Scary Story

            Clink, clink, clink, her milk bottles went as she carried them through the town. Every day at the same time Luis would drop off all the ordered milk to the people of the Holind Island. She was thirteen years old and considering the circumstances was the sweetest girl in town. She was innocent, kind, and loved her job of delivering the milk. It had been her job ever since her sister had mysteriously disappeared three years previously, passing unto her the role. When she was ten years old, her sister Joy disappeared. She was a kind girl just like Luis and out of the blue she disappeared. It was the biggest news Holind had heard of in years.  There was no real evidence of who did it or where she went but with Holind being a small town, everyone had someone to blame. Time passed and people moved on but Luis never moved on. She never forgot and never stopped looking for who she thought took her sister. She knew that her sister wouldn’t leave on purpose. Joy loved her home and her family. There was one man that Luis thought maybe would have done it, but she had no reason as to why he would do it. He was an older man of about 59 years of age and he never seemed to socialize with anybody. Luis had noticed Joy’s fascination with him the months prior to her disappearance. Joy would talk to Luis about him. How he was such an odd man and always seemed mad about something. He always gave Luis the creeps but Joy could never get enough of him. She would go spy on him every day after school to try and figure out what event had made him so mad. The day that Joy had disappeared had been a dreadfully rainy day. It was thundering, lightning, and was a torrential downpour. Luis begged Joy to not go to the old man’s house that day but she would not listen. She did not listen and because of that never returned home that day. Luis tried for months and months after that to find her sister, but she never did. But everyday she could feel herself getting closer and closer to her sister’s perpetrator. One day when Luis was walking home from school she decided to take the path that her sister always took. This path gave her a bad felling but she pushed herself along.  On one of the trees along the path she discovered a marking that looked as if in her sister’s handwriting. Then, she saw another one, and another one. She followed this path, never looking as to where she was going until she found herself right in front of his house. As soon as she realized this, she panicked and tripped over her own shoes; her mind moving faster than her feet could. As she was getting up she looked at the house and found that the man was staring at her through the upstairs winder. She looked once more and he was gone. Where could he have gone in such a short time? She scrambled to her feet and started running. But she did not get very far, for there the old man waited for her with his evil eyes that she always despised fixed on her, and she knew that this was her end. She did not feel the pain that the old man inflicted upon her. She decided to put her mind elsewhere. She dreamed of the wonderful things she loved in life and of her sister and how she would soon be with her. As she lay there taking her final breaths, she whispered to the man that she would come back to haunt him. He laughed at her, but she knew that she wasn't joking. She had made up her mind right then and there that she was going to make him pay.

            The police never found Luis’s body and the old man made sure of that. He hid it somewhere where he could always keep track of it. Under the house, in a chest buried far into the ground lay Luis. The old man prided himself on his hiding place; it was right under the police’s noses. He never took the smirk off his face until one night he heard the clink, clink, clinking of milk bottles. He blamed the noise on different things only to rest his mind. But, as he lay in bed he felt the presence of someone appear and the warm breath of Luis as she whispered into his ears, “I told you I’d come back.”