In The Hall Of The Mountain King (on temporary hold)

9-28-1926

9-28-1926

Dear Diary,

I wasn’t surprised when those boys resumed teasing me today. They stole my paper out of my hands while I was writing a poem about the blooming roses of spring, and thought I was writing a poem to some secret admirer or something. They started laughing at me and told everyone about my little ‘crush.' I wish they’d go to hell.

Today, Ms.Tveiten paired us up to do a noun exercise, and guess who she paired me up with? Nicholas. He was very interesting to talk to ... and he was very smart. We worked together so well, it was like he was my new found other half. But after we worked together, he just went back to his seat and didn’t talk to me anymore that day, not even during recess! I mean, if he was going to ignore me for the rest of the day, why had he bothered to talk to me at all during noun exercises? Sometimes, people are just so confusing.

Today’s legend that Nicholas told us was about two girls riding on a horse late one night. This is how Nicholas told it:

“It's in the Arizona desert, mainly on a secret path that only two girls knew about. Their names were Janice and Susan.

Susan was a really good horse back rider. She had her own horse and rode it every day. She mostly rode with her best friend Janice, on a path only the two girls knew about.

One day, Janice had to go to the doctor and Susan was left to ride alone. She took the path, even though she knew it would be difficult without the two of them together. When Janice got home she called Susan only to be answered by her frantic mother who told Janice that Susan had not returned home and was missing.

At five o clock, cops searched the area, but Susan was nowhere to be found. Janice saw one way she could help. She snuck away and went on the path.

The path was long, and it was almost impossible to make it by herself. It was soon getting dark, and having no way to see, Janice went home to find a flashlight. When she got there, her parents refused to let her go outside again. She eventually went to bed and then fell into a deep sleep, and had a disturbing dream.

She saw a beat up figure that looked like Susan, with her horse nearby. She couldn't make out where she was at, and a familiar voice said," Janice! This wasn't an accident. All the evidence is right here. I don't know where I'm at, but I think I'm leaving......" Janice was suddenly jerked out of her sleep. It was still night, but she grabbed her jacket and a lantern and ran towards the path in hopes that she could still save her friend.

When she got there, it was raining hard, but a set of hoof prints where still visible, as plain as day. She followed them until she reached an old burnt down building with a fireplace still intact. It fell with a sudden crash and the horse Janice was riding threw her to the ground. She painfully got up and rode further. Towards another old shack that had also been burnt down, Janice closed her eyes in hope that this was all a dream. As she did that, Susan's voice said," Don't give up! If you can find the person that did this to me, I can go peacefully."

Janice opened her eyes and rode to a dried up river bed. She heard the whiney of a horse and realized it wasn't hers. A track of hoof prints ahead of her suddenly stopped. She saw a horse standing and a sprawled out body in front of her. She got off her horse and ran to the body. It was the same person in her dream. She put the body on Susan's horse and led both horses to Susan's house where the police were still swarming the area.

Janice fell off her horse from exhaustion and went into another deep sleep. Susan came back, only this time, Janice could sense a feeling of warmth and peacefulness. She saw Susan smiling and was woken up by the sheriff. He took her to an awaiting ambulance and called another one to take away Susan's body.

It turned out that some strange devil worshippers was responsible for Susan's death.

In the newspaper Janice asked everyone not to mourn, because Heaven gained and angel.”

Now that had been a creepy story, but far more peaceful than the others.

My poem for today is a quatrain:

My poor rose, oh how it was such a beautiful flower,

How it would shrink back when all the dog did was glower.

The rose I hoped would make me proud,

But sadly, one day in the rain, it was unresistant to water and drowned

A/N: The legend from today was word from http://www.castleofspirits.com/hoofprints.html. I just love scary legends, don’t you? Next update, tomorrow (like it will always be until I finish the story on Halloween)!