Bing,bing!

The bell rings to go to my next—and thankfully final—class… English. I hate that class. It’s so boring and I don’t even learn that much! We just read a book—but not the whole thing!—and say what it says. So boring!! Thankfully I have my phone so I can just text my friends to hang out later.

Me: what yall doing

Joshua: this bs class

Demy: shiting

Me: y did i even ask that :/ haha

Cammie: can’t wait to leaveeeeee

Me: i was wondering if yall wanna hang out in the spot after school

Demy: YESSSSSSS

Joshua: ofc!!!!

Cammie: yeah!

Me: okey!! Cool see u!!

As I finish my last text I feel a looming presence behind me.

“Emilia! Give me your phone!” Mr. Collin says with his always annoyed voice.

I look him in the eyes as I hand him my phone. I glare him down as he walks back to his desk, his chair squeaking as he sat down.

I zone out While he blabs about some vocab that literally every not-dumb person would know. But I had to do CP because I’m not super smart and gifted, but I’m also not a dumbass.

Bing, bing.

Finally! I jump up from my chair and walk all the way to our spot.

Our spot is a secluded area in the woods near my house that is the perfect hangout spot. There are a couple of big rocks that are practically made to sit on, relatively flat clear ground, like it was cleared just for us. We do all sorts of things that could maybe be seen as… irresponsible… but we never do it alone so it’s fine!

Joshua and Demy got to our spot before me. Cammie usually takes a while since she has actual extracurriculars that she attends, as an honors, and varsity captain she's the whole Shabang. It’s still a mystery to me how she got into our misfit group of pot heads.

While we waited for her, Joshua and Demy started rolling blunts and I lit a cigarette. We all sat in bliss while we waited, occasionally sparking some conversation when we feel like it.

“Hey! Guys! Where are you? I’m lost!” We heard a voice in the distance. How did Cammie get lost? We’ve been coming to this spot since freshman year. We know every root on the forest floor, every birch tree, the ground has even shown our foot steps over the years. But… it does sound just like her.

“We’re over here! C’mon, how did you lose the spot!?” Joshua yells back.

I punch him in the arm. “What the fuck are you doing?! They could be a murderer!” I whispered sharply. He’s never been the brightest one in the group so I’m not surprised he yelled back without a second thought.

We all look up in anticipation for a hatchet welding masked murderer.

But… nothing. We heard foot steps, we heard Cammie’s voice. How????? I pull out my phone to look at the time. It’s 2:40. Her practice ends at 3:20. She’s not here...

It was a ghost.

“We… should leave.” I softly say as I pick up all my things. Snuffing my cigarette on the rock before leaving.

Josh and Dem follow without any questions.

This has happened many times before. They try to lure us toward the voice of someone we know, mimicking them like a perfect copy. Never, ever believe them. They will posses you like a parasite and reign hell upon your life.