Scary Moments

I never really believed in that sort of thing. You know, ghosts, witches and wizards. Kelly, my best friend, looked at me earnestly and said, "There must be something to all those stories Kerri. I mean, I know that most stories are exaggerated or half made-up, but they must be at least partly based on something real. Maybe stuff that happened hundreds or even thousands of years ago, sure, but they must be based on some sort of truth. Don't you think?" "What stories?" I stupidly asked...
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I never really believed in that sort of thing. You know, ghosts, witches and wizards. Kelly, my best friend, looked at me earnestly and said, "There must be something to all those stories Kerri. I mean, I know that most stories are exaggerated or half made-up, but they must be at least partly based on something real. Maybe stuff that happened hundreds or even thousands of years ago, sure, but they must be based on some sort of truth. Don't you think?" "What stories?" I stupidly asked with surprise. I knew she was just trying to bait me in to believing her scary stories but I couldn't help myself. You see, when I said before that I didn't believe in that sort of thing, I was only kind of half telling the truth. A little part of me has always wondered if ghosts and faeries really exist and another part of me has always wanted them to exist. But mostly, my rational brain keeps telling me it's all a load of rubbish and there's no such thing as ghosts, pixies or magic; not even a tooth fairy. It turned out, I was wrong. Very wrong! ..I cautiously called, "hello, is anyone there?" Predictably, nothing happened. Still, I called again. "Hello?" I'm not sure what I was expecting to happen, but I wasn't expecting anyone to answer, that was for sure. When I first heard the voice, I thought it was coming from me - well, where else could it have come from, I asked myself. There it was again; a girl's voice saying hello back to me. I stood there silent. Horrified. I didn't answer to start with because I didn't believe it was really there. "Are you talking to me?" I finally, cautiously asked. "Yes," the voice replied. Now I was scared. The only thing stopping me from really freaking out was that my interest meter was reading slightly higher than my scared meter-but only just! Was it a ghost, I wondered. "Who are you?" I gingerly asked. "I am Dawn," the voice answered. "Are you a ghost - can I see you?" I very nervously asked. "I'm not sure what I am," replied the voice. "You will be able to see me soon, but not yet." "Why not?" I asked. "You just can't." "Are you going to hurt me," I asked flatly; more determined than scared. "No," replied the voice. "I have to go now," she suddenly announced. "Dawn?" I called, but she didn't reply. "Dawn?" I called again. She was gone. That was the first time I was visited, or at least, the first time I know about. It took me a long, long time that night to calm down and finally get to sleep. I didn't tell anyone about Dawn because I knew they wouldn't believe me. I wasn't sure if I believed it myself, so I could have hardly blamed them. Anyway, my parents had only just let me have my TV back and I wasn't going to risk losing that again. ..Suddenly the room was plunged into darkness, lightening cracked and flashed all around the room. The sound of screams and screeches echoed all around them. It was moving. Kerri, stuck, pinned to the spot, could do nothing. The creature, in a scream of rage flew across the room toward Kerri and stopped, just millimetres from her face. It reared its head back, forcing its mouth to rip wide open. Gangs of razor sharp teeth glistened in the flashes of lightening that thundered around them. Kerri was waiting for it to strike... Scary Moments, by Sasha Coen, is a horror-thriller that leads an eleven-year-old girl and her best friend, through a terrifying ordeal. When both girls are plunged into a world of supernatural torment and trickery, they must do all they can to survive.