It’s been twenty years since my two younger brothers and my murder. I could remember it so vividly, every memory is still intact. It was a foggy night on Halloween, I was twelve at the time and both my brothers were five. We were walking down the street towards our house after gathering sweets from other people in our neighborhood. 
My brothers had dressed as dinosaurs--Tyrannosaurus Rex’s to be specific--and I had dressed as a ghost, ironically.
“Emma! Emma! Come on we’re getting more candy!” They shouted joyfully wagging their dinosaur tails and running up and down the street.
“Okay!” I yelled back still laughing at the ridiculous jokes they had told me recently.
We were all hyper from the candy that we had eaten, we were laughing about every possible joke in existence. Even the dumbest jokes ever.
We turned at Camille Lane. It was a gloomy place because most of there weren’t any people who lived in the houses we were passing. It was just full of despair. 
There was a girl in our neighborhood, Rosie, who absolutely despised of us. She had blonde hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. She was popular in our school district and everyone knew her. We didn’t know why she hated us, maybe it was because we all had the same huge stormy gray eyes. Maybe it was because we were all obnoxious. I might have a suggestion as to why she decided to murder us. She was struggling with psychotic issues. I didn’t know exactly what I just heard that she was somewhat mentally ill. I guess loud, obnoxious, joyful people annoyed her.
She walked with a knife in her right hand that was clearly shaking. She was so tall standing next to me even though I was five feet tall. She was much older than me at the age of sixteen, and was probably in her sophomore year of high school. What frightened me the most is that she didn’t actually look human. Her eyes were exchanged for pools of a black liquid and blood was spilling from her mouth. She had a small cut on the top of her forehead that a gross green slime was flowing over top of it. She bared inhumanely serrated teeth and held up her knife to slice the flesh of either my brothers or me. 
“Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs so someone would hear my cries.
As soon as Rosie heard me she turned around and just stared at me. Then slowly in an eerie way she walked towards me and my brothers. We
“Hello, Emma, it’s nice to see you again.” She said her voice distorted in the most disturbing way. It was the cross between a little girl’s and hers. I broke out of my thoughts when she stabbed me right in the stomach. Just holding the knife in my gut I saw her dark black eyes shimmer as if she was excited.
Gasping for breath I fell right to the concrete floor and saw my own blood spill onto the ground. My brothers tried to rush to my side, but she just speared them, this time in the hearts. Panic overtook me as I cried to myself trying to sit up and help my brothers. My hands covered in someone’s blood, whose I couldn’t identify.
“How do you know my name?! Who are you?!” I bawled hoping that someone would come and save me.
“So many questions so little time.” She replied with an added creepiness to her voice.
With all my known strength I shrieked, “Help! Someone help me!” 
She hissed and left quickly before the police could even catch a glimpse of her. As the light left both of my brothers silver eyes I knew that they were dead, and I would be soon despite all of the medical efforts. I cried in silence to myself as I lay there drowning in a pool of my own blood wondering where I would be taken next. Little did I know that I would be taken from the warm embrace of my parents and little brothers to a place full of torturous cold, and a place so lonely you have a…interesting personality? 
Promising myself I would take my revenge on, Rosie, I devised a plan. A devilish plan to be exact. I wanted to make her feel my pain, oh I wanted to see her suffer for all that she had done to me. I needed to look at her terrified face as I killed the people who mattered to her most. To be honest I couldn’t wait to do this, after all I had waited twenty years for the perfect time. Now that time had come and I was ready. To be honest I am I little psychotic, but you can’t blame me. I’ve been cooped up in a Ghost dimension for years.
First I needed to find out where she lived, after that I would wait until three o’clock to strike. I searched everywhere until I finally found it, a little house in a small town. The house was a mildly pink color and I wasn’t surprised when I found pictures of her with a small child. I got distracted and looked at a picture of her standing with her husband, I guessed that he was in the army because he wearing a military suit. When I saw that she was having a life abundant in joy I got a little jealous. She was responsible for the murder of three people yet she had an amazing life. I looked at all of the education she had, she seemed to have graduated from Oxford and was an editor. Not only was she pretty, she was smart, she was successful but still got away with taking the lives of three innocent people.
Even more infuriated I searched for her room knowing that she would not live to see sunrise. I paced through the house searching for Rosie, but then I saw it another me. Confused, I walked towards my other self and waved. In unison the other me waved back, that was when I realized that it was a mirror. With curiosity I scanned what was my reflection, I think that I had aged a day. I was wearing the same costume that I had worn the day I died. I looked at my face and saw the same eyes as my younger brothers. Trauma enveloped me as I stared into my own eyes, thinking of that day when I saw life pass from both my brothers’ eyes. I instead focused on my unnaturally pale skin--that of course looked like a ghost’s. I remembered why I was in the house and searched for Rosie once again. I looked at a door that had drawings all over it. They reminded me of when I had a family, when I was happy. The hand-made pictures were incredibly messy and out of order, all of the chaotic writing spelled out: We love you Mommy! We love you Daddy! Not being able to take it any longer I pushed the door open, but in a silent way.
“Finally! I found her.” I whispered to myself. Like I told you, after being alone for twenty years you may go insane. She was alone. Perfect. Slightly entertained I watched her lay in her bed, she was as quiet as a mouse. I chuckled and a small grin crept across my face as I tiptoed to her bed.
“Hi, Rosie.” I said creepily wanting to scare her.
The girl awoke, after looking around the room groggily she turned in my direction. She looked exactly the same to me only a little older.
“Tommy,” she started, “Go back to sleep---.” She froze, apparently she recognized my face.
“Remember me?” I asked smirking. It sounded a little creepier than I had originally thought it would have, but I couldn’t turn back now.
“Emma?” She squeaked with confusion. “Why are you here?” 
Amused I said, “It’s a good thing you know my name otherwise tonight wouldn’t be very pleasant.”
She sat there just paralyzed by shock. I started to snicker but stopped when I heard a “Creak!” coming from the door. Once again I smiled mischievously as a plan spontaneously came to my mind.
“Mommy? Is Daddy home?”
“Tommy! Go to back to bed!” Rosie said hastily, the panic was evident on her facial expressions.
My eyes skimmed, Tom, and well...he didn’t look like his mom, he in fact looked the complete opposite of his mother. He was very small and I had dark hair that shadowed his eyes. I tend to never make eye contact with humans, this human was different. I gazed into his eyes and they were a dark gray, and they almost looked like...my brothers. I broke from my thoughts and smiled at him with serrated teeth. Unsurprisingly, he was frightened and started to cry. It was so sad that I would have to silence the poor boy. Then I guess he’d be better off without a mother like Rosie.
I walked towards him with anger, he started bawling and screaming.
“No! Stop! Please, he didn’t do anything. PLEASE!” She yelped. “I’m sorry.”
I whisked around in utter amazement of her nerve, for that was the last straw.
“You’re sorry!?” I shrieked out of anger, “YOU’RE sorry?! For what? Killing my brothers in front of me as my last memory?! No! You’re not sorry!” I yelled. “How dare you! How dare you!”
“Killing your brothers? I never did anything of the sort!”
“Yes you did don’t deny it!” I retorted so loud it almost brought me to tears.
I grabbed, Tom, in my arms, but nothing told me what was going to happen next. His little body shivered and shook with such extremity I dropped him. He was on the floor gasping for air as an odd black liquid oozed from his mouth. His eyes got darker and darker until all you could see was the shape of his eyes, anything else was lost in the black holes. I screamed, Rosie screamed, we both shrieked as, Tom, turned vicious and grabbed ahold of my throat. He was really little, but strong to my surprise. It was like he was possessed. 
You can’t really choke a ghost, so I just phased through his hands as he growled and then kept running in my direction. Screaming uncontrollably he fell to the floor and went out cold.
“What did you do?” Rosie yelled running over to his little body that shook like he was having a seizure.
After two to three minutes, Tom was silent, you could no longer hear his breathing.
“This was the perfect chance.” I thought to myself. Rosie was sobbing and not paying attention to me. I saw a collection of vases on top of the dresser near her. They looked heavy and seemed to be made up of rocks, glass, and clay. Since I didn’t have a weapon with me I decided to sweep the vases off the dresser and onto her head.
Rosie screamed and then an unearthly quiet filled the room as I looked at her dead body on the ground. Blood was pouring from her head and there was a shard of glass that had punctured her neck. I felt satisfied, but at the same time I didn’t. I wasn’t living happily ever after when I took my revenge. I left the room, my heart pouring with angry tears. I would most likely never see my brothers again. So I left the human world to spend time with myself all alone.
         As soon as I arrived a face appeared in the vast desolate place called the Supernatural dimension. It was a little girl’s face. You would think that all children have some innocence, this girl wasn’t a normal child at all. She had matted black hair and pale skin sort of like mine. Shivers went up my spine as I looked at her face. She had a little scrape on her temple that was oozing with green goo, her eyes had no color they were just big black holes. She looked exactly like, Rosie, the day I died. She was wearing a short blue jumper and little boots but they were clearly stained by dark blood. She held an unkempt doll in her left hand that was also encrusted with blood a rustic color. I noticed that she had long yellow fingernails that were as sharp as daggers.
“Hello, Emma, it’s nice to see you again.” She said her voice young and distorted. She smiled strangely and showed her sharp serrated teeth.
         I lost my nerve and started hyperventilating. That is exactly what Rosie said, word for word.
         “Who are you?! What do you want?!” I asked backing away knowing she could actually hurt me in this realm.
         “So many questions so little time.” She replied.
         I walked away even faster. Then I ran as fast as I could.
         “You know you can’t escape me.” She announced.
         I screamed because she was closer to me than she ever had before.
         “Leave me alone!” I wailed trying my best to flee.
         She became angry and dropping her ragged doll she lunged towards me and sunk her long fingernails into my chest. The pain lasted for a few seconds than everything was darker than a night without stars.