All the cobwebs have been cleared, as we all sit by the glow of the crackling fire, taking in the crisp autum air, as it fills our lungs, and the crackling of the fire grows louder, and everyone but our storyteller is silentt.
Never mind the rustling in the bushes, or the suttle screams around you, as they are mostly figments of your imagination, and not that of the dearly departed female teenagers, who died in that school.
I forgot to mention that the school in this story, is the one not too far from here. New Jersey is a beautiful place, but this is our tragedy. You can try to piece together the facts, and sort out what is fiction, if you'd like.
Remember keep the flashlights on, as it gets dark quickly in these parts, and watch out for the unkown, as you listen to this tale.
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Everyone talks of the legend in hush tones, as students pass through the halls of Hillside High. There are the people that believe in the ghost stories, and of course the others who find the tales laughable.
Hillside High is located in a small town, a rather ordinary place for most. The backdrop is boring to the young ambitious students lingering the halls of the old building, that has had several repairs over the last century.
Nobody would question the strange occurrences in the school, until now. The school newspaper, “The Weekly Beat,” has decided to print a story about one of the students dying unexpectedly at the school’s pool. This is not the first time this has occurred; causing myself Justin Timberlake and fellow students to take notice.
I am a straight “A” Student with a passion for writing, and I like to undercover the dirt that lies beneath the surface of every story.
Unfortunately for me, I never get assigned front page news. My general assignment is to report the latest social happens around town and school. But this is one story that deserves my full attention!
Jerry the head of the paper shakes his head, “No way can we put this story in our paper. You know how this school is about bringing up these ghost stories. Your right, this student's death was unexplainable. But to assume that there's a poltergist in our midst is just absurd!"
Sighing, I throw down his papers, “We have to do something before this happens again. I saw her earlier that afternoon and she told me she saw someone strange following her in the shadows. She was not one to make up stuff. When they pulled her from the water, she had these odd marks on her throat, just like the last victim. It is always a young female that dies, and each one mentions seeing this guy, they do not know, flirting with them.”
My eyes widen, “I have really researched this, and have found…….”
“Stop,” Jerry frowns, “The only thing you have found is trouble. There are no records of anything of this sort. So there are four females that have perished, there are logical explanations for each one. One girl had an asthma attack, another they found drugs in her bag.”
I growl, as he chuckles, “You’re not listening.”
Jerry smiles, “Of course I am not going to listen to you, and your imaginary stories.”
I scowl, “You do not care because I am a bookworm, and you’re this jock, but you know your girlfriend’s on the damn swim team, so you better act fast, before it is too late. She could be next.”
Laughing he turns to me, grabbing my thin waist, “Go do your assignment Timberlake researching the mold on Britney Dupri’s lunch. That has been your assignment for the last three days. All you have been doing is filling your head with this ghost nonsense. Did your fortune telling and prophecy books tell you this, you will be fired if you don’t do your work, so get to it!”
Joting down my facts into the computer, I ignore him momentarily. I know that if I want to get this story out there I’m going to have to play by this guy’s rules. I can’t let another student drown like this.
I take the floppy disk so he cannot delete it. I have been gathering info, like I mentioned to Bozo the boss. There is something going on, and I’m about to dive into the action.
Britney is a rather clueless girl. She would not know the difference between mold and broccoli. This story is about as interesting, as the stale toast in the trash, but at least that has substance.
Britney used the word,"like" so many times she must have passed some sort of record. Amongst all her" likes and totally’s", she haardly commented on her moldy meal. Instead she gossiped about the ins and outs of cheerleading. I thought I would never get to the bottom of the moldy meal, when she began to ramble about the death of the girl on the swim team.
My ears perked, and I thought maybe she had some lead. I had forgotten this girl was on the cheerleading squad and these girls often chatted.
Perhaps, I was going to get something amazing I had thought, then the bell rang and Britney excused herself, and I knew this conversation was over with.
I had to find another lead, and I had an idea how.
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I am sorry, but I cannot complete this tale tonight, and will have to finish another night. Watch your step, as you head back home. I hope I haven't scared you too much, and you will return to hear the rest of my tale.
copyright 2005 Evans R.
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