Creative+Writing

One rainy day, Sylvia was doing her regular, everyday things. She would go for a run, clean up her apartment, go to work, and maybe some time in there she would do something for fun. But that morning she was interrupted by a phone call from an unusual phone number. She reluctantly answered the phone and a sweet old lady voice said, “Hi this is Sylvia right?” “Umm, yes this is” ,she replied. “I’m your great Aunt Martha. I used to babysit you when you were small.” Sylvia thought this was quite strange because she was sure she knew all of her relatives and Martha wasn’t one of them. “Oh, I don’t recall meeting you before,” Sylvia said after a few seconds. “Probably not dear. We haven’t seen each other in quite some time, but I am moving to your town and I was wondering if I could stay with you?” “Well I don’t know... Wait, how do you know where I live and my phone number?!” “I... umm... I knew that you lived in New York as a child so I assumed you still did so I... uhh... searched you in the phonebook... Yeah that’s what I did.” “Oh uuh okay... But I don’t really know if you can stay with me” said Sylvia uncertainly. “Oh don’t worry I won’t stay with you for long! Please I have no where else to stay I’ll end up on the street!” cried Martha. “Well I guess you could for a few weeks...” said Sylvia feeling kind of bad for her. After that they made arrangements to meet. “That was soooo weird,” Sylvia thought out loud. A few days later Sylvia walked into Starbucks where she would meet her great Aunt Martha. She waited for a few minutes when she saw an old lady walk through the door. She had long white hair, pale face, very wrinkly skin and white dirty old lady clothes. They stayed and talked for awhile and the next day Martha moved in. She had seemed a little bit strange to Sylvia when she first moved in with her. Sylvia woke up in the middle of the night to find Martha glaring at her at the foot of her bed. At first she jumped then said “Umm... your staying... in the... uhhh.... guest room not here Auntie...” She said shakily. But Martha did not move a single inch but just stayed there, glaring at her and not even blinking. After a few minutes of horror Sylvia told her to leave her room right now and Martha started to walk out of her room not breaking eye contact.

That morning Sylvia wondered of whether that was a dream or not and started to re-think letting her stay at her house. “What a crazy woman and I don’t even know her! I should’ve never let her stay here” mumbled Sylvia. That afternoon when she came back from work Sylvia was acting pleasant and happy again and even offered to make her dinner.

They went through the whole afternoon and evening without any weirdness when later on in the night Sylvia heard a knock on her bedroom door. She thought that Martha was probably just wondering where she kept the shampoo or something but when she opened the door she found Martha laying upside down on the floor glaring at her again. Sylvia screamed then told Martha to get up and leave her house but Martha did not even flinch when she spoke. After a few minutes of screaming at her Sylvia tried to nudge her aunt but then she bit Sylvia. At this point she was totally horrified so she just went back in her room and locked the door.

That morning Martha was acting normal again but this time Sylvia knew that last night was real. After breakfast Sylvia went to the cops and searched everywhere for information on Martha and she ended up finding out that Martha has killed people before and was in a mental institution until she went missing a few months ago. Sylvia went to the mental institution and told them about everything and that Martha needed to come back here.

Later on that day, Sylvia came home to her Martha-free apartment and went to bed for a restful sleep. That night Sylvia woke up to banging on her bedroom door and she screamed. She was scrambling for her phone to call 911 but the door burst down and it was... Martha. “YOU BETRAYED ME!!!’ Martha screamed in rage. “You’re supposed to be in the institution!” cried Sylvia Shakily. Then Martha ran toward her...

Later on, they found Sylvia laying down on her bed in a sleeping position, with a tiny bouquet of flowers in her hand. She was obviously dead, but how did she die? No one knows. The police found no trace of Martha ever being there and there was no harm done to Sylvia’s body shown in the autopsy. Was Sylvia murdered? Or maybe Sylvia was the crazy one. But either way Martha was never found and her death forever remained a mystery...

**The end**

By the way Mrs. Stecher this is 2 pages long it just wouldn't let me post the file so I just had to copy paste.