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and what you said was extremely cliché.” Emily hated being lectured by her friend. “And ghosts and spirits are only good to read in stories,” Emily said to lighten the situation. “Let’s store these away and get a bite to eat. We can ask the dean tomorrow about the books and donate them to the library,” Emily said.
“I’m not hungry,” Grace said with a loud exhalation. “I’ll be off for the night.” She was visibly upset and lost all her patience for Emily’s moody behavior. She grabbed her purse from the nightstand and left the room without looking back.
Emily never meant to be rude to her friend and she hated herself for treating Grace that way. She had been nothing but supportive since this new semester started. There was more to Emily’s moody disposition than she was letting on. What she failed to tell Grace was that although she boldly claimed her disbelief in spirits, she was starting to have her doubts. At times, she felt the presence of Mrs. Hampton’s ghost, and that was who also appeared in her nightmares. Emily didn’t tell her friend how her dreams ended, that she was running towards the library through an endless corridor only for the door to be opened by Mrs. Hampton. Her deathly pale face shone bright against the thundering lights of her dream world and the skeletal hands of the deceased reached for her. She heard sounds of a grave being dug and grass being cut, and a cold stare from Mrs. Hampton looking to devour her. The feeling was unsettling and Emily purposefully avoided explaining this part. Reliving the past made her vulnerable and upset. She had become fiercely independent and didn’t want to appear weak to anyone, not even her best friend.
The sight of the pile of books in the corner of the room intimidated Emily and made her nauseous. With any luck, the library would take them off her hands. She lost her appetite and stored the food away for later. She decided to retire for the night because she had an early class schedule in the morning. Yet Emily couldn’t sleep a wink that night. She tossed and turned with the events of the day fully occupying her mind. She felt that the nightmares would return the moment she closed her eyes and that made her stare blankly up toward the ceiling.
Her bedside clock showed twelve a.m. and Emily didn’t say a word as Grace tip-toed back inside the room. The dark-haired girl launched her body onto the bed and was asleep almost immediately. For Emily, it seemed like she was frozen in an eternal purgatory where time no longer existed. She felt that the universe was playing a rude game with her, at times moving slowly and at times draining quickly like so much hourglass sand. She turned to her side and closed her eyes, and could hear her friend’s heavy breathing from across the room. At times like these, she envied Grace, who was sleeping peacefully as if without a care in the world. Emily could feel her own heartbeats, and was sensitive to every little sound in the room. Even a slight flutter of the curtain made her uneasy, and for the first time in many years, she was afraid.
Her mind and body finally gave in to sleep, but it wasn’t easy to escape the twisted dreams. Emily had the same nightmare, running toward the library door with all her classmates jeering and tormenting her along the way. She bolted out of the dream but managed to suppress her cries. She was exhausted and sat upright in the bed. A purplish blue light filtered in from the window and Emily just figured it was the early hours of the morning. She switched on the lights, but unlike the other nights, her friend was not there to comfort her. Emily turned her head to find that her friend was missing from her bed.
“Grace! Grace!” she called toward the kitchen area, but received no reply.
She tied her blonde hair back in a ponytail and decided to check for herself. Emily walked out of the room and to her utter astonishment found her friend reading one of the books from
“I’m not hungry,” Grace said with a loud exhalation. “I’ll be off for the night.” She was visibly upset and lost all her patience for Emily’s moody behavior. She grabbed her purse from the nightstand and left the room without looking back.
Emily never meant to be rude to her friend and she hated herself for treating Grace that way. She had been nothing but supportive since this new semester started. There was more to Emily’s moody disposition than she was letting on. What she failed to tell Grace was that although she boldly claimed her disbelief in spirits, she was starting to have her doubts. At times, she felt the presence of Mrs. Hampton’s ghost, and that was who also appeared in her nightmares. Emily didn’t tell her friend how her dreams ended, that she was running towards the library through an endless corridor only for the door to be opened by Mrs. Hampton. Her deathly pale face shone bright against the thundering lights of her dream world and the skeletal hands of the deceased reached for her. She heard sounds of a grave being dug and grass being cut, and a cold stare from Mrs. Hampton looking to devour her. The feeling was unsettling and Emily purposefully avoided explaining this part. Reliving the past made her vulnerable and upset. She had become fiercely independent and didn’t want to appear weak to anyone, not even her best friend.
The sight of the pile of books in the corner of the room intimidated Emily and made her nauseous. With any luck, the library would take them off her hands. She lost her appetite and stored the food away for later. She decided to retire for the night because she had an early class schedule in the morning. Yet Emily couldn’t sleep a wink that night. She tossed and turned with the events of the day fully occupying her mind. She felt that the nightmares would return the moment she closed her eyes and that made her stare blankly up toward the ceiling.
Her bedside clock showed twelve a.m. and Emily didn’t say a word as Grace tip-toed back inside the room. The dark-haired girl launched her body onto the bed and was asleep almost immediately. For Emily, it seemed like she was frozen in an eternal purgatory where time no longer existed. She felt that the universe was playing a rude game with her, at times moving slowly and at times draining quickly like so much hourglass sand. She turned to her side and closed her eyes, and could hear her friend’s heavy breathing from across the room. At times like these, she envied Grace, who was sleeping peacefully as if without a care in the world. Emily could feel her own heartbeats, and was sensitive to every little sound in the room. Even a slight flutter of the curtain made her uneasy, and for the first time in many years, she was afraid.
Her mind and body finally gave in to sleep, but it wasn’t easy to escape the twisted dreams. Emily had the same nightmare, running toward the library door with all her classmates jeering and tormenting her along the way. She bolted out of the dream but managed to suppress her cries. She was exhausted and sat upright in the bed. A purplish blue light filtered in from the window and Emily just figured it was the early hours of the morning. She switched on the lights, but unlike the other nights, her friend was not there to comfort her. Emily turned her head to find that her friend was missing from her bed.
“Grace! Grace!” she called toward the kitchen area, but received no reply.
She tied her blonde hair back in a ponytail and decided to check for herself. Emily walked out of the room and to her utter astonishment found her friend reading one of the books from
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