The Legend Of Cavanaugh Well

Chapter 1

Pushing through the noisy crowd, Thea Jones kept her head down. Eyes firmly glued on her black worn out Converse she elbowed stranger after stranger, not even a flicker of emotion passing over her stone cold face. Normally she would find herself apologising to the poor person but at that point in time she just didn’t care.

She couldn’t believe her best friend Robin’s cheek. Everyone had heard the stories; after all it was them that attracted most of these noisy tourists to their quiet, simple village but how dare she say what she did!

I had started like any other day: Thea and Robin, sitting at the park, talking about god knows what when some guy appeared out of nowhere and asked them a question.

Flashback

“No way!” Giggled Robin while leaning forward, her brown wavy hair hanging over her face.

From where she was sat on one of the climbing frames anyone would think she didn’t have eyes as her block fringe covered them. Thea had always thought it was a shame that they did that as she had the most beautiful piercing green eyes that captivated almost everyone who looked into them. That was one of the many things Thea envied about the girl.

“Yes way,” Thea grinned leaning back against the swing pole behind her.

“You have to tell me mo-.”

“Excuse me?” A voice from the left of Thea cut Robin off. They both turned to look at the mystery voice.

He looked about nineteen. He had messy dark brown hair that had twigs in it poking out in every direction and mud on his face and hands. He wore what probably was once a white dress shirt but now looked more of a yellowy colour with mud stains covering it with a black denim jacket over that looked like it had seen better days.

 Looking down Thea noted that the bottom half of him wasn’t any better. He had on black skinny jeans that had holes in them and Thea wasn’t surprised to see dirt printed on them too. His shoes however confused her as they looked brand new and exactly like hers.

Looking up again she looked straight into the strangers grey eyes that seemed to be analysing her as well but not in a curious way unlike herself.

“Can we help you?” Thea broke eye contact with the man and turned to look at Robin who had just spoken.

“Oh, yes,” the man started turning back to look at Thea. “I was wondering if any of you know what the fuss about some sort of well is.”

Thea and Robins looked at each other and back to the man. How had he not heard the stories?

“Um, well,” started Robin.

“Actually I was wondering if your friend over here could tell me,” the man stated not once turning his attention from Thea. His eyes bore holes into Thea and she could feel herself getting more uncomfortable by the minute but this guy looked persistent.

“Um, ok. Thea?” Robin asked warily her eyes flickering between the two figures that seemed to be having a stare off.

“Oh, um, well,” Thea started looking down and praying that by some miracle when she looked up the strange man would be gone but was disappointed to find him still staring at her with a half smirk plastered on his face and his arms folded.

“The stories go that there is apparently a well, an ancient well, not that far from here.”

“Where about?” he interrupted startling Thea.