Here's a little horror story I made. It's not that scary, nothing that'll give you nightmares.
The rain pounded the windows as I twisted and turned in bed. The sound was almost deafening, the rumbles of thunder and the cracks of lightning. There was no way I could fall asleep with all that noise. I was staying in a cozy little farmhouse, but at this moment, it wasn't very welcoming. Unable to bear the noise, I clambered out of bed and peered out the window dolefully. There was another flash of lightning, and that's when I saw her. Greasy black tresses streamed down her back, giving the impression that it was wet. Her eyes were lifeless and grey, outlined thickly in black. Mascara dripped down her pale cheeks and she was dressed in a ghostly nightgown.
I couldn't help but shriek.
My friend ran to my room immediately. An expression of both bewilderment and terror was etched on her face, since she was wondering what the reason for the scream was. I pointed at the window frantically. "There! Look!" She looked out the window and sighed, "What? I don't see anything."
I looked outside. She was right, the strange girl had disappeared. "But... but... there... she... she was standing right here! I swear! She... there... it was a girl!" I stammered. My friend rolled her eyes. "You're just sleepy. Let's both go get some sleep. She turned around to leave when another scream escaped my lips. My friend swivelled around just in time to see the mysterious girl.
"Probably just some old beggar woman trying to scare us. It's pathetic. I'm going back to bed. " She scowled, and left the room. I shook my head and climbed back into bed, shivering.
I woke up the next day to the sound of a rooster crowing. I blinked and looked around. I expected my friend to be awake, since she was a morning person, but I could here no sounds. I got out out of bed and padded out of the room. I found my way to the living room and stopped abruptly. My friend lay on the ground in a pool of blood, eyes wide open with fear. I lowered my ear to her, and realised that she wasn't breathing. She was dead. I looked around, my throat dry with panic and saw a message scrawled on the wooden floor in blood; She insulted the wrong person. She had to pay.
So that's it! Do you think you could continue the story? Write about who the mystery killer is, the girl at the window? Write what happens next in the story?
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