Not quite and the thing in the car

Once there was a young, small, curious, young girl. Her name was Regan. She was mostly brave until one night. Coming sooner than you think. She was at school only dreaming of her and her friend hanging out and having a sleepover. Her friend’s name was Elviria. They were really great friends. Regan couldn't help but think of putting face masks and makeup on her friend for fun. They finally scheduled a sleepover the day after tomorrow. Regan and Elviria were going to have so much fun. That night, Regan lay in her bed continuing to dream of the sleepover. One thing to know about Regan is that she always has bad dreams. They are always bad, but she was ok knowing that she can’t get hurt in dreams. She always has dreams that are scary in different places like an abandoned factory or something. But tonight was different. She had a dream that she was in her bed and it was totally dark. A dark figure slowly started to arise from the end of her bed. It started to form a person-like figure. It swiftly reached its arms out and tried to grab her. It scratched her left forearm and then she woke up. Her arm hurt. She looked down at her left forearm only to see a streak of blood glistening in the morning sunlight. She shoved it under the rug, trying to forget to not ruin the sleepover that night. Regan talked all day with Elviria about what they are going to do at the sleepover. She has been to her house all the time and knows that she has lots of windows in her room. She loves it though. That night, when she got to her house, she laid down her stuff and got ready for bed not acknowledging the windows and how they looked. When she laid down for bed, she looked out the “windows” and saw that they were paintings of people’s faces smiling ear to ear. Regan asked Elviria if she had gotten painting or artwork to put in front of the windows. But she didn’t answer, she was long passed out. When she woke up, she realized that the painted faces were gone. She never knew since then what really happened but Regan never forgot. Sometimes she will wake up and have unknown scratches on her arm. When the thing drew that last straw with a huge scratch down her leg with lots of blood just flowing out. Regan told her mom knowing that she would have the solution. Her mom said that she needs to go see the doctor and someone to get a ghost or something out of her room. When she went to the doctor, the doctor gasped at the huge gash on her leg. The doctor decided to call in a scientist to get some blood for DNA to see what did that. The doctor told Regan and her mom to wait a while before they come back with their results. A while later they came back with concerning results. They couldn't find what did it. There was no evidence of what caused that gash. They doctor took some medicine and wiped it over the gash to help it heal faster. They got home and talked about it. Regan told her mom about the dream and what it was like. After that, Regan opened the door to her room and waited outside to see if anything happened. Nothing did. That night she continue to lay in her bed waiting for it to appear to talk to it. As soon as the thing appeared she tried her hardest to stay calm and not freak out. The thing seemed to not try to attack her either. It just stood at the foot of her bed just staring at her. Regan took a deep breath and asked “what are you, a ghost?” She tried to say it so her voice wasn’t shaky. But it was. It replied. It said in a deep unforgiving voice, “not quite.”

The thing in the car

Based off of a real dream

Once there was a girl named Amelia coming home from a church group party. She was next to Home Depot on the innersection. It was dark and the only thing that had light was the headlights on the car. We were stopped because the light was red, and it seemed that there was no other human or cars nearby. Until the headlight shut off. I was so scared. Seconds go by. When I looked back up, there was something. It was a rusty old jeep looking car with a broken windshield. And a black sign with red words written all over it. I didn’t have enough time to read the sign, but I did have enough time to look who or what was in that rusty, old car. My mom up front, driving screamed and then told me to “look away!” I shoved my hands in my my hands in my face, covering my eyes. I could feel the whole car swerving trying to not hit the sign or the other car. I looked up for one second to know that we went straight through the sign, like the sign was a ghost. Our car was not damaged and we never heard hit anything. I shove my hands back in my face, then everything goes quite. I take a deep breath and hope that the car and sign never happened. Next thing I know, I am in a huge bathroom with stalls going to what seemed like forever. But it didn’t. I tend to go to the last stall to get the most room (in the big bathroom). Everyone was in the way to where I had to shove to get to the back, when I did I saw me, on the floor, dead. Nothing was moving. I looked back at the other girls who was in the bathroom. They acted like it was nothing, they didn’t care, or just didn’t know. No one saw it. But there was an enormous circle around me on the ground, Kneeling on the ground. On the way out of bathroom, there was no one, and then I look back hoping some girls knew what was going one. There wasn’t anyone. Not even the bathroom. It was all black around me. Then I woke up.