Her... (Part 2!)

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Her... ( Part 2!) Next thing I knew was that my hands were tied behind my back, and my feet were tied up too. I had tape on my mouth to keep me from screaming for help. I was sitting in the bathroom, on the toilet. Yes, with the cover on. David was too foolish to try and tie me up. I stood up, I could because he hadn’t tied me up to the seat. Then I put my hand at the back of my shin and sat back down. Then I pulled my hands out. David hadn’t at all though about doing anything to my fingertips and I ripped the tape of my mouth. “ MUUUM!!! DAADD!! HELP ME!!! I’M IN THE BATHROOM!!!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, I hopped to the door and unlocked it from the inside, so they could get my free. It was easier as I expected. Mum came rushing in and unlocked the door from the outside. Then when she saw me, she drenched herself in tears. “ Who did this to you?” she cried, but in a whisper. “Oh mum, get me free! Please! Then I’ll explain!” I replied, horrified seeing her crying like that. Mum went to grab the strongest scissors that cut through the ropes like it was paper. “ Emily… let’s get you to one of the rooms , come on, quickly, I want every detail.” Mum said worriedly. Mum’s eyes grew wide as I explained. “I think… I think Her’s spirit … is in … David.” I finally spat out. “ I mean… she went for David first, like putting her hand on him, and I think she made eye contact with him when she smashed the plate.” I said shivering. “That’ll explain Her, lying on the floor motionless” Mum said finding lots of interest in her dress. I felt so bad for mum. She was trying her hardest but getting nowhere. “Ok, darling stay in this room and keep the door locked, I’m calling David over” Mum said, breaking the silence. She moved my curly ginger hair behind my ear and kissed me on the forehead, I just nodded. After she left, I got up and locked the door. I got my phone, which was still in my pocket. I went google, then, I searched up ‘Her’ , lots and lots of images showed up, exactly the way she looked. But I was more interested in the history of Her, it said ‘Her is a spirit who goes house to house along Ireland, she died in the country because of her family, who only had her brother and father, her mother had died while giving birth to her. After as soon as she turned 10, her brother and father started torturing her in many ways until one night, she died of depression. Her real name is unknown, but her initials are E.J.H.’ I read horrified; those were my initials. I kept reading. Now she haunts the happiest families because she’s jealous. She wishes she could’ve had a better childhood. The way she looks now, was never the way she looked, in fact, she was so beautiful that the king wanted his son to marry her as soon as she turned 18. She was pleased. Not because she wanted to be rich, have the nicest dresses, and get to be queen one day, oh no, she was happy that she could get away from her brother and father one day, but that one day never came . This story was horrid! I’ve read many horror stories in my life but didn’t expect my life to turn into one! And the stuff I just read, that was enough to make me lay down and close my eyes a bit, just a bit… I won’t fall asleep, no I won’t...