Friday 13th

by Sarah
(Tasmania, Australia)

It was Friday the 13th of February 2009 when I first heard the woman speak. She used to just walk around the house, but never spoke.

I was sitting in the lounge room when I saw her again. I was never scared of her, she had never done anything more than watch me. But when she watched me I always got this awful feeling of dread, as if something bad could happen at any moment.

I was watching T.V and I felt her standing behind me. I just kept looking at the T.V., because I knew that if I looked at her, I would most likely scream.

"You will die, young one."

I froze up when I heard this, I didn't want to turn around, but my body turned of it's own accord. I was terrified by what I saw. She was different from all the other times that I had seen her, this time her hair was longer, and even darker so that it was pitch black. She was wearing the same white dress, but this time it was spotted with red.

"You will die for what you have done." She said again, and that was when I noticed her face, it was beautiful, but somehow scarier than anything else I had seen.

I can't remember what I did next, but I know that I ran, I'm pretty sure I just ran onto the street and stayed outside my house until my mum got home.

We moved out shortly after this, mum didn't believe me, but we still moved because of the fact that every time I closed my eyes, I would see that horribly beautiful face.

After about a week in the new house, I looked up a bit of info on the old house and all of the previous tenants. I found out that this ghost was of someone who was killed by her husband, because he thought that she was cheating on him.

It turns out that every Friday 13th, she turns up like that and tries to kill whomever is in the house at the time.

I don't know if she's still there, or what she's doing, but I know that I am never going back there again.

You may not believe me, and that's fine, but I just want to say, that no matter what happens, there will always be a ghost somewhere near you...