April.23.2000.
The day my friend was murdered by his father. The police ruled it captured him and sentenced to life in prison. I was 15 years old then.
I’m Alexis Brighton. I’m 16 years old, and I think Andrea is is back to help me get rid of the new vengeful spirit in my new house .
It all started two weeks ago when we moved into a old, moldy, house. It wasn’t a pleasant view to look at. Suddenly I hear my mom running through the door:
“Alexis! Can you help me grab some boxes into the house and then get some pizza?”
“Ok I’ll come down in a minute! I want to go upstairs and explore.” I yelled as I went up the stairs to my new bedroom.
Wow, my room is huge.” and it was. It had a huge walk-in closet and a desk with a HUGE antique …show more content…
We know what happened last year tore you apart-
->“Mom. Can you stop mentioning what happened last year. I’d like to put that in the past.” I said and sat down at the table to enjoy a slice of pizza.
->Andrea Warren died last year. It was hard on all of us. Especially on me because I would spend all my weekends with her until she passed. She was like my sister, and understood me. She would take me to different places to explore,and we did every project together. I was there when it happened. I went to her house that day. It was a quiet Saturday. I went over to Andrea’s house all excited because I found a great French restaurant to try. I went through the door and I saw her face pale. Pale as snow. The last words she said to me was:
->“Leave this house. Don’t turn around. Just keep running. I love you.”
I ran out as fast as I can home. When I got home, I saw my mom’s horrible expression. Andrea’s mother called to inform us that Andrea died from being bludgeoned to death and found her dad holding the axe. I was devastated, I fell down to the ground crying and crying. I didn't go to school for a week. My parents decided to move to Seattle so we can put this behind us.
“Alexis, please. At least try and make some new …show more content…
Not just a random face. But my dead friend Andrea’s face. I couldn't even scream or move for a few seconds.
“An-Andrea? I-is that you?” My voice all shaky.
”Yes, this is Andrea. Your best friend for years. I've come back to warn you about something.”
”About what? How you suddenly appeared after a year?
”No, I've come to talk to you about the person who owned the necklace, Megan.”
”What do you want me to know about her? I don't even know her. All I want to know is how you came back.
”I need you to know that the person who owned the fox necklace was murdered in this house and is seeking out revenge on whoever is living in this house. The only way to put her to rest is by solving the murder yourself. Her full name is Megan Stanley. She was brutally murdered here and the only thing evidence they had was a lighter, but the creepiest part is, she looks exactly like you.
“Exactly like me? IMPOSSIBLE. How can a girl look exactly like-”
“Because she was your twin sister.”
My ears started ringing. I have a twin.. Sister? How can this be true? How can my parents not tell me about this? How come no one ever speaks about her? How come she doesn’t have the same last name?
“I...I have a twin?” I spoke while trying to not have a panic
The day my friend was murdered by his father. The police ruled it captured him and sentenced to life in prison. I was 15 years old then.
I’m Alexis Brighton. I’m 16 years old, and I think Andrea is is back to help me get rid of the new vengeful spirit in my new house .
It all started two weeks ago when we moved into a old, moldy, house. It wasn’t a pleasant view to look at. Suddenly I hear my mom running through the door:
“Alexis! Can you help me grab some boxes into the house and then get some pizza?”
“Ok I’ll come down in a minute! I want to go upstairs and explore.” I yelled as I went up the stairs to my new bedroom.
Wow, my room is huge.” and it was. It had a huge walk-in closet and a desk with a HUGE antique …show more content…
We know what happened last year tore you apart-
->“Mom. Can you stop mentioning what happened last year. I’d like to put that in the past.” I said and sat down at the table to enjoy a slice of pizza.
->Andrea Warren died last year. It was hard on all of us. Especially on me because I would spend all my weekends with her until she passed. She was like my sister, and understood me. She would take me to different places to explore,and we did every project together. I was there when it happened. I went to her house that day. It was a quiet Saturday. I went over to Andrea’s house all excited because I found a great French restaurant to try. I went through the door and I saw her face pale. Pale as snow. The last words she said to me was:
->“Leave this house. Don’t turn around. Just keep running. I love you.”
I ran out as fast as I can home. When I got home, I saw my mom’s horrible expression. Andrea’s mother called to inform us that Andrea died from being bludgeoned to death and found her dad holding the axe. I was devastated, I fell down to the ground crying and crying. I didn't go to school for a week. My parents decided to move to Seattle so we can put this behind us.
“Alexis, please. At least try and make some new …show more content…
Not just a random face. But my dead friend Andrea’s face. I couldn't even scream or move for a few seconds.
“An-Andrea? I-is that you?” My voice all shaky.
”Yes, this is Andrea. Your best friend for years. I've come back to warn you about something.”
”About what? How you suddenly appeared after a year?
”No, I've come to talk to you about the person who owned the necklace, Megan.”
”What do you want me to know about her? I don't even know her. All I want to know is how you came back.
”I need you to know that the person who owned the fox necklace was murdered in this house and is seeking out revenge on whoever is living in this house. The only way to put her to rest is by solving the murder yourself. Her full name is Megan Stanley. She was brutally murdered here and the only thing evidence they had was a lighter, but the creepiest part is, she looks exactly like you.
“Exactly like me? IMPOSSIBLE. How can a girl look exactly like-”
“Because she was your twin sister.”
My ears started ringing. I have a twin.. Sister? How can this be true? How can my parents not tell me about this? How come no one ever speaks about her? How come she doesn’t have the same last name?
“I...I have a twin?” I spoke while trying to not have a panic