The Haunting will Begin
First of all, thisis a true story and if you don't believe me it's your own fault.
I was on the other line with my friend, Trisha we had a goodconversation going on and life was good. I called her the nextday thinking about plans for the weekend, and someone picked up,this was was Trisha's day home alone and it wasn't her on theother line. I asked for Trisha and all I heard was a snicker andthen they hung up. I called back, it was the anwsering maching,by now I was freaked out, i heard on the anwsering machine notthe usual message but instead the same voice i had heard beforesaying "this is no joke, do not call again or you willregret it.
I hung up so fast i could barely breath, i was really scared.
But i wasn't quite sure if this whole thing was a joke, r was itthe wrong number? So i called again and this time it was Trisha iasked her "was that your anwsering machine?". Silence.Then I heard Trish say, in a small voice, "Help!! Help me,please, help me..." Then, in a voice unlike Trish's, "TheHaunting will begin...."
The next morning at school we had an Assembaly. Trish was dead. Iwas so scared, I got sick right then and there and left schoolearly. She was my best friend, I couldn't take it.
I was home alone, typing, just like I am now. When I lookedbehind me, I saw a little boy dressed in all black, laughing,just like I heard on the phone. It wasn't a funny laugh, but anevil snicker. I ran from the house, and kept running. My mom hadto come pick me up from the playground, against my will. I neverwanted to see that evil house agian. The next week, we moved toPennsylvania, and I still have nightmares about that day, andTrish's pleading voice saying, "HELP ME! PLEASE! HELP ME...THE HAUNTING WILL BEGIN