thought.
A pity that boy wasn’t good at climbing, but lucky for you Beth, you were always good at that. Good for you, Miss O’Neill. You can sleep soundly tonight.
Beth realised she was beating herself up, and slowed to a snail pace as she neared the hospital.
The plan was insane, Beth. How could you rescue someone who was already dead? The ouija gave you some information, you tried, but it was already doomed to fail. Sleep soundly. You did your best.
Unable to console herself, and unsure how she could make Curie pay, she entered the hospital foyer and pressed the buzzer for attention.
“Yes?” said the receptionist.
Trying to collect herself was not easy. Maybe the landing on the hedge was not as soft as she thought. Still, words started to come out.
“Beth O’Neill. That’s my, er, name. Looking for Jacinta Crow, bust her leg earlier tonight.”
“You’re not checking into the hospital?” quizzed the receptionist.
“No…er, no. Why would I do that?” asked Beth.
“You look like you’ve been through hell. No offence.”
Beth realised that she probably did look like hell. Still, Jacinta’s health was all important.
“None taken. I probably don’t look my best right now.”
“Hell of an evening, right?”
“Yes.”
“Oh well, let’s see. Jacinta Crow, you say….mmm hmm, here we are. Yes. Ward Three.”
“Is she alright?”
“Go to the ward, and you’ll see. But she’s in good hands, I’m sure.”
Beth looked for the directions to Ward Three. As she passed through Wards One and Two, the fluorescent light flickered. She had that sense of dread once again, and saw a figure crossing ahead of her in the reduced light.
It was a young girl, maybe ten or twelve years old, dressed in white communion dress.
It was a white dress, adorned with bows, and had an angels and unicorns print. It would look perfectly normal, only it was stained with blood, which looked like it had dried a long time ago.
She turned to look directly at Beth, who shook with fright. As she was trying to process the image in her head, the light flickered back on, and the ghostly figure disappeared around the corner.
Beth managed to get to Ward Three, but the girl had glided in ahead of her. The girl left bloody footprints that made a squelching sound as she walked. Beth diverted her eyes, and could see someone familiar - recognising the back of Toril’s head. Jacinta was lying down. A nurse was tending to her. The girl had disappeared, and Beth realised just how un-nerved she was.
Just as she was able to speak to Jacinta and Toril, the little ghost girl appeared behind the nurse, bringing her hand down against her back, in a stabbing motion, the blade protruding through the nurse’s chest. Beth looked on, horrified, unable to speak.
Then the ghost girl turned to Beth. She smiled at her, showing blood between her teeth. She raised her right hand, and drew her index finger across her neck. Beth started to hear the ghost girl speaking to her.
“Hello Beth,” she said. “There’s always a plan. A design. Nothing ever just happens, and you can’t escape your fate. Two will die. Don’t forget that.”
She then picked out an apple from a pocket in her dress. She bit into it, and blood splattered onto the floor. Beth recoiled in horror as her hand was holding the same bloody apple with bite marks in it.
The ghost girl was nowhere to be seen.
* * *
“Young woman? Can you hear me?”
The nurse was shaking Beth, who stood as if she was in a trance.
Another voice. “Her name is Beth, she’s our friend.”
Beth came out of her trance-like state.
“Oh..Oh God…did you not see that girl? Where – where did she go? There was a knife….blood…where is she?”
The nurse
A pity that boy wasn’t good at climbing, but lucky for you Beth, you were always good at that. Good for you, Miss O’Neill. You can sleep soundly tonight.
Beth realised she was beating herself up, and slowed to a snail pace as she neared the hospital.
The plan was insane, Beth. How could you rescue someone who was already dead? The ouija gave you some information, you tried, but it was already doomed to fail. Sleep soundly. You did your best.
Unable to console herself, and unsure how she could make Curie pay, she entered the hospital foyer and pressed the buzzer for attention.
“Yes?” said the receptionist.
Trying to collect herself was not easy. Maybe the landing on the hedge was not as soft as she thought. Still, words started to come out.
“Beth O’Neill. That’s my, er, name. Looking for Jacinta Crow, bust her leg earlier tonight.”
“You’re not checking into the hospital?” quizzed the receptionist.
“No…er, no. Why would I do that?” asked Beth.
“You look like you’ve been through hell. No offence.”
Beth realised that she probably did look like hell. Still, Jacinta’s health was all important.
“None taken. I probably don’t look my best right now.”
“Hell of an evening, right?”
“Yes.”
“Oh well, let’s see. Jacinta Crow, you say….mmm hmm, here we are. Yes. Ward Three.”
“Is she alright?”
“Go to the ward, and you’ll see. But she’s in good hands, I’m sure.”
Beth looked for the directions to Ward Three. As she passed through Wards One and Two, the fluorescent light flickered. She had that sense of dread once again, and saw a figure crossing ahead of her in the reduced light.
It was a young girl, maybe ten or twelve years old, dressed in white communion dress.
It was a white dress, adorned with bows, and had an angels and unicorns print. It would look perfectly normal, only it was stained with blood, which looked like it had dried a long time ago.
She turned to look directly at Beth, who shook with fright. As she was trying to process the image in her head, the light flickered back on, and the ghostly figure disappeared around the corner.
Beth managed to get to Ward Three, but the girl had glided in ahead of her. The girl left bloody footprints that made a squelching sound as she walked. Beth diverted her eyes, and could see someone familiar - recognising the back of Toril’s head. Jacinta was lying down. A nurse was tending to her. The girl had disappeared, and Beth realised just how un-nerved she was.
Just as she was able to speak to Jacinta and Toril, the little ghost girl appeared behind the nurse, bringing her hand down against her back, in a stabbing motion, the blade protruding through the nurse’s chest. Beth looked on, horrified, unable to speak.
Then the ghost girl turned to Beth. She smiled at her, showing blood between her teeth. She raised her right hand, and drew her index finger across her neck. Beth started to hear the ghost girl speaking to her.
“Hello Beth,” she said. “There’s always a plan. A design. Nothing ever just happens, and you can’t escape your fate. Two will die. Don’t forget that.”
She then picked out an apple from a pocket in her dress. She bit into it, and blood splattered onto the floor. Beth recoiled in horror as her hand was holding the same bloody apple with bite marks in it.
The ghost girl was nowhere to be seen.
* * *
“Young woman? Can you hear me?”
The nurse was shaking Beth, who stood as if she was in a trance.
Another voice. “Her name is Beth, she’s our friend.”
Beth came out of her trance-like state.
“Oh..Oh God…did you not see that girl? Where – where did she go? There was a knife….blood…where is she?”
The nurse
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