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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.