Good evening, it’s Spooky Boo Rhodes from the KSND radio waves in Sandcastle, California. Tonight I have for you two very creepy ghost stories involving little girls and women.
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Now let’s begin…
Little Sister Ayana
by Natt Tenshi
Why do I have to do this?!
Rain poured down hard upon the earth, drowning out any noise of whatever life dared to remain in the desolate woods.
A little girl, holding two bruised apples in her tiny pale hands, was running home. The shrill thin branches which sprouted from the trees, far beyond any chance of reviving, acted poorly as her only umbrella. The hard, pouring rain weighed down her pale green hair.
Her head felt heavy, and despite the freezing cold rain, which had numbed her arms and legs to the point that they had become incredibly itchy. Her face felt suffocatingly hot. But she pressed on, she had to get home.
Sure, it wasn’t much, but her home kept her safe. It had somehow managed to protect her from the many evil spirits and demons, that had threatened to kill her for the past month she had been living on her own.
She wouldn’t have even left it, if not for the fact that she had not eaten in three days, and was desperate for anything to eat. She considered herself lucky to have found those three very bruised apples, just lying on the ground by a faraway tree. She had quickly picked up, and consumed one, before grabbing the others. That was when it had begun to rain, and she realized just how dark the sky had gotten. Now running blindly through the forest in the freezing cold, wearing nothing more than a soaked thin purple nighty, and a pair of rough green socks to keep her warm. She stumbled over something which she could not make out and fell forward, dropping the apples. She let out a desperate cry as the smell of wet dirt filled her nostrils.
One of the apples which she had been holding, rolled away from her, and slowly she raised her head.
She couldn’t hear the rain anymore.
The apple came to a stop by a pair of bare feet, looking up even more revealed a tattered brown dress that belonged to a very tall, skinny woman with long, thin arms and messy brown hair. But it was what hid behind that messy brown hair which caused the child’s heart to almost stop.
Red. Pure red.
A pair of pure red eyes were staring down at her. But strangely, they didn’t look angry, or threatening. They instead looked almost…. confused?
The Red Eyed Girl switched her gaze to the apple at her feet and bent down, letting her long thin arms drape downward. When she realized that she could not reach the apple like that, she knelt on her knees and tried to pick up the bruised fruit.
Tried.
As soon as her pale-red gloved hand came close to the apple, it phased straight through it. The Red Eyed Girl tilted her head and tried to grab it again, and again. Same result each time.
The little girl on the ground locked a curious gaze on the Red Eyed Girl, as she slowly picked herself up off the ground. Swallowing, she took a shaky step towards the taller girl. Then another, and another. Before she knew it, she was directly in front of the her.
“U-umm…. E-e-excuse m-me….?”
The Red Eyed Girl tried to pick up the apple once more, before she slowly raised her head. She stared blankly into the little girl’s eyes.
She mouthed a single word, but no sound came out. It was only when she closed her mouth again that she heard it. A soft, meek echo of a voice that penetrated the powerful thundering rain.
“… Sor… ry…”
The little girls breathing hitched as the world seemed to fall silent around her once again. She looked down at the apple on the ground and noticed that the Red Eyed Girl had once again begun trying to pick it up.
Swallowing, the little girl bent down and picked the apple up from the ground. The Red Eyed girl following it with her eyes. Shaking, the little girl nervously held it out in front of her.
“H-h-here…Here you g-go…”
The little girl anxiously waited for any kind of response, as seconds seemed like hours. But before she knew it, the Red Eyed Girl held out her hand, and tried to push the little girls offering hand back. Then her mouth opened, closed, and she heard her speak.
“…No…You..rs…K..eep.”
The little girl looked at the apple, before looking back at the taller girl.
“A-are y-y-you sure?”
She asked in a shaky, unsteady voice. The Red Eyed Girl pointed a gloved finger to herself.
“Ca…n’t…Eat…”
The little girl held the apple to her chest and smiled a small smile.
“T-t-thank you.”
She whispered.
The Red Eyed Girls facial expression did not change as she stood back up. For a moment, she only stared down at the little girl, as if trying to think of something that had been long since forgotten.
“sm…. al..l”
With another tilt of her head, she outstretched her hand, and let it hover high above the child’s head.
“Smal…l.”
The little girl felt a little smile creep its way across her face. The child giggled and she pointed a pale finger at the other.
“T-t-tall!”
The Red Eyed Girl thought for a moment, before she shook her head and pointed to herself.
“N…No…An…nya…Anya…Name…Anya.”
Anya, so that was her name. The little girl pointed to herself. She opened her mouth, wanting to also tell Anya her name. But as soon as she tried to speak, she found herself opening her mouth wider as she took in several deep breaths. Before she knew it, she had let out a loud sneeze, then another. Anya seemed taken back by the child’s sneezing. Her red eyes widening.
“S-sneeze…. Si…ck?… Sick!… Fo…llow ple…ase!”
Anya turned around and begun to quickly walk away from the child. The little girl’s eyes widened as she ran after Anya, following her deeper into the woods, past more and more decaying trees. However, before she knew it, she had begun to recognize where she was, and they had arrived to the end of the woods, where no trees remained, and there was only a long cliff and a barely stable, almost destroyed, but very spacious cardboard box, that had been the child’s safe-haven for the past month.
Tears and holes littered the walls of the box. An old ragged brown cloth stapled to the top of the box acted as a make shift roof. Duct tape had been used to anchor the ‘house’ down, and a poorly made wooden ladder lay flat on the ground, knocked down by the harsh wind that had accompanied the rain. The little girl, although suprised about the fact that her home was even still standing, knew that at this point it would not last long.
Running past Anya, the child headed towards her home, fighting agents the harsh wind and furious rain.
Just as she had gotten close to her self-made home, the child heard a piercing scream. Quickly turning around revealed Anya. She was by her side, but she was curled up in a ball. Her gloved hands clutching her chest, clutching the place where her heart would be.
The child’s eyes widened. She didn’t think Anya would follow her. She thought Anya would have known not to follow her! All the time, she would see evil spirits and demons behave like Anya was whenever they would follow her and get too close to her home.
She didn’t know why this was, but she had always been grateful for it. This time was an exception however. Anya had not tried to attack her. Anya had even helped her get home, and now she was suffering. She was in pain. The little girl dropped down next to Anya. She dropped the apple once more, and tried to shake Anya’s shoulders. But her hands phased straight through her. Tears fell from her eyes.
“Anya! Please! W-w-wait over there for me!” She pointed to the part of the woods that they had just exited. “P-p-pl-lease Anya!”
Anya however, did not listen. She instead rolled over onto her stomach and pointed to something inside the child’s home. She attempted to crawl forward.
“S…sick….ca…n’t…. Sis is…. sick…. warm… blan…ket…”
‘Blanket.’
Imminently the child sprang up off her feet and ran inside. She quickly grabbed the now soaked grey blanket that she kept tucked away in the corner of her home, and ran. Begging for Anya to follow her.
Slowly Anya got up and followed her towards the woods. First crawling, then as they got further away, she stood up and begun walking, then running. Seeing this made the child incredibly happy. Her new friend, she was going to be okay. When they were back in the woods, the child collapsed by a nearby tree trunk and wrapped the soaked blanket around her shoulders.
She was exhausted. Her eyelids weighed down heavily, she just couldn’t keep them from closing. In an attempt to stay awake for a little while longer, the child blinked slowly. It was then that she realized that Anya was sitting in front of her, staring at her with those big, red, child-like eyes.
“Tired…. You… Slee…p…”
Anya then attempted to put her hand on the child’s forehead, as the little girl closed her tired eyes. It was strange, but the younger girl thought she could feel something soft rest agents her head. Something like wool. As she drifted off into sleep she subconsciously wondered if Anya’s gloves were made of wool, or some other material. She wondered if they were just as soft.
…
She was being carried.
That was the first thing she noticed when her eyes opened. Anya was carrying her. That was the second thing she noticed.
“A-Anya? …. Where are we going?”
She asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Anya held the small child close as she walked.
“That pla… ce…. not good…had t… o… not…stay….”
Half asleep, and fading in and out of consciousness, the child nodded her head as she closed her eyes once more.
While sleep crept its way towards her, images of her father and mother flashed through her mind. She missed them so. Her mother stern but caring, wearing the finest of dresses, her dark green hair done up in the prettiest of ways. Her father, handsome and kind, in the finest of suits, his silver cross necklace hanging down from his neck.
The child smiled. She had always loved that cross necklace. Her father had even engraved her name into it, Ayana. His Little Princess.
It was a shame that she had left it back at her self-made home. She almost considered asking Anya to stop here. If her home was still standing and in one piece, she did not want to go too far from it. She wanted to be close to the last thing she had left of her father. But as she fell deep once more into her dreams, as she thought about reuniting with her beloved silver cross, she felt a sharp pain somewhere deep in her heart.
Suddenly, going back for her prized possession didn’t seem like such a good idea.
“Good….night….Lit…tle sis…ter…”
The Hag Watches You
by Rectrixadam
“Hurry up, Suzy!” came the unmistakable whine of my older sister`s voice. “The party starts at 9:00 and if I’m late I may never get a chance to ask Michael out!”
There was one thing you needed to know about my sister. She adored Michael Mitchells. He was one of the most popular people in our school (I was in grade seven and my older sister, Patricia, was in grade nine) and she would take almost every opportunity to impress him, no matter how outlandish. Of course, I was used to the quirky nature of Patricia, though it tended to get on my nerves from time to time. Nonetheless, I was really excited about the big party that a girl called Angela Rogers was holding at a private institution to celebrate her fifteenth birthday. Seeing as my sister was her best friend, she was naturally invited, and Angela had said that I was welcome to tag along if I felt like it. Naturally, I jumped at the offer, seeing as I had never been to a party with kids that were older than me, and I was interested to get some hints at how to communicate with others, and possibly throw my own 15th birthday party when I eventually got to ninth grade.
We left through the back gate and began our hike to the entertaining facility three blocks down. And all the while we were walking, my sister continually reminded me ‘Don’t say anything stupid in front of Michael’ or ‘Keep your ears open and your mouth shut’ and other things that I was already aware of. Aside from that, I wanted to see if I could perhaps befriend some of these senior students as I didn’t have a surplus of friends in my current grade. Of course, there was the odd girl, such as Lucy or maybe Ella. Despite the fact that they were not very popular, they had similar interests to me and I enjoyed chatting with them. Unfortunately, I was nearing the stage of my life where someone to talk to was not enough. I needed people that would lift me up the social totem pole, and despite having a mini entourage of followers, my sister had a similar craving.
As we began to near the facility, which was dimly lit by a small light before a grand park entrance, I sighted a small, frail woman staring at me from across the street, lighted eerily by a street light even dimmer than the one near the facility. Her smile was so terrifying, tiny crackles of fear were sent down my spine. I began to tell my sister but at that moment, Angela opened the door.
“Hey Patricia!” she said in a friendly yet cool voice.
“Sup Ange?” replied my sister in that voice she always uses to sound cool. I rolled my eyes inconspicuously and we both entered. But to my surprise, no one had brought any presents.
“How come no one has brought a present?” I asked.
“Little sister,” began Patricia in that belittling tone of hers, “a teen birthday party doesn’t have presents and party games and all that wimpy stuff for kids. Teen parties are casual. And everyone is expected to party hard, so if you tell me that you’re tired halfway through you’ll regret it!”
Of course, this didn’t scare me. My sister was always blatantly threatening me with her bluffs. But it didn’t matter. I had made sure to take a short nap before the party so that wouldn’t be an issue. The party didn’t have much food, and there were no adults around, so I kind of followed my sister around as she was the only familiar face around, and aborted my idea of making friends with these girls as I felt slightly intimidated by them. But I did enjoy myself. The music was good and while Patricia was talking to Michael I recited my long rehearsed lines putting my older sister under a golden light and halo, while Patricia acted as though the compliments were unexpected. Sometimes, I just really hated my sister. Then everyone gathered around for ‘scary stories’. I was hardly intimidated by these, as they were all stories that I had already heard in my own social circle. But it wasn’t until Angela spoke that my heart began to beat more rapidly.
“On my way here tonight,” she began, “I saw this super creepy old lady standing under a street light. Her smile was like, super creepy and as we passed her she stared straight at me. It was like, super creepy.”
I opened my mouth ready to say ‘I saw that woman on my way here too!’, but Patricia wouldn’t have it. She stomped on my small foot with her heavy high heel and bruised it quite badly. She seemed proud of her success to keep me from talking, but her face dropped when she realised Michael had seen what she had done. She smiled her embarrassed smile and continued to listen to Angela’s story. But by now she began talking about the other cheesy stories that the other girls had spoken of, which instantly lost my attention. All I could think about now was that creepy hag under the street light before we came in. Who was she? Why was she hanging around here? What was with that creepy smile? These were the questions that haunted me all throughout the rest of the party, which lasted until 1:30 in the morning (it was Saturday night, mind you).
While the other girls were being picked up by their parents Patricia and I began our walk back down to our house.
“You really embarrassed me in there you little birdbrain!” she snapped.
“How?” I protested. “I made you look like a saint in front of Michael, I barely spoke to anyone and didn’t embarrass you all night. How dare you be angry at me!”
Patricia didn’t respond. She just continued to walk silently with the usual angry glare she got in her eyes when she was sour about something. Suddenly, she stopped. She was staring at something not far in the distance. When I turned to look at what it was, I nearly fainted. It was the same old hag that I had seen before the party, as well as Angela.
Patricia began to back away.
“Is that th-th-the…thing you mentioned at the party?” she asked nervously.
“Y-y-yes,” I managed to stammer back. We both shared the habit of stuttering when we were scared. All at once, the hag let out a blood-curdling scream and began to chase us. From the depth of her tacky old cloak, she pulled out a small dagger that was more reflective than a mirror. She continued her maniacal cackle and we began running back in the direction we came from. We had the good fortune to run into Angela, who seemed to have failed to hitch a ride from her parents. When she saw what we were running from, she began running with us.
“That’s the woman I saw before!” she exclaimed in a frantic panic.
“I know!” I responded breathlessly.
We continued to run relentlessly, knocking down trash cans, letter boxes and anything that stood in our way. When I turned around and saw the hag that was following us, she didn`t seem to be running on two feet. She seemed to be…levitating…
Eventually, we ended up backed into a small alleyway, and all three of us stared in horror as the hag continued to etch towards us.
“W-w-what do you want?” I managed to stammer.
The hag just giggled.
“The hag watches you…” she giggled.
She raised her dagger, ready to strike, Angela, Patricia and I all closed our eyes, awaiting the inevitability of our demise. But to our surprise, nothing happened. When we opened our eyes, the hag had vanished. We all exchanged worried stares, and began to hurry out of the alley way, half expecting to come face-to-face with the hag once more. But we didn’t. Luckily, at that moment, Angela’s dad turned up in his Mercedes Benz, his high beams almost blinding us. We all got in and told him of our encounter with the hag. When we had told him what she had said to us, he said:
“‘The hag watches you?’ A woman who died in this town about five years ago uttered those very words before she died. She had been put in a nursing home and the staff treated her really badly. They referred to her as a ‘hag’ very often, and with her last breath she told them she was always watching…”
For a moment, he looked as terrified and wide eyed as we were, but quickly resumed his calm, confident look.
“But you girls are just putting me on. I’m more up-to-date with the scary stories you girls exchange than you think.”
Once again we all stared at each other with hopeless expressions on our faces. Angela’s dad dropped us off at our house and we both hurried inside. We didn’t even bother to tell our parents. We both got ready for bed, but Patricia called me into her room unexpectedly.
“Look,” she told me, “I have no idea what happened tonight. But from now on, we watch every step we take. We never roam around on our own and we make sure there is an adult with us everywhere we go.”
I noticed my sister had lost her usual confident look she usually had, which made me feel even more unsettled. Anyway, I went to bed despite my fear and had terrible nightmares. It was just me and the hag. She was chasing me and taunting ‘the hag watches you! The hag watches you! The hag watches you!’ I woke up screaming several times and despite my parent’s questioning of what was wrong, I didn’t even bother to tell them. It would be of no use.
The next day, my father knocked on my door. He tossed an envelope on my bed.
“This one’s for you, Suzy. It’s addressed to Patricia as well but why don’t you read it?” he said.
With that, he closed the door. I quickly called Patricia in, and we both anxiously opened the letter. There was just a stained yellow piece of paper, and in blood the words were written:
‘The hag watches you’
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