That House

• Serena Yang, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2016

That house is strange.

Not only is it strange but it's also memorial. I saw my friend Molly in the front yard of that house the other day. She looked petrified. I ran up to her and asked her what was wrong,
"that house..." she mumbled.
What did you see? Who was in there? Where are your parents?

I kept asking her questions but she replied with the same answer
'that house...'
Her face was as pale as a ghost, she stared off into the distance behind me. The hairs on my neck stuck up high, i started to get the chills. I grabbed Molly's arm and dragged her off the yard and onto the pavement.
"Molly! what's going on with you today?" I asked
"I can't leave Max, I need to stay here." replied Molly
"What? Come on let's go" I clutched my hands on her school bag and started walking her to my house.

We were a street away when she whispered something in my ear,
"I don't want to hurt you Max, i need to protect you. I need to protect this world, this universe."
I turned around, her brunette hair was covering her pale white face.
"Hey why are you so down?" I asked
I used my hands to uncover her soft silky hair that ran in between my fingers as i lifted her hair out of her face.

Tears ran down her light-toned face. Her cheeks grew pinker and fuller of spirit

She sat down on the floor and started to cry.
"Hey, are you alright?" I whispered
Molly looked up at me, hair pushed out of her face. Smiled and said,
"I'll miss you, Max."
She started to fade into the surroundings
"Molly!" I exclaimed
I tried to hug her one last time but my hand just went right through.
I collapsed onto my knees and placed my hands on my forehead.
I felt a soft hand stroke my head.
"Shhh..." Molly said.
I looked up tears racing down my face.
She was gone
Molly was gone
The one i thought was just a friend...
Was gone.

But where did she go?