Horror 5

I was 9 when this happened. My Mum and Dad had decided to send me to a only girls’ boarding school. I was very excited but frightened at the same time. I had never been to boarding school before, and I was worried about the other girls and how they would talk to me, but I was exteremly curious as well. When I arrived and my parents left, I couldn’t stop crying. I was surprised that lot’s of girls comforted me, and were very kind to me, and I eventually stopped my tearful crying session, and started talking to everyone properly. Before I knew it I had made friends with just about everyone, and all the girls in my dormi were all very friendly and welcoming, but I couldn’t stop myself rushing to the toilets and being sick at night. One night, though, when I had my usual homesick bug, I ran in the toilets and a girl was standing there. She had long, ginger hair that ran down to her waist, and she had ginger freckles covering her nose. Her eyes were bright blue with a hint of green, and she was quite tall. She was brushing her hair with a brown, wooden brush, but stopped when she saw me. I had never seen her in any of my classes so I wondered if she was older then me. “Hello,” I said, then rushed into one of the cubicles. After I had thrown up I cleaned my mouth with a piece of toilet paper, then came out. The girl wasn’t brushing her hair anymore, and she was staring into me. Eventually to break the silence, I said “how long have you been here?”
“7 years,” the girl repiled. I was surprised she had been here for so long. “I love your hair,” I said, “I like how its so long.” “Thanks,” The girl answered, with a smile on her face. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Jennifer,” she said. “Hi, Jennifer. I’ve not seen you before. Why-” “I like spending time on my own,” Jennifer interupted. “Oh…” I said. “Well I better get back to my dormi, which one are you in?” I asked, but Jennifer didn’t reply. She just walked out of the toilets. I followed her outside, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. So I just went back to my dormi and went into bed. The next day I asked my friend, Lilly, if she had heard of anyone in the school called Jennifer. “No,” Lilly replied with a frown on her face. “I mean, theres a girl called Jennifer in my gymnastic and swimming class, but she has blonde hair, not ginger, and she certinetly doesn’t have freckles.” Seeing the look of surprise on my face, Lilly went to ask the owner of the school, Ms Young, if there was anyone in the school called Jennifer with ginger hair, and when she came back, I saw the look of fright on her face. “There was a Jennifer with ginger hair before in this school, but she had arrived when the school had just been built, and that was 20 years ago. She had gone to the toilets one night and had mysteriously dissapeared. The teachers had never found her, but had claimed when they had walked inside a brown, wooden brush was lying on the floor…”
I have never been inside those toilets again alone.



by Lizzie