The Night of Nights
It was a dark, cloudy night.
Nadia Davidson, Nina Davidson, Isabel Waters, Bertha Waters, and Albert Davidson had bought a mansion with their combined money, and on the first night they stayed there, Nadia heard footsteps upstairs. She said, "Bee, we need to see if anyone's up there."
Bertha said, "OK, let’s go."
When they got upstairs, they heard a voice say, "You have one hour to leave, or you will all be dead in five days."
Bertha and Nadia were frightened, but they had put all their money into the house, so they couldn't leave. When they got back downstairs, they told the rest of the crew; they started to laugh and said sarcastically, "Yeah, and Frankenstein exists, too, right?" Bertha and Nadia thought about it for a minute and just started laughing, too, thinking they were hearing things.
The next day, on the way to school, Albert crashed into a tree; he died later that day. Nadia and Bertha got scared, because it was so weird after what they thought they heard the voice in the house say, but the other girls said no, were gonna be fine. Then, the next day at school, there was a drive-by; Bertha got shot and died in the hospital that night. Nadia got even more scared, and tried to convince the girls to move, but the two remaining girls refused. The following day, Nadia got in a fight at school and one of the girls she was fighting with pulled out a gun and shot her. Nadia ended up dying at the scene.
The last two girls were still trying to tell themselves nothing was going to happen, but then the next day, Nina heard Nadia’s voice in the restroom stall. She went to check it out. She went in and the restroom stall locked. She screamed! But no sounds were heard. She was later found that day … hanging in the stall. There was only one girl left—Isabel. Isabel went insane. She cut herself, then poisoned her water, and died soon after.
All five spirits still haunt that mansion to this day, and the same horrible incidents repeat, over and over, their spirits trapped in an endless, hellish circle.
