The Emily Tales

[InsaneShannon]

My friend Aspen and I made up Emily Belm. We call her Applesauce because Aspen's deathly afraid of her.
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"It's Just Me, Emily"

Seven-year-old Emily Diek Belm lived with her mother, Michele, in a normal house on a normal street. Emily didn't have any siblings or pets, but she was just fine with her mom.

But Emily's life wasn't all smiles. At the age of two, her father James had been killed. Emily didn't remember much of her dad, but Mrs. Belm told her a lot about him.

"Do you think you'll ever get married again?" Emily had once asked her mom.

"You and I will never know," Mrs. Belm replied, "but we're fine by ourselves."

Emily was soon answered. She and her mom had decided to go fishing. They got to Lake Vertek and started fishing.

Mrs. Belm got a nibble on her rod. She began pulling and pulling, but the fish pulled as well, and soon Mrs. Belm came flying into the lake, making a huge splash as she fell in.

"Emily, get help! Get help!" she commanded, flailing her arms in every direction.

But her small daughter didn't need to get help. A man who had been walking by had seen Mrs. Belm get pulled in, and he had sprinted over, grabbed one of her waving arms, and helped pull her out of Lake Vertek.

Mrs. Belm smooted out her clothes, which were soaking wet from being in the water. "Thank you for rescuing me," she said gratefully.

"You're welcome," the man said. "Here, I have a towel you can use." He put a huge yellow towel around Mrs. Belm.

"Thank you," Mrs. Belm said again, drying off. "What's your name, sir?"

"Oliver Firsten," he said. "You?"

"Michele Belm," Mrs. Belm said. "This is my daughter, Emily," she added, pointing at the small girl, who waved and smiled nervously.

Oliver waved back. Emily smiled as her mother and Oliver smiled at each other. 'Am I going to have a father again?' she thought. 'I'll just have to wait and see.'

~One Month Later~

"Wow, Momma, I'm really happy for you!" Emily chirped, looking proudly at her mother, who wore a beautiful white bride gown.

"So am I," Mrs. Belm said. "I'm glad you're going to have a father again. You do miss Daddy, don't you?"

Emily nodded, feeling a sudden pang of sadness in her heart.

Mrs. Belm, soon to be Mrs. Firsten, noticed this and lightly patted her daughter. "It's going to be okay," she said. "Oliver's a great man, he really is."

Emily's Aunt Butter, Mrs. Belm's sister and maid of honor, came in, saying, "Michele, your groom's waiting. Come now."

Mrs. Belm emerged from the dressing room with Emily by her side. Mrs. Belm's father took her arm and led her down the aisle.

Emily was the flower girl. She had a brown wicker basket full of lily petals. She tossed the petals, and when she was finished, she sat next to Mrs. Belm's mother, Grandmother Lisa.

Emily hoped that her soon-to-be-stepdad was intelligent, encouraging, funny and kind. Of course, she was dead wrong.

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"Keep your mouth shut, you nasty brat!" Oliver yelled at Emily angrily. "You're only seven years old. You're not Albert Einstein!"

Emily and her stepdad were waiting in the car. Mrs. Belm was packing up swimming items, and she kept floating in and out of the house to get supplies. The Belm-Firsten family was going to spend a day at Flora Beach. Mrs. Belm was searching for Emily's inner tube, and Emily was left inside with her unpleasant stepfather. Emily told him how many miles they had to drive to get to the beach, and Oliver was telling her to shut up.

"But that's the correct amount of miles, Oliver!" Emily said.

"Just shut it!" Oliver yelled. "You're just a nasty, ignorant child!"

Emily looked out of the car. "YOU better shut up. Mom's coming."

Oliver shut up when Mrs. Belm came over. Oliver was only nice to Emily when Mrs. Belm was around. When Mrs. Belm was out of earshot, Oliver was a living horror to Emily.

"Ok, I found Emily's tube," she said. "Where should it go? There's no room in the trunk."

"The backseat," Oliver answered, shooting a smirk over at Emily, so Mrs. Belm couldn't see.

Mrs. Belm did so, got in the car, and they drove off to the beach.

They got there just in time, and quickly set up. Emily got into her inner tube and was floating around in the water.

But suddenly, Emily's fun was interrupted, and everyone started screaming and running toward their cars.

"EMILY! GET OUT OF THE WATER!" Mrs. Belm screamed.

"What? Why?" Emily asked, but soon she knew why, because a loud thrashing sound came from behind her.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[InsaneShannon]

"It's Just Me, Emily" Continued...

A loud thrashing sound came from behind poor Emily. She turned around, and behind her was a shark.

The shark was bigger than the house that Emily lived in. It roared and growled at her.

Emily tried swimming away, but the shark was faster and caught her by her right leg. Emily thrashed around in the water, and eventually broke away from it, but the shark, unfortunately, had chewed her leg off and swam away with it.

Since Oliver wouldn't go out, Mrs. Belm rushed over and pulled Emily out of the water. Emily cried. "Mama, it was horrible! The shark grabbed onto me, and he pulled off my leg, and now I have one leg!" she sobbed.

Ms. Belm didn't want to believe it, but she looked at her daughter, and saw that the right side of Emily's body, where her right leg should have been, and there was just a stump where the leg once was.

"Come on, Em, let's go home," she said.

Emily took her inner tube, put it in the back seat, and got in herself. Her mom and stepfather got in as well, with Oliver driving off.

"Emily, why did you go into the water?" Oliver asked, as if Emily was ignorant.

"I didn't know there would be a shark attack," Emily growled.

Mrs. Belm frowned at Emily. "Emily, be nice to your stepfather. And, Oliver, she's right in saying that she didn't know a shark would be there."

At home, when Oliver discovered Emily's missing leg, he couldn't even pretend to be sympathetic without having a trail of disconcern in his voice. Mrs. Belm didn't know this, but Emily did.

"Oh, isn't one leg fine?" asked Oliver. "You'll have to be in a wheelchair or at least have crutches, but it'll still be OK."

Oliver actually wished that the shark would have eaten Emily alive. He didn't like children. He wanted Emily dead. She knew this.

When Mrs. Belm was out of earshot, Oliver said to Emily, "That was very ignorant of you to stay in the water. But of course, stupid brats like yourself will do that." He cackled evilly and sauntered away.

To Oliver's relief, something happened to Emily. One night, she was playing with a doll near the closet, and there was an iron plug laying on the floor. The iron was on the top shelf.

Emily decided to put her doll back in her bedroom. She did so, but after walking back out, her remaining leg got caught in the iron plug and she fell down. The iron fell down, smacked Emily hard on the forehead, and she passed out.

~Two Hours Later~

Mrs. Belm was crying, and Oliver was doing his best to comfort her. One of the doctors from the hospital announced that Emily was dead, and they were going to her funeral.

Secretly, Oliver was happy that Emily died. He snickered to himself during Emily's funeral. Little did Oliver know, Emily had ways of haunting him.

[InsaneShannon]

"It's Just Me, Emily" Part 3

A year later, after Emily died, a fifth-grader named Max sat in detention doing some math work that the detention teacher, Ms. Favreau, had assigned to him and everyone else in detention.

Suddenly, a girl's voice came out of nowhere and said, "Maxie, oh, Maxie, I'm on...YOUR FOOT!"

Max shot up, frightened. He thought he heard the voice of the girl who he'd tormented a year back, when he was a fourth-grader. Emily. But she was dead. He shrugged it off and returned to his homework.

Emily's voice came again. "Oh, Maxie, oh, Maxie, I'm on...YOUR HEAD!"

"Go away!" Max shouted uncontrollably.

Ms. Favreau raised an eyebrow. "Max, who are you talking to?" she asked suspiciously.

Max blushed. "Er, no one," he said. But Emily came right back again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Maaaaaaaaaaxie, I'm on...YOUR DESK!"

Max stayed frozen as an invisible force picked up his pencil and stabbed him in the eye.

"Hahaha," Emily laughed cruelly as her former tormentor collapsed out of his chair, dead.

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A little first-grade girl, Taquela, was in her Social Settlement class in the fifth-grade room. She was doing the math that Miss Grissiom had assigned to all of the first graders.

A girl's voice came out of nowhere, but only Taquela could hear it.

"Taquela, Taquela, I'm on...YOUR LEG!"

Taquela paused for a minute. It sounded like the older girl who, a year earlier, had thought of her as a perky, idiotic annoyance. Emily. But she was dead.

"Get to work, Taquela," Miss Grissiom snapped. Taquela came out of her trance and went back to work.

Emily groaned, but only Taquela could hear. Emily hated Miss Grissiom. She was a mean-spirited teacher. She didn't like children at all. She was just like Oliver.

Emily decided that she was going to deal with Oliver later. She sing-songed again, "Taquela, Taquela, I'm on...YOUR DESK!"

"Emily, I don't want to play!" sobbed Taquela, but Emily laughed evilly, ripped off a piece of paper, and stabbed Taquela's eye.

Taquela cried out, and pitched forward, now dead.

Miss Grissiom looked at Taquela. "Good riddance!" she cried, but Emily's voice came to her.

"Remember me, Miss Grissiom?" Emily said, so that only Miss Grissiom could hear.

She jumped inside of Miss Grissiom's body, and went to the area where her heart was. Emily grinned mischievously. Miss Grissiom's heart became Emily's punching bag.

Emily gave one hard punch to Miss Grissiom's heart, and the poor teacher passed out. Emily flew out of Miss Grissiom's body. She knew for sure Miss Grissiom was dead.

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Emily saw the house of her child-hating neighbors, Tiffany and Gunther. They were a brother and a sister who lived together until Tiffany found an apartment.

Emily floated into the house. Tiffany was cooking, and Gunther was working on taxes.

She would torture Tiffany first. She floated over to Tiffany and inside her body.

"Hi, Tiffany," Emily said playfully. "Remember me?" She punched Tiffany's heart as quick as anything, floated out, and watched her die.

Gunther saw Tiffany and gasped. "Tiffany? You're dead?"

"Very much so," Emily said, making herself visible. "Your dear, fragile younger sister is dead now, don't you see?" She laughed, throwing her head back.

"EMILY!" Gunther exploded.

"Yes, it's me," Emily replied. 'Since Tiffany's dead, what shall we do? Oh, I know!" She grabbed a pen and squirted ink into Gunther's eyes. Gunther pitched forward, as dead as Tiffany.

Emily looked proud of her work. "Now you feel my pain, poor imbeciles," she said.

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Following the deaths, funerals for Tiffany, Miss Grissiom, Tequela, Max, and Gunther were held.

"Hahaha, I laugh at you," said Emily cruelly. She was now satisfied, for the people she hated felt her pain.

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Basically, she's killing people who torment her, or in Tequela's case, who she doesn't like.

Tequela is pronounced "Tuh-QUEE-luh"