information on my house. I was looking for the owner of my house to see if there was a little girl that lived here. I looked and there was a father named Isaac and he had a little girl named Chloe. The girl in the picture looked like the ghost girl I saw. This must be Chloe but why is she still here? I looked up to my mom as she sat in her chair and she was reading her book. It looked like a good book. It’s called “50 Shades” and it looked like an interesting book to me but she might not let me read it. I looked at her for a few minutes and then took my chromebook up to my room since I have a plan for tonight. I put the chromebook on my desk and printed a picture of Chloe so I can talk to this ghost girl to see if it’s her. I played shellshocker for the rest of the day and I won with 5,3442 kills. That beats my record of 4,356 kills. I died one time in the beginning since it was a new world for me to play. I love it when I beat my own record it means you improved. It was dinner time so I wanted to help set the table.

“Do you want me to set the table,”I asked.

“Sure,”my mom said.

I went to set the table. I put plates, forks,spoons, and cups all in their places. I only set two spots since there is only me and my mom. I jumped over my chair and I had a great idea that I wanted to try. I looked to see where my  mom was and she was standing in front of the stove. I ran over to my chair and jumped over it again and went to the stairs. I jumped onto the stairs and went to my room. I stood at the top of the stairs and there were dark presents around me. I looked around and I saw nobody around me. I turned around and looked down the stairs and…

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I opened my eyes and I saw a white roof above my head. Looking around and all I could hear were people and a beeping sound from next to me. I saw a woman dressed in dark blue scrubs and she had brown hair that went past her shoulders. She had a clipboard and a stethoscope around her neck. She looked at me and I looked at her.

“Hello, there! I’m Katie,”she said, as she looked at the clipboard.

“Hello? What am I doing here,”I asked, looking around the room.

“You fell down the stairs and broke your arm,”she said, looking me in the eyes.

“I did? I don’t remember falling,”I said, trying to wrap my head around this.

“Yes, your mother heard a sound coming from the stairs. She saw you laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs and got worried about you.”

“I’m I…”

“You’re alright. No other injuries and you seem to be fine.”

“When can I go home?”

“Of course you may. Just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Okay,” I said, throwing my sheets to the right side of my body and got out of bed. I walked outside and I saw my mom.

“Hey, sweetheart. You good,” my mom asked.

“Yep, and the nurse said I can go home! Can we go?”

“Sure, do you want to get some dinner on the way home?”

“Sure!”

I ran to the car and hopped into the car into the passenger seat. I waited a little while and my mom came inside and sat in the driver seat. She started  the car and we were off. I looked around while we were driving out the window. I saw a little girl in her yard, a man getting the mail, and a lot of kids on the streets playing. I looked at my mom as she was driving.

“Mom, I wanted to tell you that I didn’t do anything dumb up stairs,”I said, looking at her face.

“ I don’t believe you. You jump on and off of all kinds of things,”she said.

“I do not.”

“I saw you jump over the chair when you were at the table.”

“You did?”

“Well, you did it twice on the way over the first time then a second time before going upstairs.”

“Oops! You caught me red handed.”

“That I did.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Not from me…I think we learned your lesson.”

“Don’t stand at the top of the stairs?”

“That’s one but not the one I was thinking of.”

“Don’t turn around at the top of the stairs?”

“Not that one…keep trying.”

“Don’t run up the stairs?”

“Keep going.”

“Don’t be a kid and do dumb things on the stairs?”

“That’s not even close to what I was trying to get at.”

“Can you tell me then?”

“I was trying to get you to say…don’t jump over chairs, stairs, and not to be foolish on the stairs.”

“Oh, yea. Those too.”

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We just got back home and I sat at the table. I looked up and I got cold chills as I sat there.

“Mom, are you cold?”

“No, why?”

“Nothing, I was just asking.”

I looked at my cast and wondered what happened and how I fell. It has my right hand so I couldn’t write or draw anything. I was now bored and wanted to do something. My mom looked at me as I tried to draw with my right hand.

“ Honey, I know you want to draw but I think you should take a break.”

I dropped my pencil and I said, “ I’m bored and I want to do something.” I let my body slide down my chair as my mom just looked at me.

“I know you are but if you want it to get better you need to rest it.”

“Okay,” I said, as I sat back up in my chair.

I just wanted to go back upstairs and find that dam ghost that did this to me. I hated that ghost to the point where I would go find it and try to kill it. My mom watched me as I got up with a concerned look on her face. I bet she was going to follow me to my room.

“I’m going to bed,” I said, as I walked away from the table.

“Okay, honey,” my mom said, as she watched me walk up the stairs.

I walked like a normal person up until I got to the top. I ran right into my room so I didn’t fall down the stairs again and break something else. I shut my door and locked it so nobody or nothing could get inside my room. I sat down at the foot of my bed as I looked nervously at my door. I saw nothing and I laid back onto my bed as my eyes grew heavy. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep and it was 6:00pm. My bedtime isn’t until 8:00pm but I was super tired and ready for bed anyways. I was asleep until 3:00am when I heard my name being called.

“Avyanna…Avyanna…Avyanna,” someone chanted my name.

“Hello,” I said, as I accidentally hit my leg with my cast. “Oo~! That hurts!” I rubbed my leg as my name was called again.

“Avyanna…Avyanna…” a voice said.

“Where are you!? Come out,”I barked.

I looked to my right and there was a tall transparent figure standing next to me. I screamed and tried to open the door but I couldn’t open it. I pulled on the knob as the figure started talking to me. It looked as tall as me by three feet, short black hair, and it was a man.

“Avyanna…this isn’t your place…this is my house…I want you to get out!”The figure screamed at me while I tried to get out but I could get a good grip on my door knob.

“Mom! Mom! Come here! I need you,” I yelled, hoping she heard me and would come running.

“Get out of my house,” the figure yelled, at the same time my mom opened my door.

“What is it sweetheart? I’m here,” she said, holding me close to her.

“I…I had a bad dream and I thought I was all alone and you were gone,” I said, making up a nightmare to tell her.

“Aww….I’m sorry sweetie. I’m right here,” She said, still holding me but I could feel her moving my hair out of my face.

“Can I sleep in your room,” I asked, looking up to her with a sad expression on my face.

“Of course you can,” my mother said, taking me to her room.

I slept right up next to her with my eyes covered.

***(Five Years Later)***

I’m now 15 years old. I still remember that man in my room. Being five years older than you were, you forget something from when you were younger. I remember sleeping in my mother’s bed when I told her I had a nightmare. I’ve been scared to go in my room until I turned 14 since I got sick of having me in her bed. I still have to go to bed so I’ve been sleeping in my bed. I laid down in my bed tonight. I was reading a book as I had my lamp next to me. It was a good book to me and I was enjoying myself. While I was reading it I heard something in my closet.

“What the heck,” I said, putting my book down on my bed.

I walked over to my closet confused and a little scared. I was accepting someone to jump out at me. I thought maybe one of my friends that my mother let in to talk to me. There was one thing that was off to me, I didn’t see anyone when I opened it. If someone were inside I would have seen someone by now but I didn’t.

“Is someone there,” I asked, looking into my closet.

I saw something moving inside but when I moved the clothes there was nobody inside.

“Very funny. Come out right now,” I said, getting a cold gust of wind coming from my closet. “Huh?”

When I turned around my phone was going off. It was playing some music from Youtube.

“Hey sorry but you just in my way. I promise only I can feel your pain. And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit. Does that make me insane?”

I walked over to my phone and turned off the music since I didn’t even know this song. When I did there was more noise from my closet.

“Come out right now or I’m calling the cops,” I yelled, walking to the open closet door.

Once I got inside my closet and looked around…the door shut on me! I had no way out as I pounded on the door but it didn’t open until I felt a cold present.The next thing I knew the door opened and I was no longer alive. I laid there motionless with not a word or a sound. There was a ghost that stood over me and it went inside me. My mother came inside my room and cried as she held me in her hands.