"Hey, Jessica, guess what." Chance left a few minutes after he declared that we would be investigating. "I met a guy today. He's a junior, he lives a few streets away from me, and we'll be going to school together."
"Is he cute?" that was ALWAYS Jessica's first thought.
"Of course he is. Why would I bring him up if he wasn't? He is adorable," I squealed.
"Do you think he likes you?" I've been thinking about that question: he flirts with me, calls me cute, but I don't know if he likes me back. Yes, I admit I like him
"I don't know, Jess. I defiantly like him but he's kind of hard to read."
I know what she was thinking about. She's thinking about how I haven't had a boyfriend since eighth grade-Logan. I never really got over Logan because he ended in the happy moment. Eight months were wasted that year.
"I totally need to come down there so I can meet him. This arrangement totally sucks. I can't have my best friend across the country." I hate this arrangement just as much as Jessica does, maybe even more. The only thing good coming out of this situation is chance. <3. "Since I'm not there you have to tell me everything you know about him and somehow get a picture of this kid." I laughed to myself even though I knew she was totally and utterly serious.
"He's a runner. He doesn't read book." I was drawing a blank. "Umm... he has blonde hair. He's about an inch or two taller than I am. He likes my mom's lasagna." Before I started talking to Jessica I thought I knew a lot about him but, now, I realize I hardly knew anything about the guy.
"Alex, everyone likes your mom's food. That tells me nothing. Are you going to see him tomorrow?" she didn't wait for an answer." When you see him tomorrow interview him. Correction- interrogates him." I laughed, again knowing that she was partially serious.
"don't worry I will. I will discover whatever I can about him." Just like I will figure out whatever I can about the screams which should starting in twenty minutes. "I have to go though, sorry."
"All right, love you girl."
"Love you, too." After I hung up the phone the doorbell rang. I wondered who would be here this late until I got to the door and opened it.
"Chance what are you doing here? It's almost one in the morning." He walked in and I closed the door behind him poking my head around the door to make sure no one else was there.
"I came to hear the screams. I can't investigate something that I've never heard before." He ran up the stairs to my room. He seemed really excited about this so I didn't try to stop him. I ran up the stairs behind him. He sat at my desk and turned on my laptop. " I saved a document on my email of information I found on the internet about the girl who was murdered her. The area, and this house." He had the file up at this point.
"he continued talking," turns out that the girl was named Hannah Wilson, she was 16 when she was found murdered, she couldn't tell anyone anything because she was unconscious from the lack of blood, and the murderer is still not found after three years."
"Wow, that's awful." I looked at the document he had and he had a picture of her. She was pretty: blonde hair, green eyes. "She was pretty."
He shrugged, "She's all right. I prefer brunettes." He continued looking at the screen while I was having a complete meltdown in my head. "It said somewhere that she went to Warlock."
"I wonder if the teachers remember her."
Probably, teachers always remember the students who get killed." It's sad but true. The students who are killed are usually really social, pretty, and it was a total surprise.
"we should ask the teachers about it next week while we're in school. I'll ask the 10th grade teachers. You should- wait, was she a sophomore or junior?
"junior."
"Good, I'll ask my teachers and you ask yours." That's when I heard the first scream of the night. I went over to my window- checking to see if there was anyone was there - no one.
"Alex, what are you doing?" I looked at him confused. He seemed to honestly not know what I was doing.
"I heard the screams. Did you not hear it?" He shook his head.
Was I going crazy? Did he Chance come over to watch a crazy girl freak-out over some screams that in reality don't exist? There was no way that I was going crazy I'm completely normal and the screams DO exist. I heard them.
The fact that Chance didn't hear them worries me though because they were loud enough so that he should have. Anyone should have. Jessica should have heard them while I was on the phone with her last night.
He was still looking at me, "are you sure you heard them because I know that I didn't hear them."
"I heard them. I swear I'm not crazy." I sat on my bed and put my head in the pillows. I felt Chance sit next to me and pat my back.
"I never said you were." I heard the scream again.
"Did you hear that," he shook his head yet again. "Maybe I'm just hearing things. I'm sorry I got you involved."
"Maybe it isn't you." He got up and went back to my laptop again. "Hannah's body was found with no murderer."
"So? Why does this matter?"
"Her body was found outside of your house." I gasped. "Her house was 10 miles away and no one could figure out why."
"Maybe she's trying to tell me something and I'm the only one that can hear her. I read a book called "Ruined" that said ghosts could communicate with people that had to do something with the murder even if the ghost or person had no idea why. No one could see or hear the ghost except for specific people. The ghost was also stuck on earth until their murder was solved or avenged themselves and was happy."
"That's it. Hannah wants to talk to you and figure out why she died and who killed her." I heard the screams for the last time that night. "Well if I'm going to get any sleep tonight then I should head home."
"if you want you can stay here. I'll sleep in my egg chair and you can sleep in my bed." I didn't really want to stay another night alone in this creepy old house.
"Are you sure? My house is on the next street over."
"No, please, stay. I don't want to be alone. It's not that I'm scared; it's just that well... I'm kid of a little freaked-out," to be honest I'm just scared.
"All right, I'll stay. On one condition: you sleep in the bed and I'll sleep in the chair."
"No, I sleep in the chair more often than I sleep in my bed. I want to sleep in the chair," this time I was totally honest.
"All right, whatever, I will. Do you want to sleep now or do you want to do more research." I noticed that he had blue eyes.
"I'm really tired. I'm just going to go to bed but I don't care if you stay up and do research or anything. Dou you mind turning off the lights?"
