Submitted Stories

Oh my gosh I copied the wrong story :( that is the one that I had to write for a contest with my friends to see who could write the longest story (it was long on paper) and here is the real one:
Ring Ring
Ever since I was twelve, I have always had this fear of being home alone. My parents always said that it is just because I am not used to it, but I think it is something much more. I sit on the couch when mother comes into the living room. “Honey, your father and I are going out for dinner tonight. You have some spaghetti in the refrigerator. Be in bed by nine.” I nod, barely listening to what she says. They walk out the door, locking it behind them. I stay on the couch and watch a horror movie about terrifying phone calls. When the movie is over, I keep reminding myself it isn’t real. Then the phone rings. I walk over and pick it up. Blocked number. I answer it anyways, thinking my mother ran out of service and called me from somewhere else. “Hello?” “Ring ring, watch and see.” a raspy voice says. I hang up quickly, thinking it was someone prank calling me. Watch and see? See what? Just as I say that, the lights go out. The phone rings again. The same person. “Ring ring, shh! Its the good part now.” The phone cuts off. I am terrified. I stand in shock as I hear footsteps upstairs. A few minutes later, the phone rings again. “Ring ring, turn around.” I slowly turn on my heels. I see a small child, holdding something to her ear. Her face is terribly deformed, which is why her voice is so raspy. “Ring ring, hit the ground.” she says before she stabs a knife right into my heart. As everything goes black, I hear her say “Ring ring, you’re mine now.”

Here is a little story I wrote in class, sorry if it is too long:

I walk outside into the cool air. There she is. I turn my head, trying to hide from her. She doesn’t notice me. I turn around and take off running towards the school building. She is following me. “Hurry up, Jade!” Marcus calls. “You are going to be late!” I catch up to him quickly. “Marcus, she is following me. She has been for the past week.” I say quietly so she doesn’t hear. Marcus shrugs. “You know how people are. Don’t let it get to you.” One week ago, this girl moved in to the house across the street. I don’t know her name, but rumour has it that her name is Jaycee. She keeps looking through her window into mine, and only stops to write in a small notepad. She follows me everywhere. Marcus and I hurry up the steps to the old brick school house. Pine City High. We split up at the lockers. “See ya at lunch.” he says. Marcus James is my best friend. We have been best friends since pre-school. I grab my books and start first period. She sits across from me in the other aisle, the girl. Jaycee, I guess. She doesn’t have any friends, but still she has a binder full of pictures of people that are smiling, so they look like her friends from another place. She twirls a pencil with her fingers as she focuses on a math problem. I peek across the aisle to see her. She was looking at me. I quickly turn around to finish math. English and Science go by fast enough, so in the blink of an eye its lunch. I run out of the classroom to put books up. “Jade! No running!” Mr. Kaymil calls. I nod quickly and sprint to the cafeteria. Marcus sits at a table in the corner. I grab my tray and sit next to him. “She is still following me, Marcus.” I say. “Jade, I think you are overreacting. She just wants a friend.” he says, pity in his voice. “Go talk to her.” He nods over towards a table where she sits alone. I get up slowly and walk to her table. I sit down next to her. “Hi, my name is Jade. What’s yours?” Her head snaps up. “You scared me. My name is Jaycee.” she says. So they were right. Its Jaycee. “I am sorry if I scare you, by watching you.” she says. “I just want to see where you got your clothes, they are beautiful.” “Oh, thank you. I love yours, too.” I say. She is wearing a white vest over a bright red top. She smiles. We continue our conversation until lunch is over. Marcus and I have art together. “So how did it go?” he asks. “Good.” “Thats good.” I nod. School ends and we go home. Jaycee isn’t in her window. I hear my phone ding. Its a text, from Jaycee. How did she get my number? The text reads: So Jade, remember how you said you liked my clothed today? Want to have some of your own? It only comes in red.~ Jaycee. I write a reply saying that I would love some. I just don’t want them so sweaty, like yours, I say to myself. Just then I hear a scream. Its my mother. I peek outside into the hall. “Mom?” I ask. Then something falls from a string in the ceiling. My mother’s dead body. She has been skinned alive, making it look like she is wearing a red shirt. Then she has some of her skin left at the top of her head and on her arms. It is snow white. Red shirt, white jacket. Just like Jaycee. I hear someone coming up the steps. I dart back into my room. “Jade, its me. Jaycee. I got your mother some clothes, too. And I gave Marcus a red shirt so he can fit in.” she says in such an innocent tone. She jumps in front of me. “So. Red shirt, white jacket. Red shirt white jacket.” she mumbles. She grabs a knife. The last thing I hear is, “I hope you enjoy the clothes.”

BREAKING NEWS BREAKING NEWS BREAKING NEWS BREAKING NEWS
News announcer: This just in, lock all your doors and windows. There is a small girl that poses as a regular teenager. She has brown hair and black eyes. They are stained with blood. She drains the blood out of her victims bodys, making them white. Then she sins them. It gives them a red shirt and a white jacket. Nobody can touch her. One girl that escaped claimed she was a ghost. Keep all your doors locked and keep your children home from school.

I hope you liked it, I wrote it in class so it was rushed. But remember, if you meet a new girl with brown hair nd black eyes with a white jacket and a red top, you shouldn’t go to school the enxt day. Maybe Jaycee is hunting you right now :) BTW, my story is called New Clothes