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ENTRY: 'She Wanted to Be Noticed.'


If there was one thing that really, really annoyed Bailey more than anything, it was those stupid 'chain mail ghost stories'. She was seriously supposed to believe that some fake ghost was going to kill her if she didn't pass on the message to ten other people? What made people resort to that amount of stupidness?

She'd just received another one, labeled: 'THE CLOWN STATUE. DON'T READ THIS (THIS SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME.)'. Bailey merely rolled her eyes and clicked delete. Swinging away from the PC monitor, she got up and closed her curtains. Her clock read 10.34. Stifling a yawn, she ran a brush through her hair. As she was about to switch off the modem, her cell rang.

“Ugh.” Bailey sighed, and leant over to pick it up. She glanced at the screen. Maddy was calling. This late? Maddy Elliot was the small town's teen gossip. Where her mother was the gossip for the adults, if the teens wanted to know who'd hooked up with who, what so-and-so was wearing at the popular girl's party- Maddy knew. She knew everything, about everyone. She also happened to be Bailey's all time best friend. That meant Bailey knew everything only second to Maddy.

“Yo.” Bailey muttered into the phone, her eyes feeling more tired by the second.

“You haven't heard yet, have you?” Maddy's loud voice made Bailey wince.

She pinched the bridge of her nose together. “Probably not. You know everything first. If you're telling me, then no-one else knows.”

Maddy gave a small snort. “That's true, sort of. But...You will not believe your ears once I tell you this, Bails!”

Bailey groaned and threw herself onto her bed, and closed her eyes. She had a feeling it would probably be a long time since she would actually be able to sleep, and made do with the pillow under her head. “So tell me already, Mads.”

Maddy took a deep breath, and said in a tone quite unlike her; “Louise Wild is dead.”

Bailey's eyes opened, then blinked. Her mouth gaped open, and she stared at the ceiling. “W-What?” she stuttered, thinking that she'd misheard Maddy.

“Louise is dead. A few hours ago. They found her. Dead.” Maddy's voice became quieter until Bailey had to strain to hear.

“But...how?” Bailey whispered, her hands shaking.
Maddy was suppressing tears now. “It looked like suicide...”

Suicide? Louise? Impossible! Okay, she wasn't the most popular girl at school, she wasn't the prettiest, nor the smartest, but she was liked. Louise had a simple life; she had a boyfriend, she'd never been grounded, her grades were average, and she had a functional family. There was nothing wrong in her life. But...there must have been.

“I can't believe it,” she replied huskily.

The phone call was shorter than Maddy's usual calls, and Bailey threw herself onto her back and closed her eyes. It seemed surreal, and she just wanted to forget about it. Wriggling under her duvet so that her toes didn't peek out at the bottom, she yawned and tried to sleep.

School was buzzing with gossip, and not just from Maddy. Already, rumors about Louise's death were flying around, and the most gullible students believed every single one of them. Louise had taken an overdose. Louise had been dumped by her boyfriend. Her parent's were on the verge of divorce.

None of these were true, Maddy informed Bailey at lunchtime. Louise had been found by her mom, slumped over her computer desk, bloody gashes on her wrists. Bailey forced back the bile that rose in her throat and excused herself from the table.

Later that evening, after rushing through her Latin homework, Bailey sat her desk and switched on her PC. As usual, the first thing she did was check her email. Bashing in her password, she bit her bottom lip as she waited.

Three new messages, and tons of junk mail. I have to get round to deleting that, she thought. Two of the messages were newsletters from social sites, but the third was from someone she rarely spoke to at school – Stacy McKay. Bailey remembered when she first got her email account, she asked her classmates for their email, and Stacy's was one of them. She clicked it open, intrigued.
As she read the mail, her face wrinkled and she shook her head. It read:



At the bottom of the message, in Stacy's formatted text, it said; “OMG! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED TO LOUISE! YOU GOTTA PASS IT ON!”


Bailey felt physically sick. Louise had been dead for a little more over twenty four hours, and already people were using her death to verify some stupid chain email nonsense.

With a scoff, she turned off her monitor, and picked up her cell. She typed in a text message to Maddy, too tired and annoyed to want to speak to anyone. She threw her cell onto her desk, and snuck under her duvet.

The next morning, Bailey woke up groggy and shaking. She couldn't remember feeling this edgy, and for a moment, she forgot why. Then she winced as she remembered Louise was dead, and the horrible chain mail she'd got last night.

As she got ready for school, she checked her phone for messages- there were none. Maddy must have gone to sleep before I had, Bailey thought, and picked up her school bag.
At school rumors were still flying, and in the space of a day, they'd gotten more and more absurd.

The most popular rumor was linked to that chain mail; people actually believed it was true that the ghost of Rose was stalking and killing those who ignored her email.

“Oh please,” Bailey said scathingly to a group of sophomores as they discussed it in low tones in the cafeteria. “You really believe that crap?”

One of the girls widened her eyes at Bailey and whispered in a hysterical tone; “Then Rose is going to get you, like she got Louise Wild!”

Bailey felt her anger rise, and clenched her fists. “Whatever,” she muttered, and walked away before she hit out at the other girl.

To make things worse, Maddy wasn't in school to calm Bailey down, nor to dispel the rumor. Bailey sat by herself in class, texting Maddy under her desk.

'Hey, where r u? School's goin crazy.'
She got no answer.

Finally, the bell for the end of the school day rang. Dragging herself home, she threw her bag and jacket onto her bed, ignoring her mom. She dumped herself onto her swingy computer chair and beeped on the modem.

Tapping her fingers on the desk, she opened up her network pages, looking for some indication the Maddy had been online. Facebook was completely dead. Bailey sighed.

For all she knew, Maddy had been closer to Louise than she'd known, and was too cut up about it to attend school for a few days. It didn't seem likely, but it was a possibility.

Bailey shivered. The room seemed colder than we she came in. Grabbing her jacket from her bed, she wrapped it around herself and opened her email.

It was the same nonsense that she'd got before, about Rose. Disregarding them completely, she shut down her computer.
A few moments later, Bailey was positively freezing. It's probably just the emails creeping me out, she thought, and decided to go downstairs to make some hot chocolate or something.

As she slid her feet into her warm cosy slippers, her computer screen flashed.

Bailey blinked, alarmed, and peered closer. It flashed again, hurting her eyes.
“Ow!” she mumbled, and rubbed them. When she looked again, the screen was on her email page.

“Impossible...” she whispered. She'd turned it off, hadn't she? Shut it down, and everything, right? One hand reached out, and gently prodded the glass screen, when it flickered again. Bailey cursed, and leapt back onto her bed, landing uncomfortably on her school bag.

Without warning, her light went off, and she was propelled into darkness. Her heart beat erratically, and her breath came in quick breaths.

“Do you wish you had noticed me now?”

The voice wasn't Bailey's own, and sent chills down her spine. It was a harsh, yet soft choked whisper; seeming to come from all around her. Her mouth became dry and she tried to speak, but couldn't. She blinked.

Above the computer screen, a girl's head appeared to be floating there, the long blonde hair waving gently, as if caught in a breeze. The girl was pretty, but her face was twisted into a sad grimace, almost as if she regretted being here.

“I bet you wish you had...” the girl's voice came closer to her, and the rest of her body faintly shimmered.

Bailey felt a wetness between her legs, and realized with faint embarrassment that she had wet herself. “R-...Rose.” She finally managed to croak, and winced at the way her voice twisted around the word.

Rose nodded, her head looming closer to Bailey's.
“I hope for their sake, that your friends notice you.” She whispered, and lifted her pale, transparent arms.

Her cool hands rested on the side of Bailey's tear-streaked cheeks, her grip tight despite the tranparency of her skin. With a last whimper, Bailey tried to turn her face away. Rose shook her head, blonde hair following the movement.

Her hands gripped tighter and then-.

-FIN-

Errr, no, I didn't. ^^; Though it would be good if it was a story about actual writing. I'll space it now.
EDIT: Done.

~*The Bloody Bride*~

One day, a young man came to a small, modest village looking for a wife. He met a quiet, beautiful young maiden from a prestigious family and quickly courted her. On their wedding day, the soon-to-be husband was called away because his sister had become sick with cholera. The maiden shut herself up in her room and waited for him, never removing her wedding dress. After a month, the bride became distraught. Each day, she took a small, sharp dagger and left a deep cut on her flawless, fragile body. Blood dripped onto the floor as she created deep gashes. "Blood represents not only life, but death." she would mutter. "My life has not yet begun until my groom comes for me. The blood is not necessary."
After a few days her once stunning wedding gown was covered in dried burgandy marks, dust, and large rips. She became hysterical, shrieking at the moon at night. She never left her windowside, not even to eat the meals her family routinely left just inside her door, waiting for her lover to return.
Then, one day, he reappeared, with an even more lovely maiden at his side. He had met her when taking care of his sick sister and all but forgotten about the bride he had left behind, planning to marry his new lady. Upon discovering this horrible truth, the bride went mad and lost any remaining sanity she had. She began to slash herself everywhere, and bash her head against the walls of her bedroom. After ten minutes, she lay in a pool of her own blood, still clutching the wilted bouquet that she had refused to relinquish her grip on when her groom had gone away.
Finally she summoned up enough strength to crawl out of her room, and take a large carving knife from the dining table. Her parents tried to stop her, but she would screech like a wounded animal until they released her. Fresh blood was smeared all across her skin, gown, and bouquet, and dripping from her hair by the time she reached the church where her groom was to marry his new love that day. She managed to push open a heavy door, producing a large, ominous creaking sound. The supposed groom and his bride were there at the altar. She crawled slowly to her feet and staggered towards them, then finally stood directly before them. The church was filled with an anxious, uncanny air. The once-beautiful maid screamed a blood-curdling scream and she threw down the wilted, fragile, bloody remains of her bouquet at the groom's feet, much to his and his bride's horror. She tossed her tarnished wedding ring at the bride's forehead, the gem creating a bleeding wound as the woman stagged backward. The blood-drenched bride held up her large knife and slashed her arms and legs, pieces of her veil and gown floating to the ground and landing in a growing pool of blood. Then, in a horrifying stunt that is a wonder still to this day, she slashed open her throat. Somehow still living, she then cut open her chest and ripped out her heart, holding the grotesque, scarlet organ above her head for all to see.
All through this terrifying, gory scene show wore an insane grin on her face. Finally, her life starting to blink out like stars at sunrise, she used her last dying breath to hoarsely whisper, "Blood represents not only life, but death. I have dwindled away my life into my death waiting for your love. Please take my heart." The pool of blood soaked into the hem of her skirt as she spoke, and she held out the heart she had cut from her own body to him. Then she finally collapsed, blood running down her face like tears, and died.
But her soul is not at rest. Shortly after her death, the church was closed for various reasons, all circulating around that fateful day. She haunts this place at night, shrieking and leaving trails of blood wherever she walks, as her undying love has doomed her soul to be restless forevermore. It is said that if two lovers stand at the altar in the black of the night and murmur the two words "I do." she will appear, scream "Blood represents not only life, but death." and rip out both their hearts, dooming them to haunt the church with her for all of eternity.
THE END.

Grotesque, right? I know. At least I got it in on time.

Hey I know not many people entered, but are you gonna decide the winner? sweatdrop