The Truth Behind The Smoke

I can’t do this anymore; I have to tell someone if I don’t, then she will kill me.

It was the spring of 2000 and our finals had just ended so, I, my sister Emily and my best friend Stacy were invited to a party thrown by Alicia one of the most popular girls in our school, and her parties were always the event of the season, and they’re so that the whole school attends it including the teachers. Anyway, I and Stacy were doing our hair while Emily was doing her makeup; once we were ready our mom drove us to Alicia’s. The party was going great and everyone was enjoying themselves, while I was getting a drink I overheard some girls talking about there being a rumour that my sister Emily! Cheated on her finals by bribing some teachers, but I wouldn’t let them ruin my mood so, I just ignored her and continued to enjoy my evening. Some time had passed by and things were going pretty well until someone screamed ‘FIRE! THE KITCHEN IS ON FIRE!’ I turned around to see Alicia scream that there was a fire, I bolted out of there as fast as my legs could carry me, but as soon as I was out I realized neither Emily nor Stacy were outside, my heart went into panic mode, I ran inside and started screaming their names; suddenly out of the smoke emerged Emily and she was covered. In blood! Before I could react Emily grabbed my hand and the both of us bolted out of there. Soon the firemen and cops arrived, one of them informed us that the was started by accident and that the alcohol in the drinks made it spread, we were also informed that they found one body, as mangled as the body looked everyone knew it was Stacy since she was the only one who was missing, we identified the police and they called our parents to take us home. 

Once we got home I felt dread wash over me like a wave, I felt guilt, pleasure and sadness, it’s true I felt sad because my best friend died, but I should have prepared myself, I knew she was going to die, it was mine and Emily’s plan for her accidental death at the party anyway, but we didn’t expect her to spread rumours, and definitely didn’t expect her the fight the smoke and heat to the point where she had to be stabbed to die, good ridden she was not easy to kill, but thankfully the body was burnt to a crisp so the police couldn’t identify anything. She had to die because she found out about how I and Emily passed the finals, it wasn’t just Emily it was also me but I was more of a silent partner, anyway no matter how we did it the deed was finally done. A few weeks later we attended her funeral, the casket was closed for obvious reasons, but during the burial, I saw something in the corner of my eye, it was Stacy and she was staring at me expressionless, I blinked once and she was gone, I shook it off as a result of my imagination. But after a few weeks of seeing her around the house I started to get scared, and as the days went by the hallucinations got worse to the point where I couldn’t sleep without taking pills. That was when I realized she had come back to make my life a living hell, I didn’t tell anyone cause then I will get arrested, so I kept it to myself.

That incident happened 3 years ago, now I am 24 years old, but I still see her everywhere in my house, and also in my sleep, always trying to kill me and yelling at me. I talked to a shaman about this and she told me that whoever knows the truth about Stacy’s death will be targeted and killed by her vengeful spirit. So this is why I am telling you this story, hopefully, she will leave me alone, but a warning to whoever reads this...You are next!