“There was once a young Hispanic girl who went by the name of Saria Yusifana..” My uncle started, the fire cracking and popping, illuminating the night sky. He always liked to tell ghost stories, not that I really cared about them, the one he was telling he’d told a few times, but it was my little sister, Annie’s favorite. She was only seven, and could listen to the same thing over and over again.
I, of course, couldn’t care less about this stupid story. It was about some Hispanic chick that obsessed with promises or some crap like that, I mostly drowned it out, occasionally picking up a few things here and there.
I don’t know how much time had passed by the time I was brought back with the sound of Annie speaking. “How did you survive?” She squeaked, her blue eyes wide. I chuckled, she always asked that question. Even my uncle smiled.
“You see, when she was little, her father told her stories of the Chupacabras, and if she was bad…” My uncle paused, then jumped at Annie. “It would eat her!” Annie screamed and giggled at the same time. My uncle sat back down.
“Now, when I saw her, I pointed at nothing, and yelled “Chupacabra!” And boy did she leave fast, and I never saw her again. Good riddance I said.” My dad walked up, yawning.
“You two should probably head back inside, it’s pretty late.” He explained. Annie of course justified otherwise, but was overruled. We headed back inside, but then Annie tugged on my shirt. I spun around to face her big blue eyes, she had a pink envelope in her hand and handed it to me. I grabbed it, reading that the front said “Camron”. I opened the letter, trying to read the messy handwriting.
“Tea party at 7:00 tonight” I was able to make out of the letter. I glanced at my seven year old sister and smiled. “I’ll be there.” I said simply. Her eyes turned hopeful and bright.
“Do you promise?” She squealed. I grinned, rubbing her hair with my hand.
“I promise.” Annie giggled and bolted to her room. I retreated to room, flipping through the channels of my tv.
Time passed, then my phone buzzed. I put the remote down and checked my phone, I had gotten a text from my girlfriend Stacey. It said, “Wanna come over? My parents aren’t home.” I smiled, turning off the tv and leaving my room. I took my dads car since he was asleep, and my mom had the night shift at her work. I pulled out of the driveway, glancing at the cloak that said 6:47.
I arrived at Stacey’s house which took me around 13 minutes, where I was greeted by her hugging me. We went inside, talking about the usual stuff. Gossip, upcoming games, planning our next date, you know, the normal teenager crap.
I don’t know how long I was there before I left, feeling pretty tired when I pulled into driveway, the clock said around 3:02. Crap, if dad found out I was dead. I got out of the car and slowly opened the front door of the house, greeted by darkness. The only light was the moonlight glow coming from the window. Then, my heart stopped.
Annie was standing in the middle of the hallway, tears stroking down her face and falling down on her face with red puffy eyes and cheeks. “B-but you promised…” She whimpered.
“Annie…” I said, trying to reach my arm out but she pulled away and retreated to her room, crying.
I felt like a total jerk. But, why should I? It was just stupid little kid game, I was too old for it. She’d probably forget about it tomorrow.
I sighed, only to be interrupted by a shake. I hauled myself against the wall, holding on as a high-pitched shriek filled my ears. I shuttered, not knowing what was going on. I don’t know how long it was until it stopped, it went fast, maybe less than a minute. Once stopped, I peeled myself from the wall, stumbling once I tried to get my balance. It was quiet, why wasn’t my sister bursting out from her room with tears? Something wasn’t right, or I just imagined it.
Then, I felt something breathing on my neck. It was raspy and slow, I didn’t want to turn around. I wanted to run, but my curiosity got the best of me. I slowly turned around, only to be greeted by a pale face inches away from mine. I screamed, falling onto the hardwood floor. Pain jabbed in my elbow, making me yelp again. Then, I was staring up at a figure.
It looked like a girl, a few years younger than me. Despite being very pale, she looked Hispanic. She was covered in blood, from her Hispanic like clothing that was torn to shreds, her face, her legs and arms. Chunks of flesh were missing from all over her body, most of them showing bone and the one in her cheek showed her gum and teeth. Her left eye was dangling by a thread from the socket with blood coming out, the other eye was pure white with no pupil, and her right arm was bending a unnatural way with bone jabbing out. The hair was messy and black, with a deep bloody gash on the top of her head. She had a sad look on her face, frowning with no tension what so ever.
I was frozen in place, shaking, forced to listen to her raspy breathing. Despite not having pupils, I could see her starring at me with those unholy white eyes. We stared at each other, I wanted to run away. Wanted her to stop staring at me, but I felt like I was stone, stuck in place. It felt like hours had gone by, even though it had only been about two minutes before the silence of the raspy breathing was broken.
“I… Won’t…. Hurt…. You…..” The girl said, her voice was low, like someone with a cold. As she spoke, the open spot on her cheek moved, blood would ooze out and flesh shuffle. Not long after speaking, she slowly faded, until there was nothing but complete silence with me on the ground.
What had just happened? I was still frozen like stone on the floor, my face was pale and I was full of sweat. After a minute of silence had gone by, I started to laugh. I probably just imagined it, considering I hadn’t had much sleep lately. I stood up, deciding to just sleep it off.
I went to sleep that night, having a horrible nightmare about that… That thing. I was in a town, it looked classy, like maybe around the 30’s. It all looked peaceful, until the ground shook rapidly. Screams were heard everywhere and cries of children. The ground began to split, with me near it. I ran to the curve, only to be greeted by an explosion, pushing me back towards the gap. I grabbed the side of the gap, my feet dangling helplessly. I cried out for help, then froze. The girl was by my hands, her moccasins standing on one of my hands, causing a crunching noise. The girl bent over to me, smirking, but also a sadness look. She came closer to my ear, then said these words. “I… Never…. Promised…” Then pushed me off. The last thing I remember before waking up was the same shriek I had heard when I first saw her.
I was very quiet that morning. Annie had not talked to me, giving me mean glances as we ate our cereal. I didn’t talk, still having that awful screech repeating in my head. I got ready for school quickly, having the feeling of something watching me. I could see something out of the corner of my eye but when I turned to check, nothing was there.
I had math for first period, off in my own world as the teacher went on and on about stupid equations. I couldn’t get the image out of my head, no matter how much I tried. Then, something caught my eye. I looked to the dark corner of the classroom, meeting the girl, staring at me. She seemed more angry this time, not as sad as she was last night. I blinked, she was still there. I kept staring at her, the teachers shouting at me brought me back. I looked at him, his face furious.
“Y-yes Mr. Manhasset?” I stuttered. I heard people around the classroom laugh. The teacher gave me a long lecture about paying attention, then the bell rang for next class.
That was not the last time I saw her.
She was everywhere, no matter where I was, I saw her in the corner of all the rooms I was in, just, watching me. At lunch, my friends kept asking me what I was staring at, and I just shrugged it off. Though, I could not get her hatful glare out of sight.
It was the last period of the day, she was staring at me from the dark corner of the room. This time, it was different. She was starting to speak to me, just faint, raspy whispers in my ear, while she was no where close to me. Saying things such as “You made a promise. Why did you break it?” Or “How could you?” Or even the same, blood freezing words from my dream last night. “I. Never. Promised.”
I was furious by now, standing up in my chair and slamming my hands on the desk, turning to the girl in the corner. “What do you want?!” I screamed. Everyone’s face turned to me, most of them confused. The girl in the corner just had a curved smiled. The teacher faced me, furious.
“Mr. Pakins! How dare you interrupt this class with such nonsense!” She yelled. I pointed at the girl in the corner.
“It’s her! Why can’t you just see her?!” I yelled, justifying myself. The teacher glanced at the corner, then back at me.
“There’s nothing there Mr. Pakins.” She said then pointed at the door. “To Mr. Rassets office. Now.”
I did, walking out of the classroom and heading to Mr. Rassets office. I still saw her in the halls, she was everywhere.
At night, when I slept, I could still see her glowing white eye in the darkness of the corner, even some of her crumpled body. I had a different dream that night, I was in the same town of my dream, having the same old-time look. But, this time, not too far away from me, I saw a girl. She was maybe around 14 or 15, and she was beautiful. She had long black hair, brown eyes, brown skin, wearing Hispanic clothing. But then I blinked, which the ground began to shake, I heard the same screech. And the girl… Her bones started to cripple and stick out, her eyeball popped out of socket while the other one faded white. Blood dripped down the body like a waterfall, chunks of flesh ripping out of the girls skin. It was a horrible sight to see, then within seconds, I blinked, and the girl was just inches away from my face, screaming with pain. “Help me!” She shrieked in a raspy voice, full of pain and sorrow.
I woke up after that, shaking. The girl was not in my room, yet I could still feel her breathing on me. I watched the ceiling fan spin, thinking of what I had just seen. I sighed, hearing my dad call for breakfast. I got up, Annie was still ignoring me, which I didn’t really care about at the time. I decided I was going to talk to my uncle in the afternoon, I think this was her. The one he called EarthQuake.
After school, I walked to my uncles house, which was only about a block away from my house. Once in, he was confused why I was there until I told him about the girl following me. He immediately shut the door and locked it, dragging me into the living room.
“She’s following you?” He asked, keeping his voice low. I nodded.
“It’s been about two days now, and she’s everywhere I’m at. She’s not here at the moment… But I had this weird dream of her last night…” I explained. My uncle stared at me, deep in thought until he finally spoke.
“The one with the Hispanic girl?” He asked. I nodded. He then sighed, getting ready to talk.
“That girl you saw, was Saria Yusifana, or EarthQuake as we call her…” My uncle started. He was quiet before he started speaking again. “I don’t know that much, just from stories and what I’ve guess from the dreams. All I know that is that there’s a psychotic revengeful girl out there who died in the 1930’s from falling inside of a earthquake gap.”
“But, in the dream, why did she say ‘Help me’?”
My uncle almost went pale. “I don’t even know. But, that doesn’t mean you have much time left.” He said, standing up and starting to push me out the door.
After I left, the rest of the day I didn’t see her, until I fell asleep. I was in that same city block, except it wasn’t shaking. People were scurrying around, gas pipes leaked everywhere, sending smoke into the skies, buildings burning. But, the earthquake gap was still there. I saw a Hispanic woman, crying by the side of the gap. It seemed like all I could hear clearly, all the other noises were just blurry. Out of curiosity, I slowly peaked over the gap, only to see at the bottom of the pit, was the young Hispanic girl, her bones places awkwardly and surrounded by a pool of blood. Before I woke up, I heard the words “You lied.” In a clear, yet raspy voice.
That morning, my girlfriend broke up with me, saying I was going mad. I tried to explain everything to her, but she just laughed in my face and walked away. The rest of the day was still hell.
I never got away from the girls stare. It seemed a lot more angry, as if she were ready to tear my head off. I felt very uncomfortable.
My sister still hadn’t forgiven me, ignoring me and not even looking at me. I didn’t actually really care at this point, I had the psycho chick to worry about. I could feel her breathing on my neck as I slept, her cold, dark stare right on me all night. I hadn’t slept that night at all. Just, hearing the uneven, raspy breaths was enough.
I think I was starting to go mad. How was no one else seeing her! She was clearly there in the corner, whispering devilish things into my ear. She was everywhere I went, from one room to the next, looking more angry as time went by. I had fallen asleep by accident in science, which was my worst mistake.
I dreamed of being violently ripped apart, limb by limb, pulled right out of socket. My flesh pulling, snapping and blood flinging everywhere, disappearing into the darkness. Of course I screamed and yelled, cried out for help and for the unknown force to stop. I woke up short after, the teacher was right by my desk and everyone was staring at me, some looking concerned, some just laughing. The teacher decided to send me to the consular.
I decided to tell at least someone about the nightmares I’ve been having, but not about the girl. I didn’t want someone to think I was insane. Maybe I was, who knows?
She seemed disturbed about these nightmares, and called my parents, advising I should probably get some sleeping pills, and maybe lay back on the horror movies. I wanted to object, but it might help in some way. My parents decided to pick me up early from school, and we drove by the pharmacy to grab some pills to help me with sleep.
I took them before I went to bed, hoping they would help. It seemed calming, and I felt confident about not having nightmares. But, when I fell asleep, I found myself in a dark room, I couldn’t see walls or anything, just, darkness. I could hear crying, like a child’s crying. Plus even faint whispers, saying things I could barley make out. The ones I could, said things such as “Why did you let me fall?” Or even “It’s all your fault.” Even one that made me ice cold. “You will suffer.”
I could hear the sound of blood falling onto the floor, the crying became louder and louder as I walked. It echoed through the seemingly endless darkness, until I came upon a girl. The girl.
She was hugging her knees in the corner, I could see a red liquid dripping from her skin. Her crying suddenly stopped, and she looked up. I was met with a rotten, white eyed, bloody face staring at me. Before I knew what happened, she smiled at me and laughed. “I like promises.” She started. I seemed frozen into place. Then, she frowned. “Why did you break your?”
I woke up with a bolt, inhaling every scrap of air I could get. I saw the sleeping pills by my nightstand and threw it to the ground. Those wouldn’t work, I was pretty sure nothing would. I looked to the corner of my room, she was there. She usually wasn’t in my room, especially when I first wake up. I went on the day as usual, in the class I screamed in everybody stared at me, as if I were some supernatural life form. I’m not a freak. I’m not mad! I’m not making this up!
At dinner, I could tell my parents were concerned about me, considering they kept glancing at me. But Annie couldn’t care less about me. This was her fault! If she wouldn’t had invited me to her stupid little kid thing, this crazy girl wouldn’t be following me!
At night, I could barley sleep. My parents had made me take the pills, ignoring my justification. I did fall asleep, it all seemed normal though, except I was in that same black room. I couldn’t move, I was frozen in place as if something were holding me down.
I blinked, and the girl was screaming in my face, spit and chunks of flesh splattering onto my face. Her eye that was dangling out touched my cheek, her white eye was full of fury. “My turn!” She yelled into my face before I woke up. It was around 3 AM, and the girl was right beside my bed. No, not in the corner, by my bed. And she wasn’t mad, she looked completely pissed. Then, her face turned into a curved smile.
“I… Never… Promised…” She said. Before I could react, she reached her hand into my mouth, and grabbed my tongue. With a stabbing sensation of pain, she yanked out my tongue, blood immediately started to flow through my mouth. I screamed, despite my tongue being gone. She held the tongue to her face, and grinned.
“You. Will. Suffer.” She said, flinging the tongue to the wall. I sprigged up, running to the door as fast as I could but a force pulled me back, pressing me against the wall. I couldn’t cry for help, my parents weren’t home and I didn’t want Annie to get hurt. The girl stared at me, despite being apparently a ghost, she walked towards me and grabbed my arm, grinned at me while I pleaded. I knew what was going to happen.
She yanked off my arm, I heard the sound of the bone snapping and twisting, flesh tangling around the veins popping. I screeched, it almost sounded funny without my tongue. She dropped my arm to the ground, pain flew throughout my body by this point, blood flew out of my arm like a river.
Next thing I didn’t predict. She reached towards my face, and wrapped her finger around my eyeball. I looked at her, trying to plead, until she pulled it, yanking the eye from its socket. Blood dripped down my face, but it wasn’t the most painful.
I felt like I was only clinging onto life, the world was already turning black. I didn’t see this coming. She grabbed my hair, yanking it and pulling a patch of hair off. I screamed, the pain was unbearable. She grabbed my other arm, but instead of yanking it clean off, she slowly twisted it, the bone snapping and crunching. Pain slowly went to by brain, I flinched at every snap or bone. Then, it completely twisted off, releasing pressure and pain jolted through my veins.
She looked at me one last time, coming close to my ear, noticing I was almost gone. But, the door creaked opened, and I heard my sisters pitiful voice as she peaked in. I was at tears, my sister was seeing my like this, I didn’t want her to get hurt. She was quiet, but her eyes were wide. She didn’t scream, I wondered why. The girl still took no notice and whispered unholy words.
“You didn’t keep your promise… That’s a bad thing.” She said, and backed up to face me. I cried, tears stroking down my face. Then, she tilted her head to the side, and there was a loud snap. White light appeared after a quick bolt of pain to my neck.
“Camron?” Annie called out, seeing her brother bloody body beaten gruesomely. She could smell a funny liquid, the room was full of it. The girl turned around to face Annie, a smile on her face. Annie flinched at the girls face at first, then noticed she was walking towards her. She bent down on her knees to match the little girls face. She said words that Annie would never forget.
“Don’t make a promise if your just going to break it…”