This was written by x makingmemories




This is a ghost story that my cousin told me two or three years ago but with lots of parts added in. I hope you enjoy...and maybe get some chills. =D

If you throw a red - a RED pen - over your shoulder at MIDNIGHT, you won't hear it drop because a ghost will have caught it.

Just a rumor. It was just a stupid rumor. A stupid myth. Nobody knew who started it or where it originated from. It might have been around for a very long time...or for just a short time. In any case, nobody believed it. There weren't such things as ghosts!

Or is there? The question popped into Katie's mind seconds after hearing the myth from a friend. She did believe that supernatural beings existed - like God and Satan. Jesus. Lucifer. Gabriel the angel who brought a baby to the Virgin Mary. The rest of the angels who sat in Heaven and looked over the living. If all these things existed - couldn't ghosts exist too?

"Let's try it," Katie said to her best friend Jane one day. Jane looked at her like she were crazy. She was crazy. Isn't she crazy to want to test the rumor out? And possibly call ghosts into their boarding school?

"Fine," Jane said, and that night, at exactly midnight, Katie tossed her favorite red pen over her shoulder, a smirk on her face. No way was a ghost going to appear - but wait, no sound? NO SOUND? The pen didn't drop on the floor?! Suddenly, Katie felt really frightened - TOO frightened. She collapsed. And died.

Heart attack, the doctors said the next day. Of course. No ghosts came. Katie just had a fright because she heard no sound of the pen dropping - it landed on her bed.

So now Jane was encouraged. So the myth was false. She wanted to try it out herself now.

At midnight that night, Jane tossed the same pen over her shoulder. No sound. But Jane was stronger than Katie. She didn't die of a fright.

Slowly, she turned around. Then she had a fright because a woman dressed in white flowing clothes, black hair covering her pale face like a blanket was holding the pen. In a soft voice, the woman asked, "Is this your pen?"