MR_Tara

Hi, my name is Tara. My favorite things to do are go on walks in my woods and visiting the horses next to my house. I pretty much love to be around any type of animal I come acrost. If I had a bad day and don't want to do much of anything I like to play my guitar and write songs. Sometimes I even make up dances to go with the songs. I want very much to be an animal cop when I grow up and always will. I like to watch scary movies on the weekends at night and I like to stay up late and go outside at night. I like the fact that I am very active and I notice things easily. I am a bid fan of ghost legends and I like to watch movies involving ghosts.

The old Lady in the woods By: Tara

One chilly rainy afternoon in the fall there I was. Just sitting there in the cold darkened living room, and then it happened. All the way across the room I could hear it. Taping. It wouldn’t stop. There I sat on the sofa all alone frozen. After awhile I started to wonder. What was the taping coming from? Slowly I got up in my stonewashed jeans and my t-shirt walking towards the door. I reached for the door knob feeling goose bumps go up my arm. Quickly I opened the door and there she was standing as tall as a street light. Hi, I’m Alex and this is my story. I’m actually still terrified about what happened. I don’t like to talk about it, but for you, you’re worth it. I moved here, Up North about five years ago. As you probably know the U.P. is a very haunted place. There have been many murders there, Okay here’s how the story goes. First of all my friend Kassidy and I were at Avery lake swimming. I guess we were too occupied to notice that there was a yellow sweatshirt sitting on a small branch. When we got out, we found it. Kassidy thought it was just something left by someone else, but I was suspicious. We had gone to a private spot. How would somebody know of it and leave something that was theirs? I just ignored my deep thought and Kassidy and I walked back to our campsite. It was a cold night and we were getting tired, so we went to bed early. I was a little depressed because we have been here for five days and didn’t do anything except for swimming. I drifted off to sleep thinking about the sweatshirt. The next thing I knew it I was having a terrible dream about an old lady stewing old remedies into a pot. I woke up half freezing from sweating all night. Not thinking I ran out of the tent and into the woods like a madman. I couldn’t quite see in the gray misty fog, but I could of bet you I saw someone at a window staring at me. Curios I ran through the brush to go get Kassidy. “Kassidy!” I whispered. “wake up!” quickly she awoke stunned. After about ten minutes of yelling at each other I finally got her up and we headed for the woods. I looked at my watch. It was five o’clock in the morning. We arrived shortly at the cabin. “this is the cabin I told you about.” I whispered. It was a quiet little cabin, all dark though. Slowly we walked up to the door. Knocking. Before I could think of what I was going to say, the old lady appeared at the door. Her skin as white as a cloud. Her gray hair swung around her neck like a ribbon of lace. As scared as we were we just stood there staring blankly at the old lady as she grabbed and tugged at our arms. As we struggled to free ourselves I looked around and I noticed a pot with old remedy bottles laying across the table of millipedes and spiders. “the pot from my dream!” I thought. My dream had given me a warning! Later that evening Kassidy and I woke up in the old lady’s cellar. I climbed over to reach Kassidy’s arm. Tugging on it I realized she was asleep, but I finally woke her up. Shivering she pointed to a door on the ceiling. I could see through it and it led to the outside. We took a couple of boxes and stacked them up on each other. We safely got up and out the door. We ran quietly through the woods back to our campsite running into the tent. Sobbing Kassidy practically fell onto her sleeping bag and didn’t wait another minute. She got up and started packing her things. I quickly packed my things too and after I was finished got up to my feet. “I really wish we could go back and find out why she kidnapped us. I mean, maybe we could help her.” I said sadly. “we are not going back there!” She yelled at me. But I just gave up on her. I ran into the woods towards the cabin leaving her behind. A little while later I again arrived at the cabin and again knocked. The door opened, but no sign of the old lady. I stepped inside the cabin yelling for her. “”excuse me are you in here?” I shouted. I walked over to the couch sighting the yellow sweatshirt. Then I heard it. Taping. Slowly I got up going towards the door. I reached for the door knob quickly I opened the door and there she was. I screamed a blood curdling scream as I ran through the house as if I lived there. Finally I came to a door that led outside. I ran through it quickly and back to the campsite where Kassidy was waiting for me in the car. I ran to the passenger seat and climbed in. As Kassidy drove off I thought about the tragic incident that just happened. Would she stay there? What would happen to her? It took us about three hours to get back to my house and Kassidy still hadn’t said a thing to me yet. She barely stopped the car and I hit my leg across the car door. ”sorry,” she mumbled. I said nothing and got out. While she drove away I gave a slight wave and walked up the driveway. It was quiet and dark in my house, but I felt safe. My parents were in bed and I couldn’t blame them. It was after one in the morning. I was tired too so I took a quick shower and climbed into my warm bed and fell fast asleep. The next morning I woke to the sound of clinking pots and pans and the smell of pancakes with syrup. I scampered downstairs and sat at the table giving my mom a hug and saying good morning. We talked a long time about my trip and I couldn’t help but ask her about the old lady. I froze when she told me the news. The words scrambled around in my head like jumping beans. The old lady, who they call Mary, has been dead for years. Well that’s pretty much the story. Pretty intense huh? I still don’t know what happened to Mary. How she died. How Kassidy and I can see her. If you wondered if Kassidy and I made up, well we did. I called her on the phone and we talked it over. Maybe you could figure out how she died.