The Legend of Eliza

 In the mist that covered the ground, a young girl sat crying, her face red. She looked through her tears at a grave.

 "Oh Eliza!" she moaned. "Why did you have to leave?" she continued, then she broke down into tears, and fell to the ground which was covered in dead grass which signified the atmosphere under it. Death.

 Looking up at the crumbling gravestones, and the darkness of the old cemetery, her eyes encountered an enormous archway that was once beautiful. It was now as dead as everything else in the miserable graveyard.

 It seemed like the sun; the only ray of hope, was too afraid to rise. The girl held her head in her hands, crying hysterically.


 Suddenly, there was a crack that sounded behind her.

 "I-is anyone there?" she inquired warily.

 "Misery" a low voice hissed,

 "Who's there?" the girl cried, terrified. Suddenly, a high pitch screaming interrupted the silence of the dead.

 "Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!" the girl demanded.

 "Mary..." The voice whispered. A moment of silence passed, "Mary!" it repeated, louder this time. The girl's eyes widened.

 "H-how do you know my name? Who are you?"

 "It's me, Mary" the voices whispered. "Eliza"

 A girl walked out of the forest. Falling over her face, hiding her eyes and all of her other features, her hair hung straight and black as the night. She was wearing an old nightie, made of lace. It was the same nightie that Eliza had worn the night she was brutally murdered. Mary's breath caught.

 "E-Eliza?" Mary whispered, her face a mask of shock.

 Eliza ghosted towards Mary. She laid her hand gently on her own grave. Mary rose slowly. Eliza whirled around and faced Mary.

 "Your fault!" she croaked, sounding like a dying frog. Eliza pulled out a hunting knife, stained with dry blood. A horrible laugh erupted from Eliza's lips, as she stalked forward, and raised the knife. Mary backed away, new tears falling from her crystal-blue eyes. Eliza grabbed Mary's neck with an in-human force, and brought the knife slowly to Mary's throat. The cold blade touched her sweaty neck. One movement, and she could be dead.

 "Your fault that I died! Baba Yaga doesn't forgive!" Eliza exclaimed.

 "Baba Yaga?" Mary breathed. But then Eliza leaned to Mary's ear,

 "Goodbye, sister!" she said, and then the knife slid across Mary's neck.


 Eliza stepped out of the dark forest into a small village in the countryside of England in 1901. It was night, so not many people saw her glide across the dirt road.

 There were loads of small cottages, surrounded by flowers and grass. Eliza laughed darkly to herself.

 "More people that I would've thought." She muttered.


I awoke with a gasp. Sweat ran down my face. I looked around at my tiny room, covered in darkness.

 "What a dream."  exclaimed to myself. Slowly, I rose from my bed. I walked to the small window that looked out at the long pathway where Eliza would've been in my dream. A sigh escaped from my lips.

 Dawn was close to arriving, so I decided to go into the kitchen.

 "Peter?" my mother called. "Is that you?"

 "Yes, it's me" I replied. I made some porridge and scarfed it down, not giving myself time to taste it. I then set off for school.


 Eliza stood outside a small cottage. A teenage boy was sleeping restlessly.

 "Baba Yaga! No!" he exclaimed in his sleep. Eliza lifted her scarred hand to the window. Suddenly, he gasped and threw himself into a sitting position, now awake. Eliza quickly hid behind the wall next to his window. He turned his head to look, but didn't see her. He then went into the kitchen. Eliza would be here tonight.


 A knock woke me from yet another nightmare. I looked towards my window and thought I saw a figure of a girl. I blinked and she disappeared.

 "H-hello? Who's there?" I stuttered. I whirled around just as a croaky voice answered,

 "Death!" it whispered, and the word rang in my ears. Was I still dreaming? I looked at the black darkness in the back of my grimy room, just as a figure slowly stepped out of it.

 Wide eyed, I stared at her face, which was hidden by her black hair. My eyes widened. Eliza. Consciousness failed me, as darkness replaced it.


 I woke in a dark room, chained to a stone wall. I tried to stand, but failed as my legs quivered. I was sprawled out on the uncomfortable stone ground. I looked up to see that the chain that bound me had fallen off of the hook on the wall. I got up, and kicked the oak door down. I stepped warily into a dark corridor. I ran as fast as I could. But then I ran into her. Eliza. The last thing I said was,

 "Please!" And then I ceased to exist.


 But you can never know when Eliza kills you. Because when she does. She's never finished. her biddings are yours to do. Even in death...


The End

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