Everything is Ok

It was a Wednesday night when I saw her.

 I was taking a relaxing shower, trying to clear my mind after a long day of school. I breathed in the clean air and listened to the sound of water falling. The silence was suddenly cut short by the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. It was probably just my roommate Britany, I assured myself. Maybe she didn't realize I was using the shower. 

"I'll be out in a second!" I yelled out to her. 

I hopped out of my shower and threw on my pajamas. Looking back, I should have realized something was off. I should have noticed that all the lights in the house were still out. 

When something terrible is about to happen, people always have some kind of intuition that tells them something is wrong. Why hadn't I felt anything?

I opened the door and got into bed. For a moment, everything was fine. Suddenly I heard singing. At first, it was so quiet I wondered if it was just in my head. But then it was louder. I paused. The melody was beautiful, enchanting almost. I looked around, confused. That's when I saw her standing there in the corner of my room. She had shiny black hair that reached her waist and white skin that was so pale it was almost transparent. But her eyes... those were the thing that stood out the most. They were piercing and blood red. When our eyes met, it felt like they were tearing apart my soul. The last thing I remember from that night was her opening her mouth into what looked like a smile. Just like that, she was gone.

I woke up the following day with a jolt. Was it all just a dream? It had to be. Shakingly I got my stuff and headed out the door. The day seemed to be going fine. But when I passed the choir room, that changed. I heard a familiar sound. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was the same song that thing had been singing last night. I couldn't run or scream, and I could barely even breathe. Panic swept over me, and I felt a scream building up inside me. The chorus teacher came rushing out and put an arm on my back.

"Deep breaths!" she frantically told me, "Please try to stay calm. I'm going to take you to the nurse!"

She hurried me to the nurse's office while holding me steady the whole time. When we got there, I was quickly ushered to a bed. As I began to calm down, the nurse gave me a bottle of water and some food.

Was it just a coincidence? I couldn't be sure. At that moment, another girl ran in. I looked down and saw that she had blood coming from a cut on her knee. Ouch, that had to hurt. 

"Oh, dear! I'll go fetch some things to clean that up with," the nurse said as she rushed into the material closet.

I began asking the girl if she was ok, but as I looked up at her face, I let out a gasp of terror. Her black hair reached around her waist, and she had pale white skin. My eyes were wide with panic. How had she found me at my school? With another look at her, I saw it was just a regular girl, not whatever I had seen last night. This realization did not assure me. I quickly scooped up my book bag and hurried out of the room. I ran out into the parking lot and jumped in my car. For a second, I sat there, taking deep breaths with my hands clenching the steering wheel. I'm just feeling stressed out. I told myself. There had been a lot more schoolwork lately, so it makes sense. I need a day to calm down. I went over my favorite things to do until I landed one. I could get a facial! I haven't gotten one in a while, so it was perfect. 

I began driving to the spa, which was only about 15 minutes away. On my way there, I was sure to pick up a latte from the local coffee shop. When I arrived, I grabbed my drink and went inside. A woman introduced herself to me as Mrs. Raynard. Mrs. Raynard was a kind and gentle lady with a thick Southern accent. I think she may have been in her late fifties. She brought me into a cozy room. It was dimly lit with fairy lights. I was then guided to a comfy bed. I took a seat on it and listened as she explained the process. As she began, I couldn't help but have a sigh of relief. I calmed and breathed in the scent of the essential oils. As she worked on my face, I could feel my troubles fade away. I may have even drifted off a bit. Once she was finished, she lightly tapped me on the shoulder. 

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Raynard!" I said as I got to my feet.

"Oh, Honey. You were a delight to work on. Your skin is so lovely!"

On my drive home, I was so relieved. Now that I was calmer and less stressed, I was sure that whatever was in my room was gone. It was all just my mind telling me I was tired and needed a break. When I got home, it was already dark. I decided to turn in early and start the day fresh tomorrow. I snuggled up into my covers. As I suspected, nothing happened that night. No scary monsters, no music, no worries. 

It has been almost 2 months since I saw that awful thing in my room. Sometimes, I'll still hear that melody or recognize her face in a random person. But that was just my mind playing tricks on me. A couple days after I last saw that thing, Britany came home. When she walked into my room, she let out a blood-curdling scream. I tried to assure her everything was fine, but for some reason, she just ignored me and ran out. Later that day, police officers came and looked around the house. Although they didn't scream when they entered my room, I could tell they were also uneasy. They left, but it was weird. They had just ignored me as Brittany had. After that, nobody seemed to see or hear me anymore. Even when I texted my parents, all the messages popped up with a red 'Not delivered.' It's strange. I don't really understand it. But it doesn't really bother me that much. I feel calm. I feel happy. 

Everything is ok.