Paper Airplanes {Corey Haim}

Eighteen~Waters Edge

6:47 pm (4 days till Patrick and Corey get home)
I confided in Edward what I was thinking. I think he had made it his mission to get my mind of things.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room. Everyone was running about, doing what they do.

Edward walked in and clapped his hands together.

"Come on SJ, we're going out.", he said.

"What do you mean?", I asked, closing the book I was reading.

"Go upstairs. Put on your ripped jeans, and follow me.", he insisted.

"No. Why?", I whined.

"Cause", he said as he took my book away, "sitting inside isn't helping you any. Let's go...ghost hunting. Remember when we used to do that? Come on! Let's go."

I mumbled to myself. But I agreed. I marched to my room. I put on the holiest, acid washed, 1950s type high waisted, so 1980s jeans I owned. I put on a t-shirt with the 'Rebel Without A Cause' movie poster on it, and my black boots.

I hurried back to join Edward outside. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips loosely.

"Where we going?", I asked.

He smirked. Edward had a sly smirk, not like Corey's. More devilish than Corey's.

"The old Bracket place."

If you didn't know, let me tell you the Bracket family story.

The year is 1933. Mr Bracket was a mean, drunk man. He had a wife, Marie, and 7 kids. One night, he came home from work at the old saw mill and he was blindly wasted. He got in a fight with Marie. He took her outside and whipped her like a slave and beat her and then took her head off. He went back inside and threw her head at his oldest child, Jason. He shot Jason and his twin sister 20 times between them. He killed the other kids 1 by 1.

Except his youngest, Marin. Martin ran and ran away and he was 10 at the time, ran and got the sheriff. But by the time they got back, Mr Bracket had blown his own head off.

Legend says that the kids and Marie haunt the place, waiting for revenge.

"Excitin'.", I said.
...

Edward and I walked to the Bracket place. Edward had apparently arranged for my close friend Marcus join us and Edwards girlfriend, Kitty.

Kitty was a Italian who didn't play with these things often. Marcus was just scared. Very scared.

The outside of the house was like a dark shadow. The porch creeked and moaned. It was on a hill and surrounded by willow trees.

"How are we gonna get in?", Marcus asked.

Edward broke the glass window in and opened the door from the inside.

"That's how.", I said.

The inside was dark and most of the furniture was covered by white sheets. The stairs wrapped around and would be very pretty if somebody took care of it. The house was filled with spider webs.

Marcus handed out flashlights to us. I took in the house slowly.

The floor was covered in blood, but now it was a brown-red color. The screeching wind screamed at us.

Kitty and I went upstairs. Believe it or not, the Bracket family had a lot of money. This was why the house was so nice.

Kitty and I practically held hands. We jumped at the slightest of sounds.

Kitty and I ventured into the master bedroom. Where Mr and Mrs Bracket slept.

It was a dark room with white sheets covering almost everything. I shined my flashlight around the room slowly. In the far left corner light caught a figure.

This figure was about 6'6 I guess, black as ink and had a pair of glowing red eyes.

And because I'm not stupid, and neither is Kitty, we screamed bloody murder and ran for our lives as we knew it.

We took off down the staircase, running for the next living person we could reach. Still screaming all the way.

Our screams made Edward and Marcus come running for us. We ran outside and we told them the story of what happened.

I had this feeling that if was me alone, they wouldn't have believed me.

We went home and didn't say a word about it to anyone.

...
Corey's POV
It was arranged for us to have dinner near a huge lake. I dressed nicely for this event. We had a big table beside, ominously close, to the lake.

Everyone was laughing, but I still felt out of place. Like being the 3rd wheel. But I felt more heat from Patrick. Even after all I had done over the past days, he still didn't seem to like it accept me. It was starting the feel useless.

Tom Cruise had taken a walk along the waters edge. Dinner was nearly over.

Ellie and I were deep in conversation about where we were from. We were both from different countries. We told stories about the scare of moving and the excitement of being in a different place.

The splash soaked the grass. Screams of terror pierced the air. Tom had fell in. I knew almost instantly.

All of us rushed over. Tom was having trouble getting air and swimming. Everyone else thought he was fine. I knew he needed help.

Without second thought, I jumped to help in.

I was monetarily binded by the water in my eyes but I found Tom. He coughed, so much so I thought his lungs might come out.

I grabbed his right arm and pulled him close to me. And I led him to land. He was on his hands and knees coughing.

I hit him on the back a few times and he calmed down.

A pattern of "Oh my God"s echoed among the crowd.

"Thanks Corey.", Tom said. He brushed his hair out of his face and ringed out his tie.

Apparently, Tom was sick and he got dizzy and fell in and almost drowned.