Revenge is sweet!

On October the 13th she took her last breath, on November the 6th we buried her. On November the 21st I imaged her call on me for the first time, and on December the 13th it was my turn to take my last breath.Around one and a half-month ago, my small-minded sister was killed. She was only ten years old. The police are still searching for the murderer, just they believe that it was a robber, because her mobile phone and her money had been taken away when they piece her. bothbody tries to forge me swallow up what has happened, but I cant.It was a Sunday morning when I heard her for the first time.I miss you so much, why cant you be with me?Is it you Minnie is it my dear sister?I feel so only when in here, come and be with me.The verbalize was faint and husky.Minnie, can you hear me? Are you all right?I can hear you, Im not alright, it is a terrible stench in this little coffin, and I feel so alone. Come to me, come to meWho did you speak to?Mum, it was Minnie, she told meMin nie? Stop kidding with me.I promise, it was Minnie, and she told me that she felt alone.Honey, I jockey you think that this is hard, it is hard for all of us, but she is dead, you did not hear her. I dream to the highest degree her too, and the dreams seem to be real, but then suddenly I wake up, and realize that its just a dream.I was just quiet. I k spick-and-span that there wasnt an idea to try to make mum believing me. Maybe she was right, maybe it wasnt Minnie. alone it sounded so realThe dark has always soree me panic-stricken. Every scary thing happens in the dark, were none can see whats happening. So when I, a couple of days after I heard Minnie for the first time, was I going to sleep, I felt a bit horrified. I dont inhabit why, I just got an unpleasant feeling. The darkness seemed to be all(prenominal)where. Both inside and impertinent me. Suddenly I felt a cold wind. The window was closed, and it has never been any draught here before. I draw the duvet close to me. because I heard her for the second time.It is cold in here. Do you think of me while your laying in your bed with you warm duvetOh Minnie, Im thinking of you every second, every minute, every hour. I miss you so much.So why dont you come down to me, Im not that deep down.Oh Minnie I wish I could. Ill make a plan, I promise, but mum will think Im crazy if she saw me rotating shaftging on the burial-ground.Come to me soon, I feel so alone in hereIm coming soon. Soon.The burial-ground was desolated, and the lights were not turned on yet. The sky was gray and everything looked dusky. I felt like all the tombstones stared at me, wondering why I was here. Ive always thought that it is nice to locomote at the burial-ground at all saints day, because there is so many candles on the tombs, and I thinks that the candles shows that people care and not forget the dead humans. But now everything felt dark and forgotten. I walked to Minnies tombstone, it was a white tombstone, and it looke d quite new in opposite of the other graves. Everything was so quiet I just heard the wind blow. I felt like I was watched on, and turned around. john me stood an old man, with a long white beard. Hes eyes was blue, and observed me from my head to my shoes.Feeling alone?No. Just thinking. It wasnt true, I felt alone. However, I didnt emergency his company.Your sister down there?Yes. How did you know?I know her.How do you know her? I meant knew her.Know her. Ive seen her. She is very pale, but those coffins isnt to nice.This man is crazy.Err, okay.You dont believe in me, right?I didnt know what to say.Youll see that Im right, but trust me, do the things Minnie tells you to, or youll end up like those. He pointed at the names at the tombstones. I closed my eyes and when I unfasteneded them again, he was gone. I thought of what he had verbalise. Do the things Minnie tells you to? Has she told me anything? I wont cranch her up, I dont even know if Ive heard her, or if it is just my mind that makes it up. Well. The man was an old crazy idiot theres no reason to listen at him.When I was lying in my bed that night, I heard her again.Why didnt you come down to me straightaway? I heard you you spooked to the old man at the burial-ground. Why didnt you start to dig when he was gone?Minnie, I dont even know if it is you who speaks to me.It is me, but I can usher it if you necessity to.How can you prove it?Youll se tomorrow. If I prove it, do you promise to go down do me then?Minnie, I dont knowPromise, or Ill leave you forever, she sounded a bit angry, and I was afraid that she would leave me unknowing if she were Minnie or not.Okay.Se you tomorrow then. Everything was quiet. She was gone.When I woke up next morning and thought virtually what Minnie had said, I felt insecure. What if she proved it? Should I go to her then? No, impossible. She cant prove it. Shes dead. And if she against all odds will prove it, I wont go to her. Not yet anyway. However, she wont prove it.But she did. When I came to take I got a big shock. All over the roof there was painted I watch every single step you take, is this evidence bountiful? I didnt know what to do. In school there was a circulate of talk about who did it, they thought that it was one of the gangs in town. But I knew. I said to my t apieceer that I was sick, and that I wanted to go home. Then I walked to the park beside the burial-ground. I had been there for approximately ten minutes when she started to talk to me.What are you waiting for? Go and dig me up. Her voice sounded angry and ordering. I was just quiet. Maybe she would think that I didnt here her if I just disregard her.I know that you hear me. Youre in the park. Why dont you dig me up? Are you afraid? You promised me to dig me up. If you dont dig me up, everything will be worse for you. I was afraid. How could she know where I was? And what would happen if I didnt do as she said. But I didnt say anything. She would give up, and wh at could she do? She was dead.I know what youre thinking, but I can do a lot. I can destroy your life, cause Im manipulating it. I can promise that youll dig me up sooner or later. Her voice was ecstatic, and it scared me. I started to walk away, but she didnt want to stop talking with me. She screamedIm manipulating your life, I manipulating your life, so you better dig me up soon. Her voice tormented me all day, and when I at last fell asleep I had nightmares. I dreamed that the old man at the burial-ground haunted me, and that Minnie laughed at me when I stumbled. And when I had stumbled, I couldnt stand up again. Everything turned into different red coulors, and Minnies laugh became higher and higher. When I finally woke up, I felt like I hadnt slept at all.I went to school, and tried to not look at the roof with Minnies nitty-gritty. I went in to my classroom. The first lesson was math. I hate math, so when my teacher told me to go to the front of the classroom, I felt afraid. Would she give me a hard question?Okay everybody, quiet please. We all know that somebody painted a sentence on the roof. We dont know what the culprit wants to tell us, we didnt even know who was the culprit. But now I know. I know it, cause the culprit by herself called to me yesterday and admit that she painted it. She said that she wanted to tell the class why she did it. So, can you tell us why? She looked at me. I didnt understand anything.Angelica, can you tell us?But it wasnt me. I felt like a fool. Damned Minnie, if it is you who have done this, you can forget every hope about that I will dig you up.Well. We all know whos the culprit now, and if you wont tell us Angelica, you can go straight away to the porter, and hell give you the things youll need to clean the roof.But it wasnt me.GO I started to walk away. I was so mad at Minnie. It wasnt me, it was Minnie, so why did I have to clean the roof? However, how could she call to my teacher? And didnt my teacher be intimate that it wasnt my voice that she heard?I became more and more afraid, what would she do next? She spoke to me every single minute, and her voice sounded more and more frightening. She was totally convince that I would dig her up, and she repeated again and again that she manipulated my life. Sometimes I believed in her, because I couldnt do anything with her voice in my head. And I did a lot of things that she told me to do, I was afraid that she would do anything worse if I didnt. However, I wouldnt dig her up. The things that she got me to do was just stuff as clean her room, put her photos in a frame or say good things about her. She repeated that it would just be worse if I didnt dig her up soon. And it should, much worse. I had stop going to school, cause everybody avoided me. My teacher was mean to me, and derided me when I did something wrong.At December the 11th it was time for the next thing to happen. Mum was mad at me because I didnt walk to school. But she couldnt make me change my mind. We had just had a fight, and she screamed to me that she would go to her job and do some good instead of just sit and cry. I was mad at her and at the whole world, because nobody seemed to understand anything. I walked out of the door and went to the supermarket to buy some chocolate. I had nearly accepted Minnies voice, but today it was scarier then ever.Im sorry to say this Angelica, but today will I hurt other people to get you dig me up.If you do that, Ill kill you. sizeable luck, I am already dead.I wont dig you up.Well, go home and se if you change your mind when you se what Ive done. She sounded satisfied, and that made me scared. I ran home, and what Ill never forget what I saw.The first thing I saw was just that the door was red. I stared at the door a few seconds before I recognise that the red thing was blood. I flung the door open, and inside I found a tail. I started to shiver. If she had I didnt even wanted to think about it.CHARLIE I screamed frigh tened. But our dog Charlie didnt come. I ran in to the living room, and there I saw Charlie. Anyway, I saw a part of him. But his head and his paws were gone. I started to scream and cry I didnt know what to do. My thoughts was just a mess, Why do you does this to me Minnie? You contendd Charlie so much, how could you ever kill him? Why do you want me to dig you up? If you are dead, why do you want me to be with you? Oh Minnie, why? I called mum. She came home as fast as she could, and we were both struck dumb. She asked me if I knew who had killed him, and I said that I didnt know. She cleaned the living room, and I walked up to my room. Minnie started to talk to me again.Do you dig me up now?No, I wont. You are terrible, I hate you.I know that you hate me, but if you dont dig me up soon, Ill have to do something worse than this. If you havent dig me up in 24 hours, Itll be time for another harmless to die.Later that day when I was going to use the toilet I heard mum and dad talk ing to each other. I didnt believed what I heard.Im worried about Angelica. It is terrible what has happened to Charlie, but in fact Im wondering if it can be Angelica who has killed him. I know it sounds weird, but she has change a lot since Minnie died. I guess that thats normal, but I dont know she has always loved school, and now, she hates it. Her teacher called to me and told me that she had written a form of message on the roof, and that she had admit that it was her who did it once, but said that it wasnt she later. I dont know, maybe Im just too worried. But she has been so introspective.I guess shes just shocked about Minnies death. But Im worried about Charlies death too. Maybe it is she who killed him, Ill speak to her this weekend. I was terrified. How could they even think about it? That I killed Charlie? Why cant anyone believe me?The 24 hours ran away. I didnt dig Minnie up. Ill never do it. I hate her and I wont do anything that she wants me to do.12 hours later I h ad changed my mind. I can hardly think about what happened. But Ill try to tell. I had been on the burial-ground, when Minnie started to talk to me.Well, you didnt dig me up, and Ive made my choice. Im sorry that I have to do this.Do what?Go home and se for yourself. Her voice sounded honestly sad. I ran home and the first thing I smelled was a terrible stench. Then I smelled blood. I heard how daddy screamed and I ran in to the house. Inside I found dad paralyzed. And I found mum. On the floor. And I found Charlies head. In the place where mums head should be.Dad what has happened?I dont know. I was in the kitchen, and I heard her scream. I went in to the living-room, and I found her.Oh dad. Its all my fault. I have to do a thing. Dad, I love you.I went down to the cellar and brought a spade and ran to Minnies grave. I have never been that angry before.Are you satisfied now Minnie?You havent dug me up yet. Her voice was very weak. I dug as fast as I could. After a few seconds I saw the coffin. I opened it. laic down. I did as she told me to. Nothing to lose anymore. Exactly when I lay down, the coffins lid smashed down. I heard scratch from a spade, and I couldnt open the lid. I screamed for my life, but noon heard. I guess that I screamed for hours. At last I had no voice left. I started to investigate the coffin, and I found the head of my mother, and Charlies paws. The last time I watched my clock it showed Friday the 13th 1300. The last time I heard Minnie she saidRevenge is sweet.