Short Scary Stories

Rachaels Notebook

This is really long but it is better than the last and omg its kinda creeeeeppyyy  0.o

The day I finished my last final exam my friend Kristin and I started our drive up state. We both attended school in lower New York and had an eight hour drive ahead of us. Before beginning we decided to split the driving in half, I was to take the first part, she the second half. 

I’ve always been someone who can function well even without days of sleep, so I ended up driving the whole way. As it was, when we got there my family had yet to return from picking up my younger sister who attended school out of state. So Kristin invited me to spend the night at her house, but I told her I needed to settle my things in at home. 

In the empty house I began unpacking. With a load in the washer and a load in the dryer I called my mom to let her know I was home. When she answered she was obviously driving as I could hear my youngest sister screaming in the background. 

"Christ woman, what is going on", I asked not remembering the last time I called her mom to her face. "Rachael’s freaking out because she thinks you’re home alone. She says that it’s dangerous for you to be home if she’s not. She’s been screaming and crying for the past hour saying you’re going to get hurt." She sounded breathlessly annoyed. And to Rachael she yelled back for her to shut-up. 

"That’s actually pretty weird mom, I just got home an hour ago", I said looking around the house. My sisters and I have always been a weird bunch and if a ghost was to pop out of the wall I wouldn’t have been surprised. 

"Beth you're fine, Rachael just has this imaginary friend she thinks is evil. It’s probably just the medication acting weird or something. I’ll have her checked out after Christmas". Sensing that I was going to start an argument about having her placed on meds, she quickly added "but we’ll be home in a few hours so don’t worry", and with that she hung up. 

After everything that has happened in my life, I should have left the house the moment my mom mentioned an evil imaginary friend, but I didn’t. Since attending college for three years now, I refused to believe in unseen things, even all which happened to not only my sister, but to me. I’ve been thrown down stairs, torn through walls and locked in the basement by things I couldn’t scientifically explain. 

I stayed, finished my laundry, put everything away and sat down in the living room to watch TV. Moments later I started hearing the cats (there were five of them) all hiss at the same time. The hissing would die down a little like something was backing down from a fight, but then start right back up and grow into that full on eerie warning sound cats make. 

Thinking the cats were fighting or something I ran to the end hall where I thought they would be. I didn’t see them and instead heard a door close to my right. I turned around and walked to the bathroom (I passed it and a few other rooms which were to the left when I ran down the hall), the door doesn’t close properly so I just pushed it opened and walked in. It was empty but behind the door was the towel closet (which does close). I opened it to the sound of tiny scratching noises on the door, and out came all five cats. 

I turned the handle to see how they had all managed to close the door on their own, and realizing it was more than impossible I ran from the room. Back in the living room I turned back on the TV and sat on the couch looking out the window to see if there was a shady looking car. There wasn’t any, but only then did I realize I hadn’t turned off the TV when I went to go stop the cat fight. I hopped over the railing and bolted outside to Kristin’s. 

After telling her what happened she wanted to see. Kristin was a Bio Chem. Major with a minor in environmental science. She of all people wanted proof something paranormal was happening if science couldn’t prove it. Needless to say she was sleeping over. 

We were in my room just talking, Kristin was quite happy nothing had happened and very smug that science had won again. Then she fell of the bed and landed on her stomach with her head facing the underside my bed. She swore but pulled something out from under my bed. 

"Ew, Liz, I think you have something wet under your bed” In her hand was a composition notebook and all over her arm was a watery substance. Having slept in the very humid basement, my room was prone to flooding and condensation forming under beds, and couches and such so I replied. “It happens all the time. Sorry." 

I grabbed the notebook and looked inside. There was two different people's writing in it. One looked like my youngest sister’s handwriting and the other maybe a friend's, but I highly doubted it, because it was in the most beautiful script I had ever seen. But what was really scary was what was written down in the other's writing. 

I sat there reading my sister’s writing, realizing the school was not teaching her anything about proper grammar use and correct spelling. It was in question and answer form, Rachael seemed to ask a question, and the person in script would reply. The replies were very vulgar and had unnecessary swearing in it. 

For example, she had asked how babies were made and the reply was nothing less than an erotic and violent detailed scene of fornication. As the questions progressed the answers went from being gross, to sickening, to disturbing, to scary. I was shaking in terror by the time I reached the last question, which was a question from my sister. She had asked, "What will happen to her if I’m not back in time?" 

I stared at the book for a couple of minutes; looking back I should have taken this book thing a little seriously. I handed it to Kristin who bragged it and walked upstairs to use the bathroom. Upon walking back into my room, I found Kristin staring directly at the wall. She usually stood with grace and always remained straight in posture, but now her shoulders were hunched and her neck was craned out an inch from the wall, as though she was trying to look through it. Walking back to my bed I stopped next to her and asked her what she was doing. She replied in mummers and nonsensical gibberish. I shook her and told her to stop trying to scare me, but she only kept staring. 

I ran back upstairs, furious and got a cup of water. I ran back down to find her in the same place. I called her name, but she didn’t respond, so I threw the water on her face, which apparently was enough to remove her from whatever trance she was in. She came to screaming and swearing, demanding to know why I threw water at her, so I told her. 

She was outraged saying she had been on the bed the entire time reading that stupid book. But when I pointed out the fact that we were both standing like ten feet from my bed, Kristin looked back at the bed and swore out of fear. 

“Where is the book?” she asked. Together we walked towards my bed, but didn’t find it. We searched underneath my bed where it was first found, but it wasn’t there either. By the time we finished searching my entire room, Kristin was in tears and I ready to leave. 

Unable to take the stress anymore, Kristin left, leaving me behind. I placed everything in my room back to the way I like it before going up stairs. I walked through the house counting the cats, when I found the last one and knew they were all okay I went into the living room and sat on the couch. I tried turning on the TV, but the remote wasn’t working, so I had to turn it on manually, but still the TV wouldn’t turn on. I checked the back and found it plug in and all the wires in the right place, I tried it again all to no avail. I smacked the back of it and hoped it would work, but once again it didn’t. 

So I left the living room and made my way downstairs, almost to my bedroom, the TV came on and echoed through the entire house. The volume was up so high it would have blown the speakers if I hadn’t rushed to turn it down. The TV was switching from one station to the next. Like someone had the remote and was flipping through to find something interesting, except it was going way to fast, especially for a TV from the early 90’s. 

Scared, I shut it off, unplugged it and ran downstairs to my room. I jumped on my bed and sat facing the door, having my back against the wall made me feel a little better. Suddenly, the notebook Kristin and I were looking for smacked against the wall just outside my doorway. 

I sat frozen in fear for what seemed like hours, before I inched my way to the book and ran back to my bed. I turned to the last page where Rachael asked, "What will happen to her if I’m not back in time?" and on the reverse page in perfect script there was a reply, "Your sister will die" and I looked up towards my door to find a huge black mass coming up out of the floor and rushing towards me and at that point I blacked out. 

I awoke to a flashlight shining in my eyes, and I could hear my mother crying in the background. My body felt heavy and wet and when I came to I realized I was drenched in blood. As the paramedics rushed me to the ambulance, and my mother hopped in the car to follow us, a wave of dizziness over took and I laid my head back. Through the back window of the EMT truck, I saw my sister Rachael looking out of the window with her two hands pressed to the glass, as if trying to reach for me. I saw a tall dark figure come up behind her and place a shadowed arm on her shoulder, she turned around and looked at the being in anger and suddenly her bedroom light went off and I passed out.