Some Say that She is a Ghost

Selene Freudenberg, 10
Bach Elementary

Some say that she is a ghost. Some say that she is a demon. Some say that she is an evil spirit. Some say she is immortal, but she died. But everyone knows one thing: if she is sensed, someone will vanish. Sometimes, she comes to you in your dreams. Sometimes, you just feel her icy grip on you. She is a nightmare. She is horror. She is terrible. She is around you. She is watching you at this very moment, and maybe, you might be the next one. No one knows what she does to her victims, but they never, ever return.

He was alone, He didn’t know how or why, but he was completely alone. It was all white; he couldn’t see. But he could smell. It was the smell of fear. He could hear. It was the sound of fear. He could feel. He felt fear. It was swallowing him up. It was seeping into his body. It was getting in his soul, and it was slowly feeding on him, until his soul was gone, his spirit was gone. He was nothing but a hollow body. He had been conquered by fear. Now, he was an It. It could no longer follow its own bidding. Its only goal now was to spread more fear, and to follow its master’s bidding. Its master is becoming more powerful and is growing an army. Gaining more recruits. Its master is rising. One day, she may come for you. Because she is watching you, and waiting for the right moment to strike. Her name is FEAR.