My middle name is Susana, so people call me Susie a lot. I like the name, actually. It’s better than the one I have. But recently, that name has given me chills.
I live in a forest, and sleep outside mostly. I was sitting outside on my bed and heard crashing in the ferns below my rope swing. I ran up to the railing and looked down. There was a girl who looked exactly like me. However, she was paler. Much paler. Deathly pale. Now, I’m really pale, so pale that some people have called me a vampire because of my fangs. But this girl was gray. Yes, her skin was light gray. And she was wearing huge sunglasses, which cast her face into shadow, along with a hoodie (hood up) and scarf pulled up around her mouth.
She pulled down the scarf. Her mouth and nose were tiny, kind of manga-esque. “What are you afraid of?” she said. Here’s the killer: She sounded exactly like me. I screamed again and ran into the house.
A few weeks later, I was in my room, on my computer, reading my email. I was typing and looking down at my hands, and I didn’t notice her. She shut the lid on my hands, I shrieked and pulled my hands out, then looked up. She was standing there, hood down, scarf and sunglasses off. A half-grin on her face. And her eyes…
Her eyes were about two inches tall, and one inch wide. And they were black pits. Like black holes. No light escaped them.
“Hello,” she said.
I screamed, and she winced.
“I’m not going to hurt you, you know,” she said, and grinned.
And that grin made her mouth huge. It covered her cheeks and chin, exposing rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth.
I covered my mouth and screamed more. She patted me, and her skin felt like ice.
“I know how you feel. But this’ll be okay,” she said, smiling bigger. “You know me. I’m Susie.”
I have never known a Susie, ever. And certainly not her.
But you never know.