2025 Spooky Story Competition

Gone. That was all that went through my head after she fell. The news marked it as an accident. She was alone, or so they thought. Amelia Penny. The girl who made my life hell. She loved to push me around, ‘play with me’ as she said. I played with her life, pushed her to her limit. I have no idea if she is alive. Do I care? Not particularly. I thought it was over. My one problem in life gone, until I realised. Karma always comes back. The trees rustled with the wind. Fall had always been my favourite. A squirrel runs across the field as I look through the window of my kitchen. I looked at myself in the reflection. And her eyes stared back at me. The same piercing blue eyes that haunted my dreams. It couldn’t be. She was gone. The sound my phone vibrating snapped me out of my trance. My heartbeat still lightning speed from the shock, I answered the phone. My mother’s soothing voice rang through the phone, but there was an edge. “May?”, my mother whispered. “Your sister’s gone.” I froze. The only word I could choke out was “Why?”. Cliff. She fell, same place the girl died. My mother shivered. No. Not there, not after I just saw her in the reflection. My closest friend. Gone. I drove faster than I ever had before. I arrive at the cliff in five minutes. The waves crashed below. I took a shallow breath. The police had cleared, only scraps of yellow tape flapped around. But the only thing that really caught my eye was a black book, pages flapping in the wind. I walked to the edge to pick it up. Apart from one page, that read: “Ghosts are as real as they need to be. I suggest you don’t stand near the edge. Just like I did. In fact, I still am.” Two cold hands grabbed my shoulders. All I heard was “Ready?” Her eyes were the last thing I saw.

BY EMMA LOGAN