I'm Samantha Jones, I'm 16 from Kent, and recently I've been haunted by a demon.

She was weird at first but easy to get used to. She called herself Amethyst & from head to toe there was no colour on her entire body except for her eyes; which sparkled a deep purple that reminded me of the jewel of her name. Apart from her oddly coloured eyes & lack of any other colour she had giant raven's wings that almost brushed the floor.

Amethyst's 'hauntings' started off as little acts of pestering. Her first trick was to hide my keys the Monday morning of my January maths exam. I was lucky she had though, for if she hadn't I could have been stuck in the fire that erupted in the test hall.

She often tried to give me nightmares too by invading my dreams. It never worked though, her overly adorable features and cute pouts made it impossible for her to be scary enough.

After a while Amethyst stepped up her game. She started messing with my laptop, switching the language settings for the internet browser, which helped me pass Spanish, and hijacking my school forum profile to reveal my long-term secret crush on Zackery Cosgrove: the daydreaming brunette from English class. Zackery saw the post & actually invited me to hang out as well, much to my surprise.

I've found that I've grown used to her antics; horses running in the garden, making the food go mouldy, even redoing my homework with supposedly the wrong answers. Amethyst's antics made my average life that bit happier. Whereas people hardly noticed me before, I became the talk of the school. I had several cool friends, a handsome boyfriend & my grades were steadily growing.

Yet, I couldn't help but wonder; if Amethyst was meant to be a demon, why was she so bad at her job? I tried to confront her for it & tried to ask her, but she never gave me an answer, only shoved me away and went on to her next devious scheme. I could see that she was trying with great difficulty to be the demon to brake me but no matter what she did she couldn't make my life a living hell.

Perhaps she already knew that she wasn't good at being bad and just didn't want to admit it to herself. For that reason I decided it couldn't hurt to keep letting her try to make my life worse, it hadn't done any harm up to that point, so it stayed that way until a couple of days ago.

I walked into my room to find she was gone; the window left wide open. She hadn't come back since but she did leave something behind. On my night stand lay a perfectly polished, oval cut amethyst.