The group was sitting around the campfire, roasting marshmallows. It was a dark night, no moon, and a cloudy sky. Pine trees enveloped the group of six. Peter Mackenzie's marshmallow caught fire, blowing out the fire engulfing his charred marshmallow,  he began his tale... 

"Abigail ran down to the old lake at her grandmother's house. The water was always an ugly brown color, but what she most looked forward too was the old swing that hung over the murky water. Abigail always swore that it was a hundred years old because the wood is slimy and almost entirely black as well as rotten, and the rope was being held together by a one inch thick strand.

"Arriving at the other side of the lake where the old swing was, Abigail saw her little fort-in-the-making between the tree and the huge rock next to it. The nine year old giggled and ran towards it to start building her fort up stronger when she heard laughter. A bone chilling laughter.  Her grin faded away like the sun in a sun set and was replaced with slight fear. No one else visible was out here. Looking around frantically, she heard the laughter again. It was coming from the swing. She shivered, clutching her arms in fear. 

"The swing swung  back and forth and back and forth. Nobody was on it. The laughter sounded again.  Abigail whimpered and slowly backed away, it was way too scary for her.

"Suddenly, the swing stopped. And whatever object the sound was emitting from, solidified and showed a beautiful little girl around seven years old. She wore a long purple skirt with little lace trim and bare feet, and her blouse was a white corset of sorts and purple ribbon laced it up in the back, dark brown curls tumbled down her back. Almost reaching her waist. It was held half up with a purple satin ribbon.

"Abigail took a step back and stepped on a little twig. It snapped. The mystery girl froze. The laughter stopped. The mystery girl turned around, and Abigail gasped in horror at her face. Instead of normal human eyes, her eyes were entirely black, like the dead of night, and her skin was deathly pale with black colored lines around her face. The black colored lines were blood. This girl was a demon. The girl stood up and spoke in a raspy, happy tone.

"'I am Patrisha Adler. The daughter of Lady Eleanor and Lord Adrian Adler.'"

"Abigail took a couple more steps back and Patrisha slowly floated forwards, her appearance quickly changed back and forth between the old beautiful girl she used to be and between who she is now. Abigail couldn't turn her back on the demon so she sped up her steps as she stepped more quickly backwards. But the more she sped up, Patrisha sped up more. Abigail wanted to turn and run, but she couldn't make herself do it. This experience was over loading her mind and didn't know what to do.

"Patrisha kept advancing. But she didn't follow Abigail's speed. She went at her own speed, which was twice the speed of Abigail's. Abigail turned and ran for her life. Not being able to take the demon-mystery girl. She ran, and ran, and ran as hard as she could to escape the demon girl's killer gaze. Abigail looked over her shoulder, and the scary thing was. Is that she didn't see Patrisha. All she saw was the landscape. Thinking she had escaped her, Abigail turned around to run to her grandmother's house. But as soon as she turned around. Patrisha was floating right there barely two inches away and at eye level. Staring her down with her black eyes.

"Abigail screamed a blood curdling scream and all went black, the only thing she heard last was the demon girls soft joyful laughter and her voice saying, 'Come play with me!'"

Hey guys! So I tried my best at a creepy short story, I'm not too proud of it. Tell me what you think! Keep in mind this is really my first ever creepy short story. XD

-Olivia