HE'S DEAD!

He was just a regular night guard. Someone who loved their job and now he's running, hiding, trying not to get killed. I've been out of work for four weeks and I still feel like I'm being watched. That day it came, it was in a small old dusty brown wooden box, but all that was in it was an antique necklace and of course, I'm going to try it on for a little while. But right before I did, I started to hear little tiny voices in my head. I thought I was going crazy, insane. But the weird thing is the voices wouldn't stop repeating, "Do it, Do it, Do it!" The only way to stop them was to put it on. I started yelling and my head wouldn't stop pounding once I put the necklace on I couldn't take it off. I needed to put it away, hide it somewhere but it locked on my neck. The next thing I remember was being in the back of an ambulance and then I blacked out when I woke up again the voices were back telling me to go back to the museum.

When I returned back to the museum the voices told me I was being cursed and out of all the people in this world, why me? Now, I only regret putting that necklace on!

The next morning I found myself floating in mid-air, and as soon as I freaked out, I started spinning and spinning and then finally I stopped and I fell. But I never felt my hands or feet touch the bed instead I looked down and all I could see was a deep, dark, black hole and I wouldn't stop falling it was like a hole that never ended. I was scared, my eyes were getting red and watery, my vision started to get blurry, I was nervous that my life would be over. I would never see or speak to my family ever again. All I was thinking of at that moment, at that second, was how am I ever going to get out of this hole?

That was the problem, I couldn't find anything that would take me out of the sewage smelling hole, and that's when I realized. I was in the sewer! Now, that I think about it, I feel gross. I mean I'm in a sewer. Finally, I can to an open pot-hole. I climbed up the ladder and I found myself to be in the basement of the museum. After that, I was a little freaked out. When I finally got the necklace off of my neck I safely put it back in the wooden box and put it in the sewer, locked up the pot hole, and when I started to walk away, it felt like I was having a heart attack.

Later, that morning, some of the workers found me lying on the floor in a pool of my own blood. So that was the last shift that John the night guard ever had, and that was also the end of his life.

SUBMITTED BY LINDSEY, 6-W