Monster I saw her again only three days after I’d killed her. Her funeral was the next month; her family had needed the extra time to prepare her things for the burial and inheritance. She’d had a nice vault somewhere, but half of the money went into her siblings’ schooling funds. That was something that everybody had approved of, despite them all not getting a single cent of the fortune that I received half of. Everybody around me had mourned the loss of the innocent, hardworking girl that had been so good and promising. My own opinion of her is and was not the nice sweet little girl that she had been thought to be, though. She was a monster. That brat was a horrible, horrible monster. What other way would she had been able to come back? …show more content…
When I woke up again, it was dark, my friend was gone, and she was at the foot of my bed, mangled and peering at me with those sorrowful eyes. Sorrowful eyes that quickly sharpened into anger. I barely had the time to leap out of the way before she launched herself at me, screaming and wildly trying to stab me with a kitchen knife, which I hadn't noticed before. “Why!? Why did you kill me Al, I thought we were friends!” She wailed, the sound bone-chilling in the middle of the night, and tried to stab me again before I fainted. Daytime was not better. She followed me, and it was worse because I knew that she was there. Silently padding to me, only to whisper maliciously into my ear, or just in my general direction. Mangled and bloody and clutching her knife protectively to her chest, tears running down her cheeks to mix in with the blood. Every night and day followed in this pattern, and I found myself thinking that it would be better to just off myself than face this. On the day of her funeral, though, she didn't appear in the morning. She didn't appear to me in the afternoon. I didn't have to check my room to see if she was hiding with her knife under the bed. I thought that maybe she had finally moved on, what with it having been her funeral. I was wrong. She’s not gone at