Even Stranger Than That

It started like any other night, my boyfriend and I had laid down to go to sleep. I was still at that groggy stage where I knew what was going on around me, but I just didn't care. That's when I felt a jolt run through my hand, like someone had grabbed me. (I never, ever sleep with anything off the bed. Not my feet, arm, hand, not even a toe. I don't know why tonight was any different.)

I propped myself up on one arm to see what had woken me, and honestly, I wish I hadn't. Sitting right behind my boyfriend was a girl (about 13 years old) with long black hair, paper white skin, and bright almost neon green eyes. She just stared at me with one of those ridiculously big, terrifying smiles that you see in movies involving people who have gone insane. She didn't move or talk, and I just remember thinking that I needed to wake my boyfriend up so he could look at her and tell me I wasn't going crazy myself.

After shaking him a few times he finally wakes up. At first he was kind of pissed because it had to be at least 3 in the morning, but then he said he saw the fear in my eyes, and felt my heart beating in the bed. I broke eye contact with the girl for only a second to tell my boyfriend what had just transpired, but when I looked back up she was gone. At first I just wrote it off as some kind of trick of the eye, and went back to sleep.

Soon morning came, and I went to grab my necklace (which I always sit next to the bed, and its always clasped shut so I don't lose the pendent) but it was gone! I looked on the floor, all through out the room, and bathroom, we looked everywhere for three days straight. Finally, we gave in and figured it would show up.

Well, after we had determined that it was nowhere to be found, we walked into my boyfriend's cousin's room and there, laying in the doorway, his cousin found my necklace. My boyfriend and I were surprised, and even weirder than that, I took a closer inspection of it and it was still clasped shut, but now there was a big knot in the chain. For there to be a knot in it someone would have had to unclasp it, knot it up, and clasp it together again.

Fortunately, that was the last I saw of the girl, but every now and again I'll feel strange, and I'll think of her. Standing behind me. Waiting for something that I don't think will ever happen. Who knows.