On August 26, 2013, I met a very kind girl. Her name was Ryan. We met in class and started bonding over movies we liked. Her favorite was The Shining. She wanted me to come over to her house and watch it with her after school.
She had a very nice beautiful victorian style house. It was very clean. She liked keeping the lights off though. At first I wasn’t too bothered, I am someone who’s scared of the dark but since it was still daytime light would shine through. But she drew the blinds. She liked having it as dark as possible. I felt scared, but it was her house so l wasn’t going to ask otherwise.
We watched the movie, which was fine, Ive seen it a few times before and I liked it myself so I didn’t really get scared from the movie. Occasionally though, I would look over at Ryan. She would be staring at the TV blankly. She wasn’t smiling or reacting at all, which I found weird since she seemed to really love this movie.
At one point I couldn’t help but notice how blank her eyes were. Not in the blank stare kind of way. The light was gone from her eyes, they looked so dull. She looked over at me eventually, and we met each other’s glances. I was expecting her to ask if I was enjoying the movie or something, but she said nothing. She just stared at me. She then looked behind me at the stairway. I looked too, but I didn’t really see anything she would have been looking at. When I looked back, she was watching the movie again. But I noticed her face looked pale, even her lips. It was like all the blood had left her skin. I was starting to get uneasy now. Just as I was about to see myself out, she got up and walked over to the staircase and went upstairs.
I was very ready to leave, but being a kid I was curious too. I followed her, but it was like she had just disappeared. I figured she was just a fast walker so l tried going into the rooms to find her bedroom. All of the doors were locked. I wandered through the halls, and it was all the same, locked doors. I couldn’t find Ryan. I don’t know where she could have gone, since I didn’t hear her walk back down the stairs. She could have gone into her room and locked the doors, but I’m not sure how she would have gotten in if the doors in the house were all locked.
I did end up leaving, That night I had a dream. Ryan was at my window, just standing there and staring at me with the blank stare and her pale face. I tried opening the window, but it was locked despite it being completely unlatched.
When I went to school the next day, Ryan wasn’t there. l asked my teacher if he knew if she was okay. He told me we didn’t have a Ryan in our class, the only Ryan they had passed away 23 years ago from the hands of her parents.
When I went to go to her house after school, I was met with a clean vacant lot. There was no leftover debris or any sign there was a house there at all. I never saw Ryan again.