"Hey there friend," A girl whispers one stormy, cold late winter night while she's sitting in her bed. She grins when she feels the familiar shiver of cold creep up her legs. "Yes, I'm talking to you. Do you want to hear a scary story? It's very, VERY scary, I have to warn you. You might DIE of fright!" She giggles dryly before beginning her tale.
"Once upon a time, on a cold stormy night, when the rain was pouring and the thunder was so loud no one would EVER hear you SCREAM, a girl was sitting on her bed. She was smiling and talking to what would have looked like herself, but she wasn't alone. There was a entity, a spirit in the room with her, and she'd known this 'ghost' for a long, long time. Ever since it had followed her home from her second grade field trip to the towns oldest graveyard, actually." By now the cold shiver had turned into a freezing shake, and the girl's smile had grown twice it's size. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a black leather bound book with no print on the cover.
She ran her fingers across the cover as she continued her story. "The girl was quite sick of the ghost, who'd knock on her walls and moan and scream all through the night. Her parents could never hear this so when she'd tell them they wouldn't believe her. The poor girl suffered for years, hardly ever getting any sleep and always feeling like she was being watched. It got so bad until she couldn't deal with it anymore. Something had to give." She almost choked on her laughter, which was beginning to sound more sinister by the second, as she opened the book, in which had what looked like ancient latin hand writing.
The air shifted and the girl giggled more. She could almost taste the fear in the air.
"After a while she reasoned that someone had to go. It was either it or her. Considering the fact that her life was shitty already, she decided she would end her life. It would be simple, quick and easy. All she had to do was take one too many sleeping pills with a few sips of her mothers brandy, right? Well it turned out that her parents weren't ready to lose their baby girl. She was committed to an insane asylum for being out of her fucking mind when she cried to her mother that a ghost was driving her to suicide." The light sing-song voice that was the voice of the girl starting becoming softer and sharp, deadly.
"So she spent a year in lock up on suicide watch. Wouldn't have been so bad if the spirit hadn't had followed her there too. The scratching, moaning and screaming made the girl want to rip her hair from her bloody scalp. She wanted to take two pens and impale her ears with them, literally." She was now chanting in a low voice a demonic sounding incantation between sentences. The entity felt itself being drawn to the book, to those evil pages. It wondered what was this teen doing to it.
"Now what do you think she figured she was going to do when she was finally set free?" She paused before clapping and smiling,"Yes! That's right! She was going to get rid of that vile being once and for all! So guess what she did?" Another pause. "Right again! She went to her local voodoo priestess and obtained The Book Of The Dead. Why? So she could send that wretch to HELL! " With that a blaze of red hot light flooded the room and the ghost felt itself being sucked down into the pages, until the room felt light and empty. Sighing the girl snapped the book closed. "Well technically she didn't send it to hell, she only trapped it inside the book, never to be free again. But I guess you could call being confined to the pages of a book hell." She smiled and put the book back into her bag. "Scary, right?"