My second post already!! but again its gonna be anything serious...yesterday when i posted those useless poems,i got a visit from the Ghost of useless stories..it said it was unfair that I posted those poems but not any story..so In my second post I will be posting this story that I had written for my storyboard..I wont say its useless..its just weird..Read it..I love it maybe you will too.. :) so sit back relax and maybe get some popcorn too..This story is called...

The Girl!!
The Worthingtons, who lived at 42 Rose street, were a happy,complacent couple. The mother was a kindergarten teacher, the father was a lawyer, and of course, they had a lovely little cat named snow white, and an even cuter Jack Russell terrier named Puddles.Everything was perfect. The neighbours ocassionally invited them over to bbqs and housewarming parties and dinners and cocktail parties....yes, they were popular.

But the worthingtons were afraid that one day, the neighbours would find out about their little secret. A secret which they had kept for the past 2 years, ever since they moved to Rose street.

You see, Mr. And Mrs Worthington had a daughter. Emily, thats what they had named her. But Emily was no ordinary little girl. She was an 8 year old, with a dissociative identity disorder. Split personality, in other terms.

No one played with Emily, and the neighbour's dogs were scared of her. Emily never took an interest in books or her tuitions or outdoor games... but there was one thing that she loved to do... she loved the TV, and would force her parents to let her stay awake on HBO's Thursday Thriller Nights and Horror Hours on Mondays. She'd dug up the backyard to hide secret Inca masks she carved out of play-clay and brooded in her basement at night. Emily ate too many sweets, and she was known to have stolen knives from the kitchen... once her mother'd found her carving a weird symbol on her own skin with a blade...

Emily's mom ran out of the room in horror. She could not accept the reality of the thing that had just happened. She frantically searched for her husband.

"Frank?" she called, "Mr. Frank Worthington, can you hear me? Where are you?"

a gloating silent emanated from the staircase in front of her, answering her call in a rather ominous manner. She felt rooted to the ground.

"He's in the cupboard."

With a shriek, Mrs. Worthington turned around to find Emily standing just behind her; knife in her outstretched hand, contorted Inca mask on her face.

"It's the mask, I swear."

Mrs. Worthington felt a cold shiver run down her spine. She slowly stepped away from the girl, tears streaming down her face. Was this girl even human? she thought to herself. Perhaps this child was an offspring of The Beast..could she be the Anti Christ, as stated by the Book of Revelation.

Emily smiled innocently at her mother. She tilted her head slightly and giggled. Puddles growled at her, and Snow white arched its back and hissed.

"Mother, do watch out for the stairs"

But it was too late.And so mrs worthington fell down from the 2nd floor staircase, and when she finally landed, her head was twisted at an odd angle, her features contorted with anger and fear, and her elbows dislocated. She was dead.

Emily cried. she cried till her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy."What have I done?" she asked herself."I killed my own parents!"
"But they deserved to die," the voice in her head retorted."They treated you so bad! they made u live in the basement, they didnt even agree to buy you that Vampire Bat u wanted for xmas last year!"

And so emily decided to run away.

24 hours later, the cops had arrived. One of the neighbours had informed them that something wasnt right. They found Frank worthington stuffed in the cupboard, his throat was slit and his left eye was mising. His mouth was open and it seemed as though he had died screaming.

The dog was found hanging from the ceiling fan. ANd the cat...um...lets not talk about it.

42 Rose street..A place that made headlines twenty years ago.Ah yes twenty years have passed since the brutal death of the Worthingtons.People of rose street still remember the the screams,They still remember the cupboard in which lay a helpless man stabbed away to death by his very own daughter and they still remember the "cat"!! the cat you you ask?what really did happen to the cat?well for that we will have to travel back in time to the very day that people of rose street have been trying to forget.

June 4 1987

the cops had arrived. One of the neighbours had informed them that something wasnt right. They found Frank worthington stuffed in the cupboard, his throat was slit and his left eye was mising. His mouth was open and it seemed as though he had died screaming.

The dog was found hanging from the ceiling fan. ANd the cat...well..the cat was found half buried,the ears cut down and the eyes...The eyes gazing towards the stars.like they had answers hidden in them,like they wanted to tell a story.but all the eyes said at the movement was the sad story of the Worthingtons.

The cops had searched the house.There was no sign of Emily.The detective who had come that day was a young lad called mike.Mike always wanted to join the police force ever since he was 9.At the young age of 18 he finished his training.At 27 he was made a detective.He always knew that the job of a police man was no walk in the park, But he was ready,Atleast he thought that untill this day."get me some water" he said to his Junior.*glug**glug* he heard the water as it went down his throat."terry" he called,"Yes sir?" came the reply."Terry tell me,Have we searched all the rooms??"asked mike"yes sir..umm..wait no,Not really sir"terry looked scared,He knew he would have to face the music now"WHAT??"Asked mike,If this was a bright sunny morning then one would have noticed mike turning red,"why? I told you lads to check all the rooms,Why have you not followed my orders?""well sir"terry lookd at the ground,he surely could not face mike.

"well Sir..The boys are afraid to enter the room.they say they heard weird sounds coming from inside"what room?"asked Mike."the girls rooms sir,The room of Emily Worthington"was the reply"you boys are afraid to enter a little girls room??Oh my god i have team full of babies who cant even enter a little girls room.What are you afraid of her dolls??Move aside ill take a look in there myself"Mike was very angry,Infact terry had never seen mike this angry.the stairs creeked as mike walked towards Emilys room room which was on the first floor.He was at the door.He knew he himself was afraid to enter the room,But he had a point to prove now.If he chickend out now then his team would mock him for the rest of his life.He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door.The room was nothing as he had expected it to be.It looked nothing close to a little girls room.Infact it looked like a storage room.There was old stuff all around the place."This is odd" he thought.He was about to turn back and call for terry when suddenly a small book caught his sight,A diary rather.Mike Picked it up,The diary looked like it had often been used.It had a black cover on it with the following words written on it"My little girl".It looked like the diary belonged to Mrs. Worthington.Mike opened the diary and started reading it.time passed slow,It was as if time had forgotten how to move.pages after pages he turned.With every page his eyes got wider."Oh my god"Mike dropped the book and called for terry"TERRY,TERRY"running up the stairs came Terry"what happend sir?""Terry"said Mike calmly"Terry i think I just found Emily""what really??"Terry was surprised"yes,follow me"saying this mike climbed down the stairs.opened the back door and stepped into the backyard where the cat was half burried into the ground."Terry meet Emily"Said mike pointing at the cat.

"what?" Terry was shocked"yes dear lad read this" miked showed mike one of the pages from the diary

The Diary
My little girl
march 6 1982

Dear diary,Today me and Frank got us a little kitten.she is so sweet.she likes to play on my lap and play withe the woolen ball i made for her.Oh diary How she makes me miss the little daughter i had who died or rather killed even before she was born.what could i do?i was just a stupid little teenager back then i could not let this baby come into the world.Oh diary,I dont know why but i feel she was angry with me..I know babies dont have feelings atleast i think they dont.Oh diary i am going to name this kitten Emily,Named after the unborn daughter i killed.

"oh my god"Terry dint have words to say"but sir,the neighbours say the Worthingtons daugher was crazy..so there must be a daughter?"asked terry"read on my dear friend.read on"

September 27 1985

Dear diary,Frank and i have moved to this new house,A lovely little place on rose street.the neighbours look friendly and i think i can make many new friends here.But dear diary i am scared,I dont want the neighbours to find out about Emily.She is different.She is no normal girl.I think she is a witch.She changes into a cat sometimes.oh dear diary i am scared.frank has promised me he will not tell anyone about Emily,And if anyone does find out then we will just have to tell them that our daughter is crazy and that they cant see her cause she is not allowed to leave her room.

"WHAT??A WITCH??is this woman crazy?" asked terry"yes,yes she is" said mike"you see.the guilt had taken over the mind of Mrs Worthington,as time passed by there was a new Mrs Worthingtons born,the one that belived that the cat she had was infact her unborn daughter"explained mike"But what about frank sir?dint he tell ever tell her anything?asked terry"no,he was afraid.He knew his wife was turning crazy and he dint want to upset her and put his life in danger"Mike looked relaxed now he knew he had just solved this case"Afraid sir??"asked terry

"yes,afraid"said mike"go ahead,read on"

July 18 1986

Dear diary i am scard.I think Emily is crazy.she killed all the birds today.every single one of of them.But how could she?she is just a little girl.there blood on her hands today.but the strange thing is there was blood on my hands too.I am sure Emily is behind all this but again there is one part of me that thinks I DID IT

"oh i think i get it"Terry smiled for the first time that day"all the killings the blood and all the funny stuff that was happening in this house was the work of Mrs Worthington,Her other half that is.And that is why frank was afraid of her, he must have thought that if he told her the truth then the other half would take over her wife and kill him.Am i right sir?"asked terry"very good my lad,You learn fast.here take a look at this very last diary entry"said mike

June 4 1987

Oh diary wha have i done? i have killed Frank.I killed them,Oh dear god i killed them.I know it was emely who made me do this.SHe is evil i tell you pure evil.I have to do something.I have to kill her,The devil,But i cant,I cant kill her.She is my daughter,My very own daughter.How can i kill her?oh dear diary what do i do?yes i think i have a plan.ill will burry her waist down.she cant move and she will die without food and water..yes i will do that.
oh diary i did it.i just burried her.but dear diary i cant see her die like this,no i cant.I love her afterall.oh diary i dont know what to do i feel like jumping off the second foor window.but i cant let my daughter hear the screams of hey dieing mother.i know what i will do.i will cut of her ears.
AH diary i have done it.this is the day devil dies.oh diary this is the last time i will be wrighting into you.I will miss you.Goodbye dear friend


"My god the lady was crazy"said terry"all this while she thought she was the hero of the story.But she turned out to be the villain of the story.oh cruel fait.May god bless her soul"

Twenty years have passed and now things are peaceful once again.

~~~~~~ THE END~~~~~~

Sorry For any typo s, Typed The story as fast as I could..I was going to use this story for my project but changed my mind in the last moment..Now I am writing A story about a guy called SGT W.O.L.F..Its a pretty serious story..something like final fantasy .. :) Ok now that I have posted this story,I dont think ill be getting anymore visits form the Ghost of useless stories..atleast I hope I dont..Rest in peace Ghost of useless stories,Rest in peace.. ^_^