Okay well here is the short story I promised u ppl. Plz rate and comment. ^^ thank you.

The Last Time I Saw Her Alive

Hello, my name is AnnaLese, but u can call me Ann. I have a story that I must tell. So I figure, you are the best person to tell it to. This is the story of the last time I saw my step sister alive.
Once, I had a step Sister named George. Which is an strange name for a girl, I know, but this is how the story goes. So one day, we were walking home from school. She had always thought I was a big chicken, because I had a fear of spiders. I always told her it was because I was bit by one when I was a kid, but I never was. Truth be told, I just hated the eight legs that they had.
Anyway, we were walking by this one cemetary, which is a classic place for spooks, since it had so many grave stones. There was also this myth about the cemetary where if you were go to a grave marked, Mr. Grimmy, and walk around it three times, and call his name every time a circle was made, he comes back to life.
She dared me to go in, and do this very thing. I said peice of cake, as I didn't really believe the story anyway. So I go into the grave yard, it took awhile to find the grave, but once I had found it, I begun to act out the curse. I walked around three times, calling his name, and when I was done, it got chilly. And that was it. I asked my sister if we should give him a few minutes, since he was dead. She laughed mockingly, and then started to walk for home. I started to walk after her. But then I stopped. This was strange, as I ment to be walking. I tried to move off the grave, unfortunetly, I somehow couldn't. I looked down. Nothing was holding my foot.
Thats when I started getting scared.
"Help, HELP!!" I called to George. She only said,
"Just come home when your done trying to scare me." and then she walked off down the road.
I stood there not knowing what to do. I was terrified. I couldn't move, the sun was going down, and I was pretty sure that there were strange sounds coming from Mr. Grimmy's grave.
" I take it back!" I yelled at the grave. A spider crawled on top of the grave. Then another one crawled up. As I said beforeI have a huge fear of spiders, so seeing two of them within ten feet of me, made me want to run, but I couldn't, the grave wouldn't let me.
I felt a spider crawl up my leg. I looked down. It was a black widow spider. I tried to kick it off, but it held fast. Then I started to jump , frantically trying to get this thing off. My right foot went right through the ground, and the whole grave gave way to my weight.
I fell in.
Six feet down.
I opened my eyes. Slowly i looked beside me. And I saw the face of Mr. Grimmy, simling goulishly at mine. I screamed, and jumped to my feet. I slipped and my foot crushed Mr. Grimmy's rib cage. I felt something on my leg. I looked down, It was more spiders aparnetly comeing out of Mr. Grimmy's. I tried to kick them off, but I backed into the grave wall, and ten more feel on my head. I screamed again. More and more spiders stared to crawl on me until I was overwhelmed with them.
After having calmed down since there was no where else to go, I noticed that dirt was being shoveld into the grave.I looked up out of the grave, and there was my sister George, burying me, and laughing about it. It was then that I knew she had planned the whole thing for her own sick pleasure. She threw a rock that hit me in the head. It knocked me out, and that was the last time I saw her alive.
I woke up with a spliting headache.
"I'm alive?" I said to myself. I looked around. The sun was up, the spiders were gone, and there was Georgre laying next to me. I stood up and screamed when I relized what I was seeing.
George had been burtally murdered with her own shovel, and Mr.Grimmy was no where to be found.