The Nightmare on the 67th Floor

It was finally Halloween! I had been waiting the whole year just for this day.  But I hate when adults try to scare little kids.  Even a six year old like me can tell the difference between a mask and a real monsters.  I'm Antoinette, but I like to be called Annie.  I live in The Charleston Plaza in New York City with my grandmother who I call Nanna.  In the penthouse on the 66th floor which is at the tippy-top of the Hotel.

"Antoinette, wake up, you're going to be late for tea with Mr. Chaffau," said Nanna, "Once you've taken your bath, put on the lavender dress that I laid on the dresser."

So, I just couldn't wait for the evening when I get to put on my pretty pink princess outfit, complete with my sparkly tiara.  After my bath, I changed and went down for breakfast.

"Antoinette!  That bath was twice as long as it should've been," yelled Nanna, "You better eat that breakfast fast or you won't be able to go trick or treating tonight."

Breakfast looked divine.  The table was decked with scones, biscuits, french toast, quiches, cinnamon rolls and my favorite red velvet pancakes.

"Antoinette, it's so un-lady like to scarf down you food like a hungry pig," Nanna yelled.

"You said to eat fast," I said, talking with my mouth full.

"Ughhh, try not to get anything on the dress.  It's new," sighed Nanna, "So tonight, I'll arrange for Victoria and Jacqueline to come over for Halloween.  Please don't scare everyone.  I think that has to o with what Mr. Chaffau has to talk to you about."

After a delicious breakfast we went down to Mr. Chaffau's office.

"So Antoinette, I have some very important business to talk to you about, concerning the well being of the guests at Charleston Plaza," he said tiredly.

I guess someone forgot their coffee, because Mr. Chaffau was a tired wreck.

"Please don't scare everyone," he said, "We had half of our guest checkout that very night."

"When did I ever do that," I exclaimed.

The TV in the corner flashed on and showed me scaring people.  They wore expressions that they were scared so hard that they wet their pants.

"You're no fun," I humphed.

Ok, so the day was as boring as any other day.  Finally, after teas followed by teas, we got home, just in time to get ready for Halloween.

"Nanna, where is my princess costume," I yelled.

"In the closet next to the linen closet.  Why can't you keep track of your own things," yelled Nanna.

I pulled on my princess gown.  And let me tell you, it looked fabulous!  The sparkles shined brighter than the sun, the silk was as soft as a cloud, and the tiara looked as real as if it had come from a real princess.

To be continued...

Nightmare on the 67th Floor

It was finally Halloween! I had been waiting the whole year just for this day.  But I hate when adults try to scare little kids.  Even a six year old like me can tell the difference between a mask and a real monsters.  I'm Antoinette, but I like to be called Annie.  I live in The Charleston Plaza in New York City with my grandmother who I call Nanna.  In the penthouse on the 66th floor which is at the tippy-top of the Hotel.

"Antoinette, wake up, you're going to be late for tea with Mr. Chaffau," said Nanna, "Once you've taken your bath, put on the lavender dress that I laid on the dresser."

So, I just couldn't wait for the evening when I get to put on my pretty pink princess outfit, complete with my sparkly tiara.  After my bath, I changed and went down for breakfast.

"Antoinette!  That bath was twice as long as it should've been," yelled Nanna, "You better eat that breakfast fast or you won't be able to go trick or treating tonight."

Breakfast looked divine.  The table was decked with scones, biscuits, french toast, quiches, cinnamon rolls and my favorite red velvet pancakes.

"Antoinette, it's so un-lady like to scarf down you food like a hungry pig," Nanna yelled.

"You said to eat fast," I said, talking with my mouth full.

"Ughhh, try not to get anything on the dress.  It's new," sighed Nanna, "So tonight, I'll arrange for Victoria and Savanna to come over for Halloween.  Please don't scare everyone.  I think that has to o with what Mr. Chaffau has to talk to you about."

After a delicious breakfast we went down to Mr. Chaffau's office.

"So Antoinette, I have some very important business to talk to you about, concerning the well being of the guests at Charleston Plaza," he said tiredly.

I guess someone forgot their coffee, because Mr. Chaffau was a tired wreck.

"Please don't scare everyone," he said, "We had half of our guest checkout that very night."

"When did I ever do that," I exclaimed.

The TV in the corner flashed on and showed me scaring people.  They wore expressions that they were scared so hard that they wet their pants.  

"You're no fun," I humphed.

Ok, so the day was as boring as any other day.  Finally, after teas followed by teas, we got home, just in time to get ready for Halloween.

To be continued...

The Nightmare on the 67th Floor

It was finally Halloween! I had been waiting the whole year just for this day.  But I hate when adults try to scare little kids.  Even a six year old like me can tell the difference between a mask and a real monsters.  I'm Antoinette, but I like to be called Annie.  I live in The Charleston Plaza in New York City with my grandmother who I call Nanna.  In the penthouse on the 66th floor which is at the tippy-top of the Hotel.

"Antoinette, wake up, you're going to be late for tea with Mr. Chaffau," said Nanna, "Once you've taken your bath, put on the lavender dress that I laid on the dresser."

So, I just couldn't wait for the evening when I get to put on my pretty pink princess outfit, complete with my sparkly tiara.  After my bath, I changed and went down for breakfast.

"Antoinette!  That bath was twice as long as it should've been," yelled Nanna, "You better eat that breakfast fast or you won't be able to go trick or treating tonight."

Breakfast looked divine.  The table was decked with scones, biscuits, french toast, quiches, cinnamon rolls and my favorite red velvet pancakes.

"Antoinette, it's so un-lady like to scarf down you food like a hungry pig," Nanna yelled.

"You said to eat fast," I said, talking with my mouth full.

"Ughhh, try not to get anything on the dress.  It's new," sighed Nanna, "So tonight, I'll arrange for Victoria and Savanna to come over for Halloween.  Please don't scare everyone.  I think that has to o with what Mr. Chaffau has to talk to you about."

After a delicious breakfast we went down to Mr. Chaffau's office.

"So Antoinette, I have some very important business to talk to you about, concerning the well being of the guests at Charleston Plaza," he said tiredly.

I guess someone forgot their coffee.

To be continued...

The Nightmare on the 67th Floor

It was finally Halloween! I had been waiting the whole year just for this day.  But I hate when adults try to scare little kids.  Even a six year old like me can tell the difference between a mask and a real monsters.  I'm Antoinette, but I like to be called Annie.  I live in The Charleston Plaza in New York City with my grandmother who I call Nannie.  In the penthouse on the 66th floor which is at the tippy-top of the Hotel.

"Antoinette, wake up, you're going to be late for tea with Mr. Chaffau," said my grandmother, "Once you've taken your bath, put on the lavender dress that I laid on the dresser."

Oh my gosh, it was actually Halloween.  I just couldn't wait for the evening when I get to put on my pretty pink princess gown.  After my bath, I changed and went down for breakfast.

To be continued...

Word Study Sentence Chunks

But even as that thought touched his mind he knew that for him to drift home, rootless, and without any stake in the country that had bred him, nor any hope of such would he be only the shadow and none...

Sixteen children / and young people / were stricken with the mysterious fever, / and none of the familiar remedies / seemed to be of any benifit.

The next day after school, / Jess went down / and got the lumber he needed, / carrying it a couple boards at a time / to the creek bank.

AHW

You Can't Manipulate a Prophecy!

PART 1

Hi I'm Kyla Lewis a 16 year old girl who lived in Springdale.  Springdale was known for its vivid history.  Around the year 1900, 5000 citizens were killed by a small epidemic of Pageovirus D-98.  The Pageovirus caused its victims to think that they were animals and run wild around the raggedy town.  To quarantine the infected, the Mayor ordered everyone infected to be locked up in the Springdale Prison.  The Prison was dark and murky that had been vacant for the past 100 years.
they were about to tear it down before the outbreak.  Eventually, the jail was filled with Pageovirus victims.  5 years after the disease broke out, the Springdale Jail was burnt down by their loved ones (for no reason) and never spoken about again.  10 years later, a school was built a top the ruins.

On June 12, 2014, the citizens of Springdale, crowded around the "Cochester Hall".  Everyone in town was there, including me.  I as some people say, am a very curios girl. I always have to know what  was going on.  This was an event that I could not miss.  About 1 hour ago, a shrill shriek came from inside of the school.  A call was made by Mrs. Gaffney who heard the scream.  The police found out that everyone inside had gone insane.  When I got there the police were taking some students to the "Springdale Asylum for the Mentally Ill".  The students were twitching and saying things that didn't make sense.  I could not resist a moment like this, so I decided to get some info on the scene.

"So what exactly happened," I asked a nearby officer.

"Well, about an hour ago, all the people in the building went crazy.  The bad thing is, there are still some crazy people in the school.  Those people are the people who went really psycho," said the officer, "Even I'm scared to go inside."

"Really!  Have you found a cause," I asked.

"No, not yet.  Most of the times it's a disease of something of the sort, but we just got the lab results and doesn't give the smallest hint of that so.." his voice trailed off.

"So what do you think it is that cause this sudden out burst," I asked.

"Well, at this point we don't know.  We've tried everything possible, disease, poison and more.  I mean what else is there to try," he asked.

"How about, maybe..." I said getting cut off.

"This is sort of like the incident of 1900," said an old lady.

For some reason, she looked familiar.

"The what," said the officer.

"Oh I forgot that people don't talk about it anymore.  Allow me to introduce myself, I am Marissa Periwinkle and I live on the far side of the town," said the lady.

Her voice sounded so familiar.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Periwinkle, I'm Sheriff Brown, now tell us your theory," said the officer.

She told us about how the town had caught the Pageovirus and about how the school was built upon the site.

"So you mean to say that you think that this place is haunted," the officer laughed.

"Yes, it could be your best lead now.  I heard that your ideas had run dry," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

"Well, that is insane, ghost haunting a school," he laughed, "Hilarious!"

Mrs. Periwinkle looked un-amused at his childish behavior and casually strolled off.  I decided to take off too, it was getting late and I had to get home.

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind me.

It was Mrs. Periwinkle.

"I didn't catch your name back there," she said.

"Oh I'm Kyla," I replied.

"Ok Kyla, you know that story I told you, well it's all true.  My grandmother lived through the tragedy," Mrs. Periwinkle whispered.

"Really," I exclaimed

"I have proof," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "Wait a minute, is your grandmother Janet Lewis?"

"Yeah, that's my Nana," I replied.

"I'm you grandma's friend.  Janet was a very brave lady.  She risked her own life to save Springdale by warning people about the prophecy,"she said happily.

"What prophecy," I asked

"Oh dear, I forgot how little you know on the situation.  Well, right after the tragedy, a well known prophet came into town to help the Mayor.  When he was in a private meeting with the mayor, he told about the town's terrible fate.  The future is gloomy, one special group started by a special mind, will bring light," she replied, "I believe that you have something to do with it."

"What if I'm not the girl,"I asked.

"Does it matter, we can always try," she replied, very mysteriously.

"Well,  I must be getting back home soon.  My parents will be wondering where I am.  How about we meet at the school tomorrow at 9," I asked.

"That sounds divine," she said, skipping off into the sunset.

PART 2

Something just didn't seem right about Mrs. Periwinkle.  She was nice and all, but everything about her seemed mysterious.  At the end of our conversation it sort of got creepy.  She started staring at me intensely as if she was trying to shoot lasers from her eyes at me, her breathing got heavier and her voice started cracking.  All night, I was up debating weather or not to go meet her in the morning.  Was she just a "Wacko" who escaped from the Asylum or an old lady who knew the truth behind .  In the end, my adventurous side go the better of me.  The next day at approximately 9:00 A.M., I arrived at the school to find Mrs. Periwinkle sitting on the bench in front of the school.

"I heard they abandoned the case last night," she said sadly.

"Oh really," I wondered.

"They had no other leads so they closed the case," she replied.

"So what were you thinking about the case," I asked.

"Well, if you're up for it, I was going to stay a night in the school," she replied.

Ohhh, this was risky, but I loved a great adventure.  I needed to know the details.  The anxiety was literally killing me!!!! Wait...  This could also mean my death.  I am only 16.  I can't die young.  Wait...  But you only live once, right?I'll Just have to make the most of my life.  But, but, but, but.

"Sure," I blurted.

That, I started to regret.

"Oh perfect.  I have everything set up.  Just follow me," she said excitedly.

She casually walked into the building.  It looked like a Medieval Castle from Spain.  There were dazzlingly vivid painted glass windows and the architecture was just amazing.  The arched ceiling was covered in murals.  Not one single thing lack precision and detail.  But as we got further into the building, doors were flung opened, revealing classrooms and closets.  They added some contrast to the beautiful halls. Desks were overturned, paper was scattered all over the floor, the windows were smashed and cabinets were on their sides.  It all just looked  like a pile of rubbish.

"You seem so quiet Kyla.  So tell me about yourself," Mrs. Periwinkle smiled.

"Well," my voice trailed.

"What are your hobbies," she asked.

"Well, I figure skate, play the piano," my voice trailed off again.

Why was I giving information to a stranger?  STRANGER DANGER!

"When I was your age," she started.

Great.  A story about her past.  I don't even listen to my own grandma when she talks about her childhood.  This is what I hear: Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.  I'm really no in the mood for a story about the past, when there's so much more I could be worrying about.  I mean really, would you rather listen to an old woman drone on about her life or would you rather learn about ghosts haunting a nearby school.  Duh, ghosts win by a long shot.

"... and that's when I realized that elephants don't eat woodchucks," she said, or at least that's what I thought she said.

"Wow what a powerfu-," I started, but then noticed a girl running down the halls.

She sped down the hallway like a bullet, straight towards us.  Just as she entered my personal bubble, she stopped.

"Go away or we will torture you," she whispered, her voice was smooth and dream like.

"What," I replied.

"You have been warned," she evilly chuckled.

Just then her eyes rolled back into her head revealing just a shiny white sphere and pulled out a kitchen knife.

"If you keep sticking you nose into this case, you have the same fate as this squirrel," she laughed.

"Oh, I love this part," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

Mrs. Periwinkle's eyes also rolled back into her head.

Out of no where a squirrel nimbly ran across the floor.  Suddenly, it was grasped by the pale hand of the psycho girl.  She squeezed it so hard, I could see its face turning blue.  In no time, it was dead limp.  Then she grabbed the knife and slit the throat of the poor squirrel.  Blood splatter everywhere.  Suddenly my eyes started getting heavier and heavier and I got drowsier and drowsier.  The last thing I heard before I blacked out was a shrill laugh.

Part 3

I woke up to a horrible noise.  My ears felt like they were bleeding.  The noise then stopped and everything was dead silent.

"We know that you won't give up.  So you will face the consequences of a curious mind," said a mysterious voice.

That's when, I noticed that I was lying on a cold metal table.

"Hello Darling," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "This won't hurt a bit."

I noticed that she a syringe full of black liquid.

"No," I yelled.

Mrs. Periwinkle flinched as if my words hurt her like knives.

"I swear.  You'll only end up like  my apprentice here," she said, pointing to the little girl.

"I was just like you.  Now I don't regret a thing," said the girl.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PSYCHOPATHS," I screamed.

They both fell backwards.  Was my commanding voice hurting them.

"Just 1 little shot," begged the girl.

"I SAID NO.  GET AWAY FROM ME.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I screamed.

Mrs. Periwinkle vanished into thin and and the girl did too.  Just then, a white vapor rose from her mouth.

"You're the one we've been looking for all along," said Mrs. Periwinkle reappearing.

"Who's we," I snapped.

I stood frozen looking at the figures that poured in from the walls and through the door.

"Is sh-sh-she the one to destroy us-s-s-s," question a voice.

"Shes only the leader of their little band of misfits," croaked another, "Don't worry child, we have more in store."

In the blink of an eye they all vanished.  Suddenly, there was a deafening growl followed by a shrill shriek.  That's when I thought I was hallucinating because the windows shattered, spaying glass in every which way.  Like any sensible person I backed out of the room.

"Help me," screamed a voice.

I turned around to see a group of people whose faces were scarred, battered and disoriented.  Their clothes were ripped and frayed.  They looked so... How do I put this nicely.  Grotesque, diabolical, horrendous, inhuman.  That's when I noticed the boy that they were chasing.  I watched as the foul creatures inched towards him.  I watched as his scream grew louder and louder.  I watched as his face became filled with horror.  He took a step back and slipped on the sleek red carpet.  I could not stand to see him at the hand of the creatures.  So I sprinted to him and pulled him off the ground.  We ran and ran and ran, until we found a classroom and locked the door.

"Thanks for saving me back there," he said.

"No problem," I panted.

"I'm Will," he said, "And you."

"Kyla," I replied, "When did you get here."

"Well I saw those monsters and they chased me right into the building," he explained.

Thump. Thump. Thump.  Suddenly a hand smashed through the door.  It was followed by a hard kick.

"Uh Oh," I panicked.

Before I knew it, the door was down.  The creatures inched towards us until Will and I were literally hugging the corner.

"Get away from them," yelled a voice.

The sound of gunshots rang throughout the room.  One by one, the "Things" dropped DEAD.  Down from the ceiling support beams, sprang a figure dressed in black.  I watched in awe as she skillfully landed on his or her feet.

"I can't express my thanks," I started.

There was another loud growl from the hallways.

"If you want to, run," she whispered.

She grabbed my sleeve and dragged me into the hallway.  The ghosts were back.

"Who are you two," one of them asked, "I thought we only had to deal with that Kyla."

The ghost wiggled her bony finger at Will and the girl dressed in black.

"I'm Amber, and you grandma, look like an old wrinkled prune," the girl in black spat.

"I'm William.  Mrs...," whispered Will.

"Don't Mrs. me.  I have more power than you cowards will ever have," she shrieked.

"Actually you're a coward.  Torturing little children," Amber screamed.

"Tell that to our boss," she shrieked.

The world around me began to spin like a pin-wheel.

"What's happening," I questioned.

"It's time you meet the master," said a cackling voice.

My body swung side to side in a sleepy manor.  My eyes blistered from a blinding light.  I just went limp all over.  I shut my eyes to see a multi-colored cyclone.

To Be Continued...

Reflections Piece

A Pricey Lesson to Learn

Hi, I am Sandra Davies, nice to meet you.  I am not a geeky sort of girl, but I am also not one of those super popular divas either.  I like to consider myself as a soft spoken, quote-unquote “Goodie, Goodie”.  This year, I am a freshman at Worchester High School.  I did say I was soft spoken and a “Goodie, Goodie” but I also have many friends.  My best friend is Sasha Stevens who is a really sweet and loyal friend. 

This summer, Sasha was in a fire that left half of her face severely burnt.  She later got cosmetic surgery to replace the burnt flesh.  Even though it had improved her scars, it was still severely discolored and made her look like a melting candle.

I was usually the one nervous on the first day of school, but this year I was more nervous for Sasha.  Would our classmates treat her like old Sasha or would they judge Sasha by her look?  Those thoughts kept me up all night.  The next morning, I ran to Sasha’s house to help her get ready.  I found her standing in front of the bathroom mirror staring at what was once silky smooth flesh.  All was left, was a patch of droopy discolored tissue.

“Sasha, are you sure that you want to go to school?” I asked.

“Yes Sandra, when do you let fear get the better of you?” Sasha said bravely, “And besides, what’s worse about school?  I’ve encountered many stares and judging looks over the past few weeks.”

Before I knew it, we were standing in front of Worchester Academy.

“This is it, Sasha.  We’re,” I said getting interrupted.

“Sandra, what are you doing with that monster?” said Missy Martin, looking at Sasha.

Missy is one of those popular diva type of girls that have their posy traveling behind them.  They are rude and self-centered and not the type I usually hang out with.  Over the past year, Missy and Sasha have developed this hate relationship.  Ever since this started, Missy has wanted to steal me from Sasha.

“It’s Sasha,” Sasha corrected.

“What is up with your face?  Sorry I couldn’t recognize you with your face all messed up,” laughed Missy, “Maybe you should cover it up with some foundation.”

“Like what you did to that pimple,” replied Sasha, pointing at a little spot on Missy’s face.

“Ah, I don’t have pimples.  Besides, I don’t believe in cosmetics and hair products,” said Missy.

“Tell that to those hair extensions,” Sasha said.

“You are one tough cookie, eh?  Well, you may have won this round, but it’s not over,” said Missy.

Missy stormed away, with a wide grin on her face.  I knew she was plotting something mean against Sasha.  At their next showdown, Sasha would have to bring her A-game.

We stepped inside the school, and all eyes were on Sasha.  Everyone noticed the discolored and deformed face of Sasha.  No one had to say a word for me to know that Sasha wasn’t going to be treated like a normal student again.  My predictions were right.  In home room, no one would sit within a 3 chair radius of her.  No one would sit on our side of the cafeteria.  There were tons of empty tables on our half, but everyone just scrambled to the opposite side.

“I see that everyone’s scared of you because of your ugliness,” said a voice, it was Missy.

“Like you should talk.  When they gave out looks, you thought they said books, so you said, ‘Give me something funny.’” Sasha fired back.

“Rude.  Just to let you know.  You’re a monster to everyone else.  You don’t even belong here.  You should just stay at home,” said Missy angrily, “I would slap you, but I don’t want to make you look any better.”

“Let’s just go,” I whispered.

I knew that Sasha was regretting coming to school.  The rest of the day was not much better.  Sasha got many mean comments regarding her looks.  They called her “monster, freak, retard etc.” wherever she went.  The comments seemed to follow her.  Even Sasha’s old friends turned against her.  At the end of the day, I tried to find Sasha.  I saw her running down the street.  It didn’t look like she was going home, more like she was running away.  I decided just to go home by myself.  She needed some alone time.  Strolling down the long way home I thought about how today must have felt for Sasha and what it was like to start out at a new school with a deformed face.  All those mean comments and laughs kept flashing through my mind.  What a bullying reality we are living in.  An overwhelming feeling of chillness, sadness and anger gushed down my body. 

When I got home I felt really tired from the long and unpleasant day and soon fell asleep.  I must have been asleep for a really long time.  By the time I woke up, it was pitch black outside.  Suddenly I heard a soft knock on the door.

“Who is it?  Please come in,” I said.

            It was my mom.  She had a sad look on her face.  I knew that here was bad news, but about what.

            “Honey,” said my mom, her voice cracking, “Sasha’s dead.”

No.  No.  No.  No.  How could this happen?  Who Killed her?  So many questions were on my mind.

“She committed suicide,” said mom.

I felt a flood of tears welling up in my eyes.  Before I knew it, I was shedding hot tears down my cheeks.

“But how, why,” I sobbed.

“They found her under of the water tower.  She jumped to her death,” said mom.

“She ran to the water tower after school today.  She wouldn’t have died if people opened their hearts and accepted her.  Why people acted like that?  Inside of her it’s still the same sweet Sasha,” I cried.

“Yes.  The whole world would be a better place if people learned to open their hearts and look beyond the outer beauty,” mom whispered.

She was right.  A lesson learned from the loss of an innocent young life is too pricy.  But it’s not too late for us to open our hearts looking beyond the outer beauty to make this world a better place. 

The world would be a better place if we learned to open our hearts and look beyond the outer beauty.

-Vivian Yee

AHW

You Can't Manipulate a Prophecy!

PART 1

Hi I'm Kyla Lewis a 16 year old girl who lived in Springdale.  Springdale was known for its vivid history.  Around the year 1900, 5000 citizens were killed by a small epidemic of Pageovirus D-98.  The Pageovirus caused its victims to think that they were animals and run wild around the raggedy town.  To quarantine the infected, the Mayor ordered everyone infected to be locked up in the Springdale Prison.  The Prison was dark and murky that had been vacant for the past 100 years.
they were about to tear it down before the outbreak.  Eventually, the jail was filled with Pageovirus victims.  5 years after the disease broke out, the Springdale Jail was burnt down by their loved ones (for no reason) and never spoken about again.  10 years later, a school was built a top the ruins.

On June 12, 2014, the citizens of Springdale, crowded around the "Cochester Hall".  Everyone in town was there, including me.  I as some people say, am a very curios girl. I always have to know what  was going on.  This was an event that I could not miss.  About 1 hour ago, a shrill shriek came from inside of the school.  A call was made by Mrs. Gaffney who heard the scream.  The police found out that everyone inside had gone insane.  When I got there the police were taking some students to the "Springdale Asylum for the Mentally Ill".  The students were twitching and saying things that didn't make sense.  I could not resist a moment like this, so I decided to get some info on the scene.

"So what exactly happened," I asked a nearby officer.

"Well, about an hour ago, all the people in the building went crazy.  The bad thing is, there are still some crazy people in the school.  Those people are the people who went really psycho," said the officer, "Even I'm scared to go inside."

"Really!  Have you found a cause," I asked.

"No, not yet.  Most of the times it's a disease of something of the sort, but we just got the lab results and doesn't give the smallest hint of that so.." his voice trailed off.

"So what do you think it is that cause this sudden out burst," I asked.

"Well, at this point we don't know.  We've tried everything possible, disease, poison and more.  I mean what else is there to try," he asked.

"How about, maybe..." I said getting cut off.

"This is sort of like the incident of 1900," said an old lady.

For some reason, she looked familiar.

"The what," said the officer.

"Oh I forgot that people don't talk about it anymore.  Allow me to introduce myself, I am Marissa Periwinkle and I live on the far side of the town," said the lady.

Her voice sounded so familiar.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Periwinkle, I'm Sheriff Brown, now tell us your theory," said the officer.

She told us about how the town had caught the Pageovirus and about how the school was built upon the site.

"So you mean to say that you think that this place is haunted," the officer laughed.

"Yes, it could be your best lead now.  I heard that your ideas had run dry," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

"Well, that is insane, ghost haunting a school," he laughed, "Hilarious!"

Mrs. Periwinkle looked un-amused at his childish behavior and casually strolled off.  I decided to take off too, it was getting late and I had to get home.

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind me.

It was Mrs. Periwinkle.

"I didn't catch your name back there," she said.

"Oh I'm Kyla," I replied.

"Ok Kyla, you know that story I told you, well it's all true.  My grandmother lived through the tragedy," Mrs. Periwinkle whispered.

"Really," I exclaimed

"I have proof," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "Wait a minute, is your grandmother Janet Lewis?"

"Yeah, that's my Nana," I replied.

"I'm you grandma's friend.  Janet was a very brave lady.  She risked her own life to save Springdale by warning people about the prophecy,"she said happily.

"What prophecy," I asked

"Oh dear, I forgot how little you know on the situation.  Well, right after the tragedy, a well known prophet came into town to help the Mayor.  When he was in a private meeting with the mayor, he told about the town's terrible fate.  The future is gloomy, one special group started by a special mind, will bring light," she replied, "I believe that you have something to do with it."

"What if I'm not the girl,"I asked.

"Does it matter, we can always try," she replied, very mysteriously.

"Well,  I must be getting back home soon.  My parents will be wondering where I am.  How about we meet at the school tomorrow at 9," I asked.

"That sounds divine," she said, skipping off into the sunset.

PART 2

Something just didn't seem right about Mrs. Periwinkle.  She was nice and all, but everything about her seemed mysterious.  At the end of our conversation it sort of got creepy.  She started staring at me intensely as if she was trying to shoot lasers from her eyes at me, her breathing got heavier and her voice started cracking.  All night, I was up debating weather or not to go meet her in the morning.  Was she just a "Wacko" who escaped from the Asylum or an old lady who knew the truth behind .  In the end, my adventurous side go the better of me.  The next day at approximately 9:00 A.M., I arrived at the school to find Mrs. Periwinkle sitting on the bench in front of the school.

"I heard they abandoned the case last night," she said sadly.

"Oh really," I wondered.

"They had no other leads so they closed the case," she replied.

"So what were you thinking about the case," I asked.

"Well, if you're up for it, I was going to stay a night in the school," she replied.

Ohhh, this was risky, but I loved a great adventure.  I needed to know the details.  The anxiety was literally killing me!!!! Wait...  This could also mean my death.  I am only 16.  I can't die young.  Wait...  But you only live once, right?I'll Just have to make the most of my life.  But, but, but, but.

"Sure," I blurted.

That, I started to regret.

"Oh perfect.  I have everything set up.  Just follow me," she said excitedly.

She casually walked into the building.  It looked like a Medieval Castle from Spain.  There were dazzlingly vivid painted glass windows and the architecture was just amazing.  The arched ceiling was covered in murals.  Not one single thing lack precision and detail.  But as we got further into the building, doors were flung opened, revealing classrooms and closets.  They added some contrast to the beautiful halls. Desks were overturned, paper was scattered all over the floor, the windows were smashed and cabinets were on their sides.  It all just looked  like a pile of rubbish.

"You seem so quiet Kyla.  So tell me about yourself," Mrs. Periwinkle smiled.

"Well," my voice trailed.

"What are your hobbies," she asked.

"Well, I figure skate, play the piano," my voice trailed off again.

Why was I giving information to a stranger?  STRANGER DANGER!

"When I was your age," she started.

Great.  A story about her past.  I don't even listen to my own grandma when she talks about her childhood.  This is what I hear: Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.  I'm really no in the mood for a story about the past, when there's so much more I could be worrying about.  I mean really, would you rather listen to an old woman drone on about her life or would you rather learn about ghosts haunting a nearby school.  Duh, ghosts win by a long shot.

"... and that's when I realized that elephants don't eat woodchucks," she said, or at least that's what I thought she said.

"Wow what a powerfu-," I started, but then noticed a girl running down the halls.

She sped down the hallway like a bullet, straight towards us.  Just as she entered my personal bubble, she stopped.

"Go away or we will torture you," she whispered, her voice was smooth and dream like.

"What," I replied.

"You have been warned," she evilly chuckled.

Just then her eyes rolled back into her head revealing just a shiny white sphere and pulled out a kitchen knife.

"If you keep sticking you nose into this case, you have the same fate as this squirrel," she laughed.

"Oh, I love this part," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

Mrs. Periwinkle's eyes also rolled back into her head.

Out of no where a squirrel nimbly ran across the floor.  Suddenly, it was grasped by the pale hand of the psycho girl.  She squeezed it so hard, I could see its face turning blue.  In no time, it was dead limp.  Then she grabbed the knife and slit the throat of the poor squirrel.  Blood splatter everywhere.  Suddenly my eyes started getting heavier and heavier and I got drowsier and drowsier.  The last thing I heard before I blacked out was a shrill laugh.

Part 3

I woke up to a horrible noise.  My ears felt like they were bleeding.  The noise then stopped and everything was dead silent.

"We know that you won't give up.  So you will face the consequences of a curious mind," said a mysterious voice.

That's when, I noticed that I was lying on a cold metal table.

"Hello Darling," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "This won't hurt a bit."

I noticed that she a syringe full of black liquid.

"No," I yelled.

Mrs. Periwinkle flinched as if my words hurt her like knives.

"I swear.  You'll only end up like  my apprentice here," she said, pointing to the little girl.

"I was just like you.  Now I don't regret a thing," said the girl.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PSYCHOPATHS," I screamed.

They both fell backwards.  Was my commanding voice hurting them.

"Just 1 little shot," begged the girl.

"I SAID NO.  GET AWAY FROM ME.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I screamed.

Mrs. Periwinkle vanished into thin and and the girl did too.  Just then, a white vapor rose from her mouth.

"You're the one we've been looking for all along," said Mrs. Periwinkle reappearing.

"Who's we," I snapped.

I stood frozen looking at the figures that poured in from the walls and through the door.

"Is sh-sh-she the one to destroy us-s-s-s," question a voice.

"Shes only the leader of their little band of misfits," croaked another, "Don't worry child, we have more in store."

In the blink of an eye they all vanished.  Suddenly, there was a deafening growl followed by a shrill shriek.  That's when I thought I was hallucinating because the windows shattered, spaying glass in every which way.  Like any sensible person I backed out of the room.

"Help me," screamed a voice.

I turned around to see a group of people whose faces were scarred, battered and disoriented.  Their clothes were ripped and frayed.  They looked so... How do I put this nicely.  Grotesque, diabolical, horrendous, inhuman.  That's when I noticed the boy that they were chasing.  I watched as the foul creatures inched towards him.  I watched as his scream grew louder and louder.  I watched as his face became filled with horror.  He took a step back and slipped on the sleek red carpet.  I could not stand to see him at the hand of the creatures.  So I sprinted to him and pulled him off the ground.  We ran and ran and ran, until we found a classroom and locked the door.

"Thanks for saving me back there," he said.

"No problem," I panted.

"I'm Will," he said, "And you."

"Kyla," I replied, "When did you get here."

"Well I saw those monsters and they chased me right into the building," he explained.

Thump. Thump. Thump.  The monsters were going to break down the door.

AHW

You Can't Manipulate a Prophecy!

PART 1

Hi I'm Kyla Lewis a 16 year old girl who lived in Springdale.  Springdale was known for its vivid history.  Around the year 1900, 5000 citizens were killed by a small epidemic of Pageovirus D-98.  The Pageovirus caused its victims to think that they were animals and run wild around the raggedy town.  To quarantine the infected, the Mayor ordered everyone infected to be locked up in the Springdale Prison.  The Prison was dark and murky that had been vacant for the past 100 years.
they were about to tear it down before the outbreak.  Eventually, the jail was filled with Pageovirus victims.  5 years after the disease broke out, the Springdale Jail was burnt down by their loved ones (for no reason) and never spoken about again.  10 years later, a school was built a top the ruins.

On June 12, 2014, the citizens of Springdale, crowded around the "Cochester Hall".  Everyone in town was there, including me.  I as some people say, am a very curios girl. I always have to know what  was going on.  This was an event that I could not miss.  About 1 hour ago, a shrill shriek came from inside of the school.  A call was made by Mrs. Gaffney who heard the scream.  The police found out that everyone inside had gone insane.  When I got there the police were taking some students to the "Springdale Asylum for the Mentally Ill".  The students were twitching and saying things that didn't make sense.  I could not resist a moment like this, so I decided to get some info on the scene.

"So what exactly happened," I asked a nearby officer.

"Well, about an hour ago, all the people in the building went crazy.  The bad thing is, there are still some crazy people in the school.  Those people are the people who went really psycho," said the officer, "Even I'm scared to go inside."

"Really!  Have you found a cause," I asked.

"No, not yet.  Most of the times it's a disease of something of the sort, but we just got the lab results and doesn't give the smallest hint of that so.." his voice trailed off.

"So what do you think it is that cause this sudden out burst," I asked.

"Well, at this point we don't know.  We've tried everything possible, disease, poison and more.  I mean what else is there to try," he asked.

"How about, maybe..." I said getting cut off.

"This is sort of like the incident of 1900," said an old lady.

For some reason, she looked familiar.

"The what," said the officer.

"Oh I forgot that people don't talk about it anymore.  Allow me to introduce myself, I am Marissa Periwinkle and I live on the far side of the town," said the lady.

Her voice sounded so familiar.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Periwinkle, I'm Sheriff Brown, now tell us your theory," said the officer.

She told us about how the town had caught the Pageovirus and about how the school was built upon the site.

"So you mean to say that you think that this place is haunted," the officer laughed.

"Yes, it could be your best lead now.  I heard that your ideas had run dry," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

"Well, that is insane, ghost haunting a school," he laughed, "Hilarious!"

Mrs. Periwinkle looked un-amused at his childish behavior and casually strolled off.  I decided to take off too, it was getting late and I had to get home.

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind me.

It was Mrs. Periwinkle.

"I didn't catch your name back there," she said.

"Oh I'm Kyla," I replied.

"Ok Kyla, you know that story I told you, well it's all true.  My grandmother lived through the tragedy," Mrs. Periwinkle whispered.

"Really," I exclaimed

"I have proof," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "Wait a minute, is your grandmother Janet Lewis?"

"Yeah, that's my Nana," I replied.

"I'm you grandma's friend.  Janet was a very brave lady.  She risked her own life to save Springdale by warning people about the prophecy,"she said happily.

"What prophecy," I asked

"Oh dear, I forgot how little you know on the situation.  Well, right after the tragedy, a well known prophet came into town to help the Mayor.  When he was in a private meeting with the mayor, he told about the town's terrible fate.  The future is gloomy, one special group started by a special mind, will bring light," she replied, "I believe that you have something to do with it."

"What if I'm not the girl,"I asked.

"Does it matter, we can always try," she replied, very mysteriously.

"Well,  I must be getting back home soon.  My parents will be wondering where I am.  How about we meet at the school tomorrow at 9," I asked.

"That sounds divine," she said, skipping off into the sunset.

PART 2

Something just didn't seem right about Mrs. Periwinkle.  She was nice and all, but everything about her seemed mysterious.  At the end of our conversation it sort of got creepy.  She started staring at me intensely as if she was trying to shoot lasers from her eyes at me, her breathing got heavier and her voice started cracking.  All night, I was up debating weather or not to go meet her in the morning.  Was she just a "Wacko" who escaped from the Asylum or an old lady who knew the truth behind .  In the end, my adventurous side go the better of me.  The next day at approximately 9:00 A.M., I arrived at the school to find Mrs. Periwinkle sitting on the bench in front of the school.

"I heard they abandoned the case last night," she said sadly.

"Oh really," I wondered.

"They had no other leads so they closed the case," she replied.

"So what were you thinking about the case," I asked.

"Well, if you're up for it, I was going to stay a night in the school," she replied.

Ohhh, this was risky, but I loved a great adventure.  I needed to know the details.  The anxiety was literally killing me!!!! Wait...  This could also mean my death.  I am only 16.  I can't die young.  Wait...  But you only live once, right?I'll Just have to make the most of my life.  But, but, but, but.

"Sure," I blurted.

That, I started to regret.

"Oh perfect.  I have everything set up.  Just follow me," she said excitedly.

She casually walked into the building.  It looked like a Medieval Castle from Spain.  There were dazzlingly vivid painted glass windows and the architecture was just amazing.  The arched ceiling was covered in murals.  Not one single thing lack precision and detail.  But as we got further into the building, doors were flung opened, revealing classrooms and closets.  They added some contrast to the beautiful halls. Desks were overturned, paper was scattered all over the floor, the windows were smashed and cabinets were on their sides.  It all just looked  like a pile of rubbish.

"You seem so quiet Kyla.  So tell me about yourself," Mrs. Periwinkle smiled.

"Well," my voice trailed.

"What are your hobbies," she asked.

"Well, I figure skate, play the piano," my voice trailed off again.

Why was I giving information to a stranger?  STRANGER DANGER!

"When I was your age," she started.

Great.  A story about her past.  I don't even listen to my own grandma when she talks about her childhood.  This is what I hear: Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.  I'm really no in the mood for a story about the past, when there's so much more I could be worrying about.  I mean really, would you rather listen to an old woman drone on about her life or would you rather learn about ghosts haunting a nearby school.  Duh, ghosts win by a long shot.

"... and that's when I realized that elephants don't eat woodchucks," she said, or at least that's what I thought she said.

"Wow what a powerfu-," I started, but then noticed a girl running down the halls.

She sped down the hallway like a bullet, straight towards us.  Just as she entered my personal bubble, she stopped.

"Go away or we will torture you," she whispered, her voice was smooth and dream like.

"What," I replied.

"You have been warned," she evilly chuckled.

Just then her eyes rolled back into her head revealing just a shiny white sphere and pulled out a kitchen knife.

"If you keep sticking you nose into this case, you have the same fate as this squirrel," she laughed.

"Oh, I love this part," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

Mrs. Periwinkle's eyes also rolled back into her head.

Out of no where a squirrel nimbly ran across the floor.  Suddenly, it was grasped by the pale hand of the psycho girl.  She squeezed it so hard, I could see its face turning blue.  In no time, it was dead limp.  Then she grabbed the knife and slit the throat of the poor squirrel.  Blood splatter everywhere.  Suddenly my eyes started getting heavier and heavier and I got drowsier and drowsier.  The last thing I heard before I blacked out was a shrill laugh.

Part 3

I woke up to a horrible noise.  My ears felt like they were bleeding.  The noise then stopped and everything was dead silent.

"We know that you won't give up.  So you will face the consequences of a curious mind," said a mysterious voice.

That's when, I noticed that I was lying on a cold metal table.

"Hello Darling," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "This won't hurt a bit."

I noticed that she a syringe full of black liquid.

"No," I yelled.

Mrs. Periwinkle flinched as if my words hurt her like knives.

"I swear.  You'll only end up like  my apprentice here," she said, pointing to the little girl.

"I was just like you.  Now I don't regret a thing," said the girl.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PSYCHOPATHS," I screamed.

They both fell backwards.  Was my commanding voice hurting them.

"Just 1 little shot," begged the girl.

"I SAID NO.  GET AWAY FROM ME.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I screamed.

Mrs. Periwinkle vanished into thin and and the girl dropped to the ground.  Just then, a white vapor rose from her mouth.

"What happened," the girl yawned.

"Are you not evil anymore," I asked.

"I was evil," she replied.

"You don't remember," I exclaimed.

"Swear," she replied, "What happened?  Why am I here?"

"Well, I believe that ghost are haunting your school," I informed.

"No dip Sherlock.  Who's that old lady in the corner," she replied.

"You're the one we've been looking for all along," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

"Who's we," I snapped.

I stood frozen looking at the figures that poured in from the walls and through the door.

"Is sh-sh-she the one to destroy us-s-s-s," question a voice.

"Shes only the leader of their little band of misfits," croaked another, "Don't worry child, we have more instore."

In the blink of an eye they all vanished.

"What were they talking about," she asked.

Out of the blue, there was a loud growl...

AHW

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All cruise lines have their own specialty.  Some are great for families, some are known for their culinary master pieces.  Having a hard time deciding?  Well, these are the best cruiselines for these types of people.

To be continued...

AHW

lYou Can't Manipulate a Prophecy!

PART 1

Hi I'm Kyla Lewis a 16 year old girl who lived in Springdale.  Springdale was known for its vivid history.  Around the year 1900, 5000 citizens were killed by a small epidemic of Pageovirus D-98.  The Pageovirus caused its victims to think that they were animals and run wild around the raggedy town.  To quarantine the infected, the Mayor ordered everyone infected to be locked up in the Springdale Prison.  The Prison was dark and murky that had been vacant for the past 100 years.
they were about to tear it down before the outbreak.  Eventually, the jail was filled with Pageovirus victims.  5 years after the disease broke out, the Springdale Jail was burnt down by their loved ones (for no reason) and never spoken about again.  10 years later, a school was built a top the ruins.

On June 12, 2014, the citizens of Springdale, crowded around the "Cochester Hall".  Everyone in town was there, including me.  I as some people say, am a very curios girl. I always have to know what  was going on.  This was an event that I could not miss.  About 1 hour ago, a shrill shriek came from inside of the school.  A call was made by Mrs. Gaffney who heard the scream.  The police found out that everyone inside had gone insane.  When I got there the police were taking some students to the "Springdale Asylum for the Mentally Ill".  The students were twitching and saying things that didn't make sense.  I could not resist a moment like this, so I decided to get some info on the scene.

"So what exactly happened," I asked a nearby officer.

"Well, about an hour ago, all the people in the building went crazy.  The bad thing is, there are still some crazy people in the school.  Those people are the people who went really psycho," said the officer, "Even I'm scared to go inside."

"Really!  Have you found a cause," I asked.

"No, not yet.  Most of the times it's a disease of something of the sort, but we just got the lab results and doesn't give the smallest hint of that so.." his voice trailed off.

"So what do you think it is that cause this sudden out burst," I asked.

"Well, at this point we don't know.  We've tried everything possible, disease, poison and more.  I mean what else is there to try," he asked.

"How about, maybe..." I said getting cut off.

"This is sort of like the incident of 1900," said an old lady.

For some reason, she looked familiar.

"The what," said the officer.

"Oh I forgot that people don't talk about it anymore.  Allow me to introduce myself, I am Marissa Periwinkle and I live on the far side of the town," said the lady.

Her voice sounded so familiar.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Periwinkle, I'm Sheriff Brown, now tell us your theory," said the officer.

She told us about how the town had caught the Pageovirus and about how the school was built upon the site.

"So you mean to say that you think that this place is haunted," the officer laughed.

"Yes, it could be your best lead now.  I heard that your ideas had run dry," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

"Well, that is insane, ghost haunting a school," he laughed, "Hilarious!"

Mrs. Periwinkle looked un-amused at his childish behavior and casually strolled off.  I decided to take off too, it was getting late and I had to get home.

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind me.

It was Mrs. Periwinkle.

"I didn't catch your name back there," she said.

"Oh I'm Kyla," I replied.

"Ok Kyla, you know that story I told you, well it's all true.  My grandmother lived through the tragedy," Mrs. Periwinkle whispered.

"Really," I exclaimed

"I have proof," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "Wait a minute, is your grandmother Janet Lewis?"

"Yeah, that's my Nana," I replied.

"I'm you grandma's friend.  Janet was a very brave lady.  She risked her own life to save Springdale by warning people about the prophecy,"she said happily.

"What prophecy," I asked

"Oh dear, I forgot how little you know on the situation.  Well, right after the tragedy, a well known prophet came into town to help the Mayor.  When he was in a private meeting with the mayor, he told about the town's terrible fate.  The future is gloomy, one special trio will bring light," she replied, "I believe that you might be the girl."

"What if I'm not the girl,"I asked.

"Does it matter, we can always try," she replied, very mysteriously.

"Well,  I must be getting back home soon.  My parents will be wondering where I am.  How about we meet at the school tomorrow at 9," I asked.

"That sounds divine," she said, skipping off into the sunset.

PART 2

Something just didn't seem right about Mrs. Periwinkle.  She was nice and all, but everything about her seemed mysterious.  At the end of our conversation it sort of got creepy.  She started staring at me intensely as if she was trying to shoot lasers from her eyes at me, her breathing got heavier and her voice started cracking.  All night, I was up debating weather or not to go meet her in the morning.  Was she just a "Wacko" who escaped from the Asylum or an old lady who knew the truth behind .  In the end, my adventurous side go the better of me.  The next day at approximately 9:00 A.M., I arrived at the school to find Mrs. Periwinkle sitting on the bench in front of the school.

"I heard they abandoned the case last night," she said sadly.

"Oh really," I wondered.

"They had no other leads so they closed the case," she replied.

"So what were you thinking about the case," I asked.

"Well, if you're up for it, I was going to stay a night in the school," she replied.

Ohhh, this was risky, but I loved a great adventure.  I needed to know the details.  The anxiety was literally killing me!!!! Wait...  This could also mean my death.  I am only 16.  I can't die young.  Wait...  But you only live once, right?I'll Just have to make the most of my life.  But, but, but, but.

"Sure," I blurted.

That, I started to regret.

"Oh perfect.  I have everything set up.  Just follow me," she said excitedly.

She casually walked into the building.  It looked like a Medieval Castle from Spain.  There were dazzlingly vivid painted glass windows and the architecture was just amazing.  The arched ceiling was covered in murals.  Not one single thing lack precision and detail.  But as we got further into the building, doors were flung opened, revealing classrooms and closets.  They added some contrast to the beautiful halls. Desks were overturned, paper was scattered all over the floor, the windows were smashed and cabinets were on their sides.  It all just looked  like a pile of rubbish.

"You seem so quiet Kyla.  So tell me about yourself," Mrs. Periwinkle smiled.

"Well," my voice trailed.

"What are your hobbies," she asked.

"Well, I figure skate, play the piano," my voice trailed off again.

Why was I giving information to a stranger?  STRANGER DANGER!

"When I was your age," she started.

Great.  A story about her past.  I don't even listen to my own grandma when she talks about her childhood.  This is what I hear: Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.  I'm really no in the mood for a story about the past, when there's so much more I could be worrying about.  I mean really, would you rather listen to an old woman drone on about her life or would you rather learn about ghosts haunting a nearby school.  Duh, ghosts win by a long shot.

"... and that's when I realized that elephants don't eat woodchucks," she said, or at least that's what I thought she said.

"Wow what a powerfu-," I started, but then noticed a girl running down the halls.

She sped down the hallway like a bullet, straight towards us.  Just as she entered my personal bubble, she stopped.

"Go away or we will torture you," she whispered, her voice was smooth and dream like.

"What," I replied.

"You have been warned," she evilly chuckled.

Just then her eyes rolled back into her head revealing just a shiny white sphere and pulled out a kitchen knife.

"If you keep sticking you nose into this case, you have the same fate as this squirrel," she laughed.

"Oh, I love this part," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

Mrs. Periwinkle's eyes also rolled back into her head.

Out of no where a squirrel nimbly ran across the floor.  Suddenly, it was grasped by the pale hand of the psycho girl.  She squeezed it so hard, I could see its face turning blue.  In no time, it was dead limp.  Then she grabbed the knife and slit the throat of the poor squirrel.  Blood splatter everywhere.  Suddenly my eyes started getting heavier and heavier and I got drowsier and drowsier.  The last thing I heard before I blacked out was a shrill laugh.

Part 3

I woke up to a horrible noise.  My ears felt like they were bleeding.  The noise then stopped and everything was dead silent.

"We know that you won't give up.  So you will face the consequences of a curious mind," said a mysterious voice.

That's when, I noticed that I was lying on a cold metal table.

"Hello Darling," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "This won't hurt a bit."

I noticed that she a syringe full of black liquid.

"No," I yelled.

Mrs. Periwinkle flinched as if my words hurt her like knives.

"I swear.  You'll only end up like  my apprentice here," she said, pointing to the little girl.

"I was just like you.  Now I don't regret a thing," said the girl.

"NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PSYCHOPATHS," I screamed.

They both fell backwards.  Was my commanding voice hurting them.

"Just 1 little shot," begged the girl.

"I SAID NO.  GET AWAY FROM ME.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I screamed.

Mrs. Periwinkle vanished into thin and and the girl dropped to the ground, just as a white vapor rose from her mouth.

"What happened," the girl yawned.

"Are you not evil anymore," I asked.

"I was evil," she replied.

"You don't remember," I exclaimed.

"Swear," she replied, "What happened?  Why am I here?"

"Well, I believe that ghost are haunting your school," I informed.

"No dip Sherlock.  There's a ghost behind you.  She's an old lady," she replied.

AHW

You Can't Manipulate a Prophecy!

PART 1

Hi I'm Kyla Lewis a 16 year old girl who lived in Springdale.  Springdale was known for its vivid history.  Around the year 1900, 5000 citizens were killed by a small epidemic of Pageovirus D-98.  The Pageovirus caused its victims to think that they were animals and run wild around the raggedy town.  To quarantine the infected, the Mayor ordered everyone infected to be locked up in the Springdale Prison.  The Prison was dark and murky that had been vacant for the past 100 years.
they were about to tear it down before the outbreak.  Eventually, the jail was filled with Pageovirus victims.  5 years after the disease broke out, the Springdale Jail was burnt down by their loved ones (for no reason) and never spoken about again.  10 years later, a school was built a top the ruins.

On June 12, 2014, the citizens of Springdale, crowded around the "Cochester Hall".  Everyone in town was there, including me.  I as some people say, am a very curios girl. I always have to know what  was going on.  This was an event that I could not miss.  About 1 hour ago, a shrill shriek came from inside of the school.  A call was made by Mrs. Gaffney who heard the scream.  The police found out that everyone inside had gone insane.  When I got there the police were taking some students to the "Springdale Asylum for the Mentally Ill".  The students were twitching and saying things that didn't make sense.  I could not resist a moment like this, so I decided to get some info on the scene.

"So what exactly happened," I asked a nearby officer.

"Well, about an hour ago, all the people in the building went crazy.  The bad thing is, there are still some crazy people in the school.  Those people are the people who went really psycho," said the officer, "Even I'm scared to go inside."

"Really!  Have you found a cause," I asked.

"No, not yet.  Most of the times it's a disease of something of the sort, but we just got the lab results and doesn't give the smallest hint of that so.." his voice trailed off.

"So what do you think it is that cause this sudden out burst," I asked.

"Well, at this point we don't know.  We've tried everything possible, disease, poison and more.  I mean what else is there to try," he asked.

"How about, maybe..." I said getting cut off.

"This is sort of like the incident of 1900," said an old lady.

For some reason, she looked familiar.

"The what," said the officer.

"Oh I forgot that people don't talk about it anymore.  Allow me to introduce myself, I am Marissa Periwinkle and I live on the far side of the town," said the lady.

Her voice sounded so familiar.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Periwinkle, I'm Sheriff Brown, now tell us your theory," said the officer.

She told us about how the town had caught the Pageovirus and about how the school was built upon the site.

"So you mean to say that you think that this place is haunted," the officer laughed.

"Yes, it could be your best lead now.  I heard that your ideas had run dry," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

"Well, that is insane, ghost haunting a school," he laughed, "Hilarious!"

Mrs. Periwinkle looked un-amused at his childish behavior and casually strolled off.  I decided to take off too, it was getting late and I had to get home.

"Excuse me," said a voice from behind me.

It was Mrs. Periwinkle.

"I didn't catch your name back there," she said.

"Oh I'm Kyla," I replied.

"Ok Kyla, you know that story I told you, well it's all true.  My grandmother lived through the tragedy," Mrs. Periwinkle whispered.

"Really," I exclaimed

"I have proof," said Mrs. Periwinkle, "Wait a minute, is your grandmother Janet Lewis?"

"Yeah, that's my Nana," I replied.

"I'm you grandma's friend.  Janet was a very brave lady.  She risked her own life to save Springdale by warning people about the prophecy,"she said happily.

"What prophecy," I asked

"Oh dear, I forgot how little you know on the situation.  Well, right after the tragedy, a well known prophet came into town to help the Mayor.  When he was in a private meeting with the mayor, he told about the town's terrible fate.  The future is gloomy, one special girl will bring light," she replied, "I believe that you might be the girl."

"What if I'm not the girl,"I asked.

"Does it matter, we can always try," she replied, very mysteriously.

"Well,  I must be getting back home soon.  My parents will be wondering where I am.  How about we meet at the school tomorrow at 9," I asked.

"That sounds divine," she said, skipping off into the sunset.

PART 2

Something just didn't seem right about Mrs. Periwinkle.  She was nice and all, but everything about her seemed mysterious.  At the end of our conversation it sort of got creepy.  She started staring at me intensely as if she was trying to shoot lasers from her eyes at me, her breathing got heavier and her voice started cracking.  All night, I was up debating weather or not to go meet her in the morning.  Was she just a "Wacko" who escaped from the Asylum or an old lady who knew the truth behind .  In the end, my adventurous side go the better of me.  The next day at approximately 9:00 A.M., I arrived at the school to find Mrs. Periwinkle sitting on the bench in front of the school.

"I heard they abandoned the case last night," she said sadly.

"Oh really," I wondered.

"They had no other leads so they closed the case," she replied.

"So what were you thinking about the case," I asked.

"Well, if you're up for it, I was going to stay a night in the school," she replied.

Ohhh, this was risky, but I loved a great adventure.  I needed to know the details.  The anxiety was literally killing me!!!! Wait...  This could also mean my death.  I am only 16.  I can't die young.  Wait...  But you only live once, right?I'll Just have to make the most of my life.  But, but, but, but.

"Sure," I blurted.

That, I started to regret.

"Oh perfect.  I have everything set up.  Just follow me," she said excitedly.

She casually walked into the building.  It looked like a Medieval Castle from Spain.  There were dazzlingly vivid painted glass windows and the architecture was just amazing.  The arched ceiling was covered in murals.  Not one single thing lack precision and detail.  But as we got further into the building, doors were flung opened, revealing classrooms and closets.  They added some contrast to the beautiful halls. Desks were overturned, paper was scattered all over the floor, the windows were smashed and cabinets were on their sides.  It all just looked  like a pile of rubbish.

"You seem so quiet Kyla.  So tell me about yourself," Mrs. Periwinkle smiled.

"Well," my voice trailed.

"What are your hobbies," she asked.

"Well, I figure skate, play the piano," my voice trailed off again.

Why was I giving information to a stranger?  STRANGER DANGER!

"When I was your age," she started.

Great.  A story about her past.  I don't even listen to my own grandma when she talks about her childhood.  This is what I hear: Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.  I'm really no in the mood for a story about the past, when there's so much more I could be worrying about.  I mean really, would you rather listen to an old woman drone on about her life or would you rather learn about ghosts haunting a nearby school.  Duh, ghosts win by a long shot.

"... and that's when I realized that elephants don't eat woodchucks," she said, or at least that's what I thought she said.

"Wow what a powerfu-," I started, but then noticed a girl running down the halls.

She sped down the hallway like a bullet, straight towards us.  Just as she entered my personal bubble, she stopped.

"Go away or we will torture you," she whispered, her voice was smooth and dream like.

"What," I replied.

"You have been warned," she evilly chuckled.

Just then her eyes rolled back into her head revealing just a shiny white sphere and pulled out a kitchen knife.

"If you keep sticking you nose into this case, you have the same fate as this squirrel," she laughed.

"Oh, I love this part," said Mrs. Periwinkle.

Her eyes also rolled back into her head.

Out of no where a squirrel nimbly ran across the floor.  Suddenly, it was grasped by the pale hand of the psycho girl.  She squeezed it so hard, I could see its face turning blue.  In no time, it was dead limp.  Then she grabbed the knife and slit the throat of the poor squirrel.  Blood splatter everywhere.  Suddenly my eyes started getting heavier and heavier and I got drowsier and drowsier.  The last thing I heard before I blacked out was a shrill laugh.

Part 3

I woke up to a horrible noise.  My ears felt like they were bleeding.  The noise then stopped and everything was dead silent.

"We know that you won't give up.  So you will face the consequences of a curious mind," said a mysterious voice.