The Red Ribbon
I am sitting in a plain-colored classroom staring at the black-and-white clock in front of the room. I can hear the loud ticking noises as the minute hand is moving closer and closer to the ten. The binging noise fills the air as my classmates gather their books and head out the door. When I reach the door, my boyfriend, Matt, is standing outside waiting for me. We rush to our white and red lockers, gather our backpacks and walk towards Matt’s black hummer.
As we pull into my cobblestone driveway, a moving van is parked in the driveway next to mine. No one has lived there since the mysterious murder of Tommy Felting. Everyone assumed it was the single mother who was placed in the local psych ward.
When Matt and I reach the front door of my house, we saw a slim, pasty white girl with long brown hair pick up a box and head into the old house. Her hair was tied back with a red ribbon, a style that I haven't seen in ages. When we enter my house, the warming smell of lavender fills my nose. I would call my house an average house, but, according to everyone else, it is as beautiful as a mansion. Matt and I enter the spotless kitchen for some snacks. This amazing room used to be the busiest room in the house when my mom was alive. She passed away three years ago in a terrible plane crash. After we were done eating, I thought it would be a good idea if we would make cookies for our new neighbors. My brother, Jeremy walked into the kitchen just as we started baking. Jeremy is a year younger than me, and we are total opposite. He is shy and quiet and, on the other hand I am loud and outgoing. I hear the door burst open, and the sound of my father's boots walking on the tile floor catches my attention. My father is head detective of the town. Ever since my mom passed away, he has been working a lot. The timer for my cookies chimed in my ears. Matt and I then packaged them up and walked towards the neighbor’s house.
As we climbed up the rickety old steps, the door opened and the pasty white girl from before is standing in the door frame. She has a shocked and confused look on her face as I start to talk.
"Hi, my name is Abby Gilbertson, and I live next-door. My boyfriend Matt and I ”, I glanced over to Matt, "thought it would be a nice welcome to make you cookies.” Matt hands the plate over to the now-smiling girl.
"Thank you. That is very kind of you. My name is Molly."
Matt speaks up and says, "Nice to meet you, Molly! Where are you moving from?"

"Washington, the state," replies Molly.
“Did you hear of the killings there?" Matt questioned.
"No I have not!" Molly snapped. She now begins to fidget with the plate in her hands and says, "Well I better finish unpacking! I will be attending school tomorrow. I hope to see you there.”
I quickly asked before she turned "What grade are you going to be in?"
"I will be enrolling as a senior."
"Oh great! Me and Matt are also seniors. See you at school tomorrow. "
"Thanks again for the cookies.” Molly then turns and walks through the wooden door frame and closes the door slowly. Matt and I headed back over to my house. I had a weird feeling that I was being watched and slowly turn my head. I saw in the window a small figure with a red ribbon in her hair.
***
The next three months of school passed by quickly and it is now time for the class trip. The last activity we do as a class is go to a campground ten miles out of town located in the woods. The camp ground has many small cabins. We are split up into four people per cabin. When we arrived we are put into rooming groups. I have Molly, Brooke and Leah in my cabin. When I walk into the cabin there was only one bed left. It was the one right next to Molly’s.
I told my roommates that I was going to go eat with Matt and will be gone for a few hours. When I reach Matt’s cabin he's already on the porch waiting for me and we walk hand-in-hand to the cafeteria. After an hour, we decided to go for a stroll through the woods. We quickly run back to my cabin to get a jacket and no one is there. I wonder where they are but then quickly forget about it and head back outside to Matt. We quickly hiked into the woods so no one would see us. After five minutes of maneuvering through the tall trees, we see two dirt mounds on the hillside. We decide to investigate the piles. When we are closer to them, we see a hand sticking out of the dirt. I gasp and reach for my slim iPhone to call my dad. Matt carefully uncovers the body. We recognize it! It is Brooke. He moves to the next pile and it is Leah. We run back to the campground and the police are already there. I direct my father in the general area as I felt a drop of cold water on my hot cheek. Matt and I head back to our cabins as directed. As I open the cabin door, Molly runs and gives me a hug.
"I was worried sick about you! When I heard that Brooke and Leah were found dead I ran to the cafeteria and you weren't there."
"Sorry, I was with Matt, I went to for a walk in the woods.”
“You shouldn't go into the woods!" Molly barked "It is dangerous. Stay in the cabin. "
The cracking sound of thunder overhead filled my ears as the lights flicker. I felt a drop of liquid on my face. We decide to go to bed after all the cops left. A few hours later, I am awakened by distance screams. First I think I am hearing things but then I look over to Molly bed and she is gone. I run outside and noticed no one is here. I look around with the full moon being my only light, and follow the footprints in the mud. I follow them and it leads to the brim of the woods. I hear Matt’s voice yelling my name. I start running towards his voice when lightning strikes and I see over 50 dirt mounds covering the hillside. My eyes spot matt on the top of the hill tied to the base of a tree. The next flash of lightning I thought I saw a slim figure watching me. I quickly sprinted to Matt and untied him. He is gushing blood out of his side. I help him stand to his feet and ask him if he is okay.
"Yes, I am. I already called the police and they’re on their way,” Matt whispered.
“Who is doing this?" I question.
Matt quivered the name. "Molly."
The next flash of lightning I see Molly with her red ribbon in her hair and a blood dripping knife at her side. I hear sirens and peoples voices yelling for us. Matt slowly passes out in my blood covered arms. In next flash of lightning, Molly is not to be seen. She is a monster.
The EMTs arrived and lift Matt on a stretcher and bring him to the hospital. I see my dad and I run and give him a huge hug with saltwater tears running down my face.
"It was Molly, Dad. It was Molly." He then takes me to the hospital to get checked out.
***

After a long summer has passed, Matt has recovered from the stab and the blood loss. When the police came to get Molly's parents the house was cleaned out and they were gone. We had a big funeral for everyone in our grade. Matt and I were the only survivors. We both decided to go to you UMD in Minnesota for college.
One fall afternoon Matt and I decided to go for a stroll around campus. We passed a cute little coffee shop and peered in the window. We both saw a slim pasty white girl with long brown hair tied back with a red ribbon.