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May 2014

A Leaf in My Memory

This classroom, this classroom is where it all happened. This is where Leaf Smith died, the

cause unknown. She appears at day to cause havoc but only shows herself at night. Then

why am I here? This is the classroom I forgot my assignment in.

It’s ten o’clock. The wooden door creaks as I open it. I approach the seat I sat in. It isn’t here,

my book.

I see. It’s in the corner where Leaf died.

I have to get it. The assignment determines if I pass year 9.

I approach the corner. Leaf won’t come out; no one comes here this late anyway.

I walk then hear a scream from directly in front of me. I freeze. When was the last time I

heard a scream like this? Probably when…

The tables and chairs vibrate and float up.

I’m creeped out. I have to get out of here but I’m barricaded.

The whiteboard cracks.

I jump. What’s doing this?

The carpet tears toward me.

Who’s doing this?

A twisted, bloody figure flashes in front of me.

Leaf, it’s Leaf.

“It’s time to die,” she says.

The tables and chairs fly toward me.

It’s not real. It’s not real! I tell myself.

“Oh my friend but it is.”


Amber Green was found dead this morning. The cause of death was unknown. There was no

disturbance in the surrounding area and not a single scratch on her body. She simply died.


I wake up. I’m in my classroom. My body’s next to me. I look like I’m asleep but my face is so

pale as if I was in shock.

I hear a dragging noise so I glance up.

Leaf, as she was when she died. Twisted limbs, black spider mark on her forehead, bloody

face and neck…

She suddenly raises that bony arm of hers and points.

“You… Amber… forgot me… traitor… I was alone, dying and you forgot me.”

I tense. I know this voice but from where do I know it?

No, no! A memory’s returning. Whenever this happens my mind becomes fuzzy and my

head hurts a lot. I forgot to mention that I suffer from amnesia.

But no, it doesn’t hurt.

The memory shows itself.

I had always loved autumn, when all of the leaves turn a beautiful red, the trees become

bare and there’s always a cool breeze in the air.

It was no coincidence when I befriended Leaf. She was always alone until she met me. She

too loved autumn.

So in the middle of April, when the trees were losing their leaves, Leaf and I decided to climb

a massive oak which was renowned for having a beautiful view when it lost all of its leaves.

There was one problem. It was beside an old school classroom which was rumoured to be


I doubted going but Leaf decided it was okay. She didn’t believe in ghosts or anything of that


We started climbing the tree, using the branches for support.

“Amber, doesn’t if feel colder than usual?” Leaf had said.

I agreed and continued climbing.

I suddenly felt a cold chill and a suspicious feeling flooded into me. Could it be the ghosts

from the classroom nearby?

It’ll be okay, I thought.

The bark climbed my body and limbs as I ascended. It was becoming difficult to climb as my

arms were so numb. Leaf was already at the top and was pestering me to hurry. With one

last heave I was on the same branch as her.

We gazed up.

The view was stunning. A valley in the mountains, its beauty enhanced with the falling

leaves. I stared with such awe it took me a minute to realise that a thick fog has suddenly

appeared. Our surroundings were engulfed in darkness. Then I heard the scream.

That was the last thing I remember. And Leaf falling. Then I too followed. I knew I fell

instinctively to save her, arms stretched out. But Leaf, I knew it was suspicious. It must have

been the ghosts. Why her, not me?

I was lucky. I landed in the leaves. Leaf hit the ground.

The injury to my head triggered my permanent amnesia.

Leaf could have been saved if I did help her but I had lost all physical and mental capabilities

at that point.

“Amber, Amber, help…” I heard.

Who’s that? I wondered at the time. I looked at the person.

“I…I can’t.”

The girl was grievously injured with twisted limbs and bloody smears all over her.

“Amber, then if you can’t the ghosts will!” she shrieked.

Amber? That must be me.

With a lot of effort, she gradually dragged herself along the ground toward the classroom

door. The door creaked open by itself. I grew anxious but I didn’t say anything. The girl

disappeared into the classroom.

After what felt like a few hours, I woke from sleep.

Now, what am I supposed to do if I’m bleeding? That’s right, I call for help.

I suddenly remembered the girl. Right, she was injured. I should help her. I pushed myself

along the leaf covered ground and pushed the classroom door open and gazed around.

It was completely black until I saw a dim light in the classroom’s far right.

In the light lay the girl from before as if in a deep sleep except she has completely healed

with no injuries. Her skin looked rough but not bloody and her limbs were in a normal

position. There was just one thing unusual. There was a black spider imprinted on her


I suddenly remember what fear was.

Her body rose then cracked in violent angles, spilling blood each time a bone broke. The

blood became black and spiders and ghouls developed from each splash of blood. The girl’s

face retained a peaceful disposition during this until a crack came from inside her head from

the spider mark and her skin adapted to the shape of her skull.

I panicked, heaved myself to my feet somehow and attempted to escape except I felt a

tugging sensation on my forehead.

Then help came. A woman hurled me onto her back and escaped the darkness reached her.

I never found out who she was.

After time, my life returned to normal but nobody told me about the girl who died in the

classroom that day as it might “traumatise” me.


I open my eyes. It was all a vision. Leaf is in front of me but the mark on her forehead is


“Amber, do you remember everything now?” she asks.

“Yes I do. I’m sorry Leaf. That must have been a horrible death. I feel so bad. How could I

have left you? Yes, I forgot everything after the fall but I never intended for you to die,” I

answer. “You were lonely for all this time, weren’t you?”

“Yes, I was because of you. That’s why I’ve been in this classroom ever since then. But I

always had something to ask of you…”


“Give me a hug, that’s all I want.”

Leaf opens her arms.

Oh, a chance to make it up to her! I enter her arms and sigh from the settlement of our


Then, my forehead starts to tingle then a feeling like a hammer pressing against it begins.

I scream and lift my hands up to my face.

In that spot, the skin has been removed and a hole in a shape of a spider is in its place.

Leaf speaks.

“I have finished my work here. Now it is your turn to haunt this classroom in sorrow like I

had to.”

She then exits into the outside world and floats away into the distance, like a leaf on an

autumn day.


By Isabelle, Year 8




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