Fiction: “My Sister’s Texts”
Gianna Giordano | On 08, Dec 2019
I am telling you this is real. I promise. I can’t go through any of that again. Let me take you back, you need to believe me.
I woke up yesterday morning, brushed my teeth, got dressed… everything normal. I got yelled at to get ready faster for school just like every morning. Going through my day everything seemed fine but my phone kept buzzing but I wasn’t getting any notifications. I ignored it which now I think I shouldn’t have. My writing teacher scheduled for me to make up my test right after last period. I took a long stroll from my last class to his room and took the test. Again… everything was normal, at least I thought so. For some reason, I guess maintenance turned off the lights in the school which sort of creeped me out. Then I heard footsteps.
Heavy footsteps, like someone had metal boots on. I saw shadows but I couldn’t tell where they came from. I stumbled as I started to dash through the dark third-floor hallway. My heart pounding, my blood rushing, my head spinning. I felt my shoelace unravel as I fell to the floor. Facedown, breath becoming heavy, I turn over and see a face. Not just any face, but her face. Her face was hovering over me, disembodies.
As a matter of fact, it was a ghost. It was the ghost of my sister, who passed because of me. I watched her get hit by that car and didn’t do anything about it. That’s it. She was haunting me.
As all of this went through my head, she grabbed me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. As I screamed in fear, I woke up. Laying in my bed, sweating and panting. I ripped my blankets off my bed and ran downstairs into the kitchen.
And there she was. My sister. Sitting at the dining room table. Reading. Sipping her coffee, just like any other Tuesday morning. I approached her slowly as my heart raced. I sat down next to her and simply said her name. “Rebekah.”
No answer. Again I tried.
Still nothing. I reached my hand out to tap her shoulder. My hand went straight through her body. Suddenly I remembered that ghost. The ghost of my sister. She turned towards me and changed. Changed into this creature. This monster. Just like the other ghost, it grabbed me. I went to scream, then everything turned black. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I picked my head up and realized I fell asleep in math class once again. I wiped the drool off my face and fixed my hair. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I assumed my it was the weird buzzing that continuously happened even though I wasn’t getting notifications.
But it was a text. From my sister. My dead sister.