My name's Tara and I'm scared.
About 5 years ago, my mommy's best friend, Ivy, passed away but before that, she was also my best friend. Ever since she died, some strange things has been happening during these past few years, although they've stopped now, the feeling that I experienced those years will never leave my body. I was in Thailand during my school's summer vacation when my mommy called me to tell me the bad news. I cried my eyes out. I came back after a few weeks to visit her grave. I wore a black dress, gave her a red rose; just about everything. As I stood there staring at her grave stone, I wondered how life would be different after this.
That's when everything changed. A few days later, I was half awake when I heard my mommy call for me in my room. She said, "Tara, please help me," and I thought she wanted help with groceries or something, but I feel asleep, she never called me back. I got up around noon time and went to see her in her room and I asked her what she needed help for, but she told me she wasn't even in the house and had arrived a few minutes before I woke up. I thought it was pretty strange, but maybe it might have been a silly dream or something.
A few weeks later, things got even weirder. My mommy buys statues from Thailand and keeps them in the living room for show. At night, I remember going to get some milk when I heard something fall and break, I turned around and saw that there was a statute of a lady broken, coincidentally, Ivy had gotten this for my mommy in Thailand as a birthday gift, a few years before. I told my mommy and she took care of it, the strange thing was, after she left with the pieces, the statue next to it; which was sister of the other one, had fallen and broken as well. But as my mommy looked at this one, we both realized it wasn't broken as much and we decided to piece them together in the morning.
The next day as my mommy and I were piecing the statue back together, I noticed that there was a missing piece. The weird thing was that the missing part was the heart piece that apparently bounded the two statues together. I still didn't think of it as anything even though it was pretty strange.
The next few months, the same thing kept happening, and that was when I became very suspicious and I knew there must be something going on for the same thing to keep happening a billion times afterward.
About three years after, I was yard working outside and I saw what appeared to be a piece of marble. I picked it up and I saw that it was the missing piece to the statue. What was even stranger was that the statue was inside our house. I told my mother about the events and she also started freaking out just as I was. The sound of strange a voice that sounded like my mother but wasn't and items breaking. So I decided to visit Ivy's grave again and ask her what was going on. I guess...
I'll never really know for sure.
Everything stopped happening after that, I'm kind of glad, but all of a sudden, I feel so lonely. It was as if what was scaring me, was my best friend.