NIGHTMARE

                   I am Mystee and after a few weeks ago , I went to my Auntie's house for a sleepover. My Auntie have a daughter but I didn't know her very well. Her name wa Emi. 

                  Emi was like me, very quiet, seldom said anything and hard t interact with others. Her parents went out for anight and we were left alne in the  house. We got changed into our pajamas and as always I wear my jacket with a hood, then we sat around trying to tell ghost stories. The problem was, we didn't know a lot and the ones we know were kind of lame.

                 All of a sudden, Emi perked up. "I know a good website," she said. She opened up her lapop and clicked  on one of the bokmarks. I get near with her and loked at the website. It ha a lot of scary stories from all ver the world. Emi scrolled down the page whilewe stared at the monitor.

               I pointed to one of the stories " What this one?,'' she asked. For a moment, Emi's face changed to a serious frown. "You're not supposedto read that one," she said "Its dangerous." This whole website is creepy,"  said. " Is tis supposed to be for kids?"I asked. "No," Emi replied in a serious tone, "Its definitely not for kids. Some of the stories and gamess are really dangerous... like this one."

               She clicked on the link for one story.It seemed very strange. There was a picture of a woman with long dark hair, but her face was disturbing, it made me  sick to look at it." The text said, "the person who wrote this story is not human".

              "You're  not supposed to listen to this story," said Emi. "So let's not listen and lets just go to bed and sleep," I replied. I had a strange feeling about this site. I mean, where did they get all  these weird stories from and why they collect them?

               Emi didn't take any notice from me. She pressed play on the video and we heard the start of the story. As soon as I heard that weird voice  it freaked me out. I put my hands over my ears and left the room. I waited in the bathroom until it was over. I can't remember the story was all about, but I do recall that it was very short . It seemed more like a poem than a story, but it didn't rhyme.

               When I came back in, Emi had a strange look on her face. "See nothing happened," she asked. 

              Not long after that, we decided to go to bed. We werevery sleepy. Emi got int her bed and lay down of the futon. We turn off the lights and went to sleep.

               In the middle f the night, I was awokn by a strange sound. After a minute r so, I realized it was Emi. She was making small noises in her sleep, like,"hmmm... hmmm....hmmm...". It sounded as if she was having a bad dream.

               "Maybe Emi shouldn't have read that story before going to bed,' I whispered. I tried to go back to sleep,but Emi's moans became louder. Then she  started talking in her sleep. "How did youknow?" she muttered. It must be a weird nightmare.

                After that Emi suddenly got up out of bed. The way she moved was jerky, like a puppet. When I saw that, a cold chill ran down my spine. Emi had her back to me and her head hanging ddown. Her long black hair was covering her face. She just stood there, facing her bed, moaning softly. Slowly, very slowl, she began to turn around.

               "You're not Emi," I said with a panic voice. Emi was still slowly turning. I was trembling uncontollably. I the dim light, I could make out Emi's face as she turned.

                It was Emi's face, but somehow it wasn't. Her skin was pale ang her eyes bugged out abnormally. Her mouth was disorted ad twisted into an evil grimace. It was as if her face had been mixed with the face of somene else... as  if somene else was pretending to be Emi. In a voice that didn't sound human, she  whispered, "I want to know how.''

                I don't remember what happened after that I think I passed out. When I woke up, it was morning. I saw a discarded pair of pajamas. There was no sign of Emi anywher.

               I went downstairs , but the house was empty. I was really freaked  out and the  events of the night before were fresh in my mind. I grabbed my bag and left as fast as I could.

               I tried to call Emi on her mobile, but it was out of range. I tried again and again that afternoon, it was alwaysout of range.

               Later that evening, I called her home phone number and her mom answered. She said she didn't know where Emi was either. I became  more scared. I texted all of the people who can contact to find Emi. But none of them had heard from Emi. It was like she had dropped off the face of the earth.

               I went home to got my laptop and searched the internet for the scary website Emi had been reading. With trembling fingers, I clicked  on the link.

              A noticee came up on the screen, ' This story has been removed," it read, "Do not try to fin this scary story it is too dangerous."