Jason

The first time I saw Jason I couldn't believe my eyes. He stood in my bedroom doorway, smiled then walked away. The next night at exactly the same time he came again, smiled then walked away. This went on and each time I thought I was going mad. So I made Emily, my best friend, stay round and at exactly the same time, she sat in the same space I would and I was starting to think that Jason wouldn't come but then she looked up slowly. She had been reading a magazine, smiling and laughing at it, but then her face went pale and straight. I knew then she saw Jason.
"What are you doing there?" He asked her, moving into my room. He had never spoken before so even this came to a shock to me. Emily looked over at me and Jason, following her eye line, smiled at me.
"There you are" He grinned. "I've been looking for you"
"Me? Why me?" I asked, scared now.
"You're the one who named me, aren't you?" He asked.
I was indeed the one who named him and I was regretting it now but I nodded anyway.
"Good" He grinned. "What's your name?"
I couldn't seem to speak, I just sat there, watching him. That was when Emily piped up, "Sara. Her name is Sara"
Jason's smile grew wider. "Sara" He said then walked away, back up into my attic where he lived out his days. I never knew that he was real. I just said Jason was up there to scare my sister when things went bang in the attic. Jason the ghost was a joke. It was supposed to be but Jason was real. Jason was very real and he knew my name.
Jason scared me, he came to see me and eventually, Jason was the death of me.