Maze

Paranormal Phenomenon

A group of teenagers walked home from school, quite resembling a pack of animals in their nature and gait. They were loud, low in the intelligence factor, and varied in size and shape. There were four of them; wrapping their arms around each other and stumbling in a heap of comradeship on the sidewalk. They yelled they bellowed, they threatened the neighbors. They were teenagers. One of the girls, obviously canine in her build and gait, was adorned with short clipped brightly spiked hair and a variety of body piercings. She repeatedly punched the arm of a male who was more monkey than human. He towered over her in height, his dark skin and long arms blocking her punches. He wore a bright yellow basketball jersey, most obviously from his school. He had his arm around the shoulder of another male like him, varying in figure. This kid was a deer, more likely to be called a stag, because of his build. He was very graceful, and moved around animatedly, his arms rapidly gesticulating. He mussed his curly chestnut hair and smiled seductively, flaunting his dimples. They laughed together. A girl took his other arm. She was definitely feline. She was a dazzling white blue-eyed cat, amongst all of them, she stood out-sashaying around and flipping her blond hair around her perfumed shoulders. She leaned her head on the stag's free shoulder.

Their group bounded and swaggered and sashayed on, talking about whatever was happening in their lives particularly at that moment.

"Bro, how was the game?" The stag-boy asked casually, though he already was sure of the answer.

"We won, eighty-three zip," the monkey replied.

"What a surprise," he rolled his blue eyes and smiled his award-winning smile.

There were a few silent moments left after this statement. Then everyone filled the gap, once again killing the silence.

"Woah." The canine-girl said, her short haired head facing the cemetery.

"We should go there later," she said, inspired.

"After dark."

"Why do you want to tempt the spirits, Trixie?" The feline-girl inquired.

"Why not, you scared?" Trixie, the dog-girl replied.

"She's just superstitious, Trix. Leave her alone," defended the stag.

The feline looked around at the cemetery holding her breath; hoping not to breathe in the spirits of the dead.

"Look- there's a spirit now!" Pointed monkey-boy and yelled with an intensity.

The crew followed his finger with their eyes. He pointed to a girl sitting against a tombstone, occupied with something in her lap.

"Oh, that girl? She's so weird," stated the cat flatly between holding breaths.

"Bro, when I walk by here every day, she's always here. I walked by here at night after a party, and she was still there. I hurried the hell up. don't wanna mess with that." The monkey boy said nervously.

"I heard she doesn't have a family," said the stag solemnly.

"-that they died in a freak accident," he finished.

"I heard she murdered her parents and visits them every day to spit on their graves," said Trix.

"That girl is crazy. I've seen her talking to the tombstones," said the red-faced feline, letting go of all her breath.

There was silence among the group of teens for once.

Then the silence was, as always, swiftly broken.

"PARANORMAL ACTIVITY!" Trix yelled at the top of her lungs.

Trix let out a chuckle with a barking sound. The monkey cackled. The feline snorted. The stag half-laughed. The squad bellowed ferociously and stampeded away.