The Twisted Name

It was a cold stormy night as Aibell sat in the corner chair reading a book. She lifted the blanked and pulled it over her. The air was getting colder in the house. She placed the book on the light stand and headed towards the window where the curtains were blowing rapidly. She pulled back the curtains and forced the window to close. She carefully closed the curtains back up and dragged herself up the stairs and into bed. No one else was home. The house was old and sourrounded by wide open fields. The wind was whisleing and the trees where swaying. tap tap tap what was that noise. It came from down stairs. tap tap tap there it was again. She pulled the covers over her ears and layed there hoping it had stopped. tap tap tap tap why wouldnt it go away. She grabbed the edge of her covers and yanked it off. The slid her slippers on a headed down stairs and towards the back door. There was a garage at the right of the house, She opened the door quietly and tiptoed towards the garage door. She unlocked the door and went inside, the stormy mist flew in though the open skylight. She pulled some blankets and a pillow out the side cuboard and placed them on the couch at the corner of the garage. Just before Aibell fell asleep there was a tapping noise right next to her ear she jumped up in fright. A young girl stood there watching her every move. She wore a long white dress and seemed almost ghostly like.