The Boy’s Last Confession by Anna R.

I wake up sweating underneath my bed covers. I hear the noise again that has woken me up. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and slip into my slippers. The noise starts to get louder as I take each step towards the door. I feel I am sweating once more as I reach my hand forward towards the door. I clasp the handle and turn it. The door makes a squeaking noise as I pull it towards me. I look out onto the forest. I can see no one on this dark and foggy night. I check one more time before I come to the conclusion that I was tired and it was making me hear things. I close the door and turn around and there it is, on the table, the knife that will haunt me forever.

After a few moments of staring at it, I decide to reach out and grasp the handle. I bring it down to my side and look around the kitchen to see how it could have gotten there. I am puzzled. I thought to my self that nothing can just appear out of nowhere. Someone must have put it there, and that means someone is in the house. I started to panic. With the knife held high I start walking around the house, trying to find the culprit. It takes a total of fifteen minutes for me to search the house. I found no one.

“Hello is anybody there!” I call out to the open house. “If you don’t leave I will call the police right now!” Still I received no answer. I guess I must have left the knife there and I can’t remember it, I thought. I concluded that I was going crazy, so I threw the knife in a drawer, and walked up the towering stairs to my bedroom. I jumped right into my bed, and turned to my side to look at the green glowing digital clock on my night stand. It was 5:00am, this little night escapade cost me an hour of my sleep. Since I had to wake up in only thirty minutes I unwillingly got back out of the bed. Man, what a morning this was turning out to be.

As the hot water poured on my face, I lost the thought of the knife and was only thinking of the presentation I had to make at work. I felt refreshed after the shower, even if it was only for a second. I still had to get stuff ready for my presentation, and I couldn’t find my lucky pen. I looked everywhere for it. The last place that was left to look was drawer with the knife. I hesitated a little, but I remembered I had to find my pen. I pulled the drawer open. There was good news and bad news. I found my pen no problem. The bad news was the knife was gone. I spun around as quickly as I could. There, in the same place as it had been previously, was the knife.

I felt like I was going to be sick. This was not normal for a knife to do this. Maybe, I thought, this was the workings of a ghost. It could be true. Nobody ever proved there were no such things as ghosts. Most people just didn’t believe in them. This was my only conclusion besides a mass murderer hiding in my cupboard just trying to freak me out. Somehow, I thought it was more plausible to have a ghost then a mass murderer after me. I thought of all the ghost shows I’ve seen, and the most logical answer that kept coming into my head was to free the ghost from what ever was keeping it from the after life.

I jumped on the computer to scan for any recent deaths in the area. Nothing popped out at me that could have been the murder. I then started to look for not so recent deaths. I saw the perfect murder. The article said:

Just yesterday afternoon in a small town called Boxboro, a young male has been found dead. His name was Jim Groundswell. Police found his body lying on a table, having been stabbed multiple times. There was an investigation on this murder, and girlfriend, Jenny Hinkle, has been charged with murder and awaits the trial………

Everything started to make since. The knife, the table, it was all linked to this murder. I had to think of a plan. I had to free this ghost, or it will haunt me forever.

“Jim!” I called out into my house,”I know you are there. Why are you haunting me? Are you trying to tell me something? Please explain these things, maybe I can help you.” All of a sudden it got cold; it was as if I went right into the Artic weather. I turned around to face the table, and there sitting on it was a young man. “Jim?” I asked. The figure nodded its head up and down. “What do you want me to do? How can I help you move on?”

He started to open his mouth. I could hear a faint word coming through his mouth. “Jenny……” I then realized he was talking about his girlfriend that had killed him.

“What do you want with Jenny? Isn’t she the one that killed you?” His head started to shake from left to right. I finally understood, she didn’t kill him, but if she didn’t who did.

As if he was reading my mind he said, “I did.”

With those last words he disappeared. My guess was that all he needed to do was clear his girlfriend’s name. He wanted to die without the guilt of someone, who he loved, taking the blame for what he did. I thought it was sweet of what he did. I was now happy for him that he could move on. I only thought about it for a minute though, because I was sprinting out the door to work.