Will O' the Wisp

Will o' the Wisp

I was walking down a muddy trail in Scotland, the dumbest place to vacation.  I had lost my boyfriend and little sister, and was thinking about how stupid it was, when I heard a noise.

It was a high pitched moan, and I turned to see a girl about thirteen years old. She was very pretty, with soft brown hair gently framing her face, and mist grey eyes.  There was blood all over her lavender hoodie and she look scared. "Please," she said in a tiny voice. "I need your help."  Maria, how are you going to do this? You're a sophomore in college with a nine year old sister to take care of. You have a love life. Do you really want to save some little girl when you have a whole life to live? Being the idiot I was at the time, I went towardsa the girl. "It's OK, sweetie. I'll get you to the nearest hospital." She disappeared just like that, and reappeared a few feet away later.

I had followed her for a while. and I had finally arrived at the edge of a cliff.  Then the girl began to smile, and it was a nasty, twisted grin.  A grin full of cracked, yellowed teeth that not even the best braces could repair. And those eyes, which used to be a soft and pretty grey, were now a grey of lies and nothingness.  A small tap at the edge of the cliff, and I was hurtled into a white sky.  The muddy ground came closer and closer. One little ominous crack, and mud and blood everywhere. But just for a moment; then there is darkness.

Later, I woke up in a hospital room, scarred and aching.  I'm still there, away from my boyfriend and Connie, my beloved sister.  The doctors say that my will O' the Wisp girl didn't exist. But I know she is still in Scotland, somewhere. Waiting for new victims like me.