January 11, 1987 9:00 AM
It is a icy cold winter day, a day that almost never comes in the South. The snow makes everyone frozen to the bone and makes them quiet and restless. No conversation can be heard by anyone in the courtyard before their classes.
9:34 AM
A scream. Loud, blood curdling scream. It was a girl's. We found her moments after we heard the shriek. Her face frozen in fear, eyes wide, and mouth open from her last breath. Everyone is frightened for fear of the unknown on who, or what, killed her. She hark dark bruises on her neck, fresh, she was strangled. We weren't sent home.
11:15 AM
Another scream, loud, louder. Another dead this time a younger boy. He was found in the dungeon as it was called. Even though it was only moments after he died, he was as cold as the winter solstice. The room was dark, as if the lights were deliberately put out. Seeing the boy's face, horrified, it made me and my fellow students feel hopeless and uneasy. I could see their minds whirring to solve the problem in an attempt not to go insane. It smelled like death. We were sent back to class.
2:34 PM
The school was just put on lockdown, they are looking for the killer, questioning everyone, students and teachers alike. I could hear the sobs of friends of the two that were killed. Only that and nothing more. I hate whatever did this. I hate it with everything I am.
7:30 PM
I begin contemplating what's happening. It is the only thing I can do. They were both strangled, it was personal. They were fearful. We are dropping like flies, physically and mentally. Five, have died, all found in the same conditions. Cold, ever so cold. As our bodies last longer, however, we face an increasingly daunting challenge to psychological well-being. We all are working hard to keep our sanity. And the companies, the banks worked at their doom and they did not know it.
10:30 PM
Eight are dead. Eight. There is no stopping whatever is out there. Eight. Eight have failed to survive it's barrage. Eight. Sometimes, there's just no way to hold back the river. Our sanity is dying.
12:00 AM
Midnight. I saw it. It was me. Like looking in a mirror. It spoke to me "You hate me." It said. I was lost in thought. "Who are you?" I yelled at it. It spoke three big words, just three. "I am you." I stopped and stared with my eyes wide. It spoke it again. "I am who you are in your heart." It said it with a chuckle and with fire in its eyes like Hades. I looked myself in the eyes as it, or I, walked towards myself. I was actually going insane. I was looking at myself. "Did you kill those other people?" I asked it with tears streaming down my face. "Oh yes, but I only appear to people as themselves." It slowly continued to walk towards me. There was no way I could fight it and win. He reached out his hand towards my neck. I did the only thing I could. I wrapped my arms and around him and whispered in his ear "I forgive you." And the lights flickered back to life and he fell apart like shreds of paper. I heard two words, "Thank you." Faintly through the air, as the shreds blew away.
5 Years later,
Here I am, alive. I learned to forgive and not to hate. No one else has been killed at that school since. The curse of The Mysteriously Cold Deaths has been broke.
