This is the second part of my other story," She Still stands by the Window". In order to get a better understanding of this story, please read the first one.
I was packing up my stuff for college. I just needed to go ahead and get the rest of my things from the attic. I began packing up and occasionally stopped to look at a few memories that would catch my attention. Ever since the morning, I had been up here, searching for items to take with me, so I eventually covered the entire attic as I searched. In one of the corners, below dozens of cardboard boxes was a small, wooden box. In the front, the name MARIE was written in fancy, golden print.
The box had what seemed to be burn marks, and part of it was completely wrecked, but I went ahead and opened it. Inside was a book (apparently a diary) that was in a condition probably as bad as the box. At the very bottom of the box was a doll (or at least that's what I THINK it was) which was in a deformed shape, also with burn marks that were worse than those of the box and diary.
I put the doll and box down and looked at the diary. It was dusty and had the same name, MARIE in the same script as the box. I flipped through the pages - some of them were burned so bad they fell to ashes as I touched them. Others had edges or other places burned, and some more were halfway burned. Every page had at least one minor part that was burned. I decided to take it, along with my stuff, the box, and the doll.
Now, I was heading out the front door and towards my car. I saw something so strange that it will sound like pure nonsense. I placed my things and bags at the back of my car and was about to open the door and head in, when I turned to the tree that the ghost girl had been staring at and saw a small, red flare.Fire.But how? Wouldn't I've smelled the smoke? Wouldn't I've smelled the burning tree? I blinked several times with a frown, and it was all gone!
Now, I opened the door of my car, but stopped when I heard a loud banging sound. I turned to the infamous window, where I thought the sound was emerging. Sure enough, the ghost girl I had seen was banging frantically on the window where I had previously seen her. When she knew she got my attention, the ghost pointed to the tree where I thought I saw the flames. I turned, and smelled the burning wood. There, I saw the fire had extended greatly. It was spreading over to the window and I saw as the girl inhaled the fumes and smoke, then she held her throat and died.
I decided to go in and take a look. I saw no little girl, but there were small hand-marks from where she had been banging. My sister, oh it couldn't have been her... She wasn't at the house at that time.