The White Fox (Story)

We had just finished moving to my new house. Dad said for me to go pick a room for myself. I walked around the house and found a room on the second floor. It was a big room with white walls. Two windows were on the left wall of the room and one window on the wall on the opposite side of the room. There was a desk nailed to the floor. Dad said that if I wanted that room then the desk would be mine. I looked through the desk's drawers. I found one with a false bottom. Inside the secret compartment of the drawer were a notebook and some art.

I looked through the notebook and saw that it was a diary of a girl that lived in this room before. I was a curious girl so I started to open the notebook. Before I had opened it I heard a whisper in my ear. "Don't" I looked around but no one was there. Feeling creeped out, I put the notebook down and looked at some of the art. Whoever had lived here before me was a great artist.

There was an art of a girl with pale white skin and yellow eyes being held by a boy in a black hoodie bridal style. The girl looked like she had fox ears. There was another drawing of a white fox. The fox had yellow eyes too. I looked through the other works and decided to hang them up in my room. My dad walked in to check on me and saw the art.

"Those are some nice drawings. Did you draw those?"

"No. I found them in a drawer of this desk. I was about to ask you if I can hang them up on the wall." I said.

"Sure, I'll go get something to hang them up with."

"Tape will be fine."

"Ok, be right back."

My father left the room and went downstairs. I looked out the window towards the forest. I saw a pale white girl with white hair and yellow eyes. I then looked back at the drawing of the girl and the boy. She was the very same girl in the picture. I looked back towards the window and she was gone.

"I must be seeing things," I said, reassuring myself.

Dad brought the tape and I taped the back of the artwork to my walls. I always had a thing for art and books.

"I'm going to start fixing dinner. I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Okay dad," I said as dad had left the room. I looked in the drawers again and found some books. I put them on a nearby shelf. I decided to look out the window. I couldn't get that girl out of my head. When I looked out again, there she was. She was watching me and motioned me to come to her. I told my dad that I was going out for a minute.

When I went outside towards where she was, she had already gone. In the distance, I saw a fox. The fox had white fur and yellow eyes. When it saw me, it ran. I followed the fox into the woods. The fox ran behind a tree. When I caught up, the fox had disappeared.

"Hello." A voice said.

I turned around and saw the pale girl.

"Hi. Why were you looking at me through the window?"

"I live there." The girl said.

"You do? I heard that a man had moved away from that house. His daughter died there I think."

"No." The girl said silently.

"Who are you?" I asked politely

"My name is Vixen, Vixen Dossera." She replied back.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Rachel Smith."

"Tell me Rachel, why are you here?"

"This is where I live now. As I said, the man moved away because his daughter died there."

Vixen looked confused. "I've been living here for 6 years. I don't know if what you say is true."

"Where are your parents?" I asked her.

"I never knew my mother. My dad left me here." She said sadly.

"I'm sorry. Hey, why not live with us?"

"Okay!" Vixen's face lit up.

"I'll go back and ask my dad if that's ok!" I ran back to the house and went back inside.

During dinner, I told my dad what happened outside.

"What's the girl's name?" He asked me.

"Vixen Dossera." My dad went pale.

"Um, Rachel, don't you think you're too old for imaginary friends?" He said.

"Dad, she is a real person I saw her-"

"Vixen Dossera is the daughter of the man that moved away from here. She has been dead over a year now."

I was shocked. "What? Then how did I see her?"

"I don't know but I wouldn't bring this up anymore and for your sake, don't be involved in imaginary friends anymore. You're 17 Rachel."

"I know my age dad. But I know what I saw." The rest of dinner was quiet.

I went back to my room and found Vixen looking at the pictures hung up on my wall.

"Wha- How did you get in here?" I shouted.

"I have my ways," Vixen said.

"Are you a spirit?"

Vixen turned around and laughed at that. "What makes you say that?"

"My dad said you were dead."

"Would a dead girl be able to do this?" Vixen brushed my skin with her hand. She was stone cold.

"N-No," I said as Vixen turned back towards the art.

"I see you like my art," Vixen said.

"Those are yours?" I asked.

"Yep."

"Hey, what's this one about?" I pointed to the picture of her and the boy with the hoodie. Vixen looks at the picture and touched the boy in the picture. Tears fell from her eyes.

"That's Jonathan Evans. He was the only one who treated me different". Vixen said. "Read the diary, it will tell you everything." Vixen walked out of the room.

"Hey wai-" She was already gone.

I read the diary and understood why Vixen cried.

As time went on, I started to notice that Vixen was being more hostile towards me. I started to wonder if I had done something wrong.

The next evening I went outside, into the woods. I went to where Vixen and I had first seen each other. In the distance, I saw a small, open area. In the open area of the forest stood a boy in a black hoodie carrying white flowers. He was standing in front of a grave. Beside the grave was a white fox.

"Hey!" I called out to him. He turned around startled.

"Who are you!" He shouted.

"My name's Rachel. What are you doing here?" I walked towards him

The boy calmed down. "I'm Jonathan Evans. I'm here to pay my respects".

I looked at the grave and went pale at what it said.

"Vixen Dossera 1999 - 2017"

I felt a feeling of unease. "I... I need to go."

"Hey wait!" He grabbed my shoulder. The fox walked towards me and brushed against Jonathan's leg. The fox licked my hand.

"She likes you." I got a feeling of dread.

"S-She?" I said, shaking.

"Yes. She is. My. Little. Vixen!"

The fox bit my leg hard. I shook it off. The fox hit the ground. Not thinking about it, I ran and ran and ran. As soon as I saw my house in the distance, I slowed down and looked at my leg. It was bleeding bad. I turned around and saw Jonathan behind me, he was horrifying. His eyes and mouth were bleeding, forming a smile. His eyes were glowing in the darkness that surrounded him. One eye white, the other red. I limped inside the house.

"Dad! Dad help me!" I limped into the living room.

My dad ran downstairs and into the room. He saw the bite on my leg. He ran and got bandages to cover my leg. Dad stayed with me to make sure I didn't pass out. We both then heard knocking at our door. I begged my dad not to go. I saw the door open and there stood a fox with blood covering its mouth.

"DAD! THAT'S HER!"

But it was too late. The fox vanished in an instant and Vixen appeared were the fox stood, blood covering her mouth. She was fast, shoving her hand like a claw into my dad's chest and out his back. I tried to run but couldn't. The bandages preventing me from getting far. I saw Vixen walk towards me.

"Why are you doing this!" I was now crying out of loss and horror.

I stumbled backward and fell. Vixen caught me. I tried to get away but she was too strong.

"Hush." She said.

"You're a monster! You're a frea-" She shushed me.

"Shh. You know Rachel, it was nice of you to try to take me in. But now I have a request of you."

I was crying hard. "Let me go!"

Vixen covered my mouth with her hand.

Vixen ripped my shirt and put her other hand onto my chest. I could feel her stone-cold hand on my skin. Her eyes glowing yellow. I could feel my pulse. I started to feel cold. I could feel my soul breaking apart like it was being eaten. I was still crying. She took her hand off my mouth and put her hand around me, holding me like a mother trying to comfort her child. There I was, my soul, being feasted upon while she held me. She stared into my eyes. The longer she had her hand on my chest, the colder I became. I tried to struggle but it was no use.

"I just want you to come LIVE with me."

My body went limp and I saw nothing.

NEWS HEADLINES: FIFTH "WHITE FOX" DEATH

"A father and daughter were found dead this afternoon in their own home. The father has been identified as Ben Smith and the daughter as Rachel Smith. Ben appears to have been stabbed to death and Rachel seems to have died from heart failure. She was found with her shirt torn in the front. On her chest appears to be the pawprint of a fox.

Story by HeroCrafter1987 (aka l1lHerobrinel1l)

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