“1994, wow this school is very old.” I said to myself.
I opened the book. Dust flew all over my face and I started sneezing like crazy.
“Bless you.” I heard someone say as I read through the names and looked at pictures. I turned around abruptly and saw a pink dress swoosh out of the room. I dropped the book and ran for the door, the girl was gone. I went back for the book, still nervous. I looked at the page and saw random children faces. The book started flipping pages abruptly without my control. It landed on a page with a smiling, preppy young girl. She had on a pink floral dress. It was the girl I saw outside. I went for the window and there she was, directly in front of the window staring me down. I looked for her name.
“Rebekah Smither” it said.
“Rebekah its ok I won’t hurt you.” I said to her, “Come on inside and I will help you get home.” But she just kept staring at me. She banged on the window right by my face, and disappeared. I started to forget about the girl when I entered the next room, a wide space with tables everywhere, the cafeteria. The walls were painted with huge colorful polka dots in all different sizes. The stage was covered with a red curtain that had fallen years ago. A group of rats scurried across the floor and I jumped. The floor was covered in a thick layer of fog, I couldn’t even see my own feet. I went into the kitchen area. Boxes of outdated food and moldy milk sat on a table with a swarm of flies covering it. I came upon a small box laying on the floor, a box that way at least 30 pounds. I moved it out of my way. As I was picking it up it started shaking and I heard a noise come out of it. It wasn’t an explainable noise, but it was creepy. The things I went through that night are things no living person should ever have to go through.”
“Please keep going Miss. Parker.”
“Please just call me Mary.
