Ghostly Clues

Prologue:

Merry McColan sat on a park bench looking up at the night sky. She was nervous. She moved again for the umpteenth time in her life just a few months ago. Right now, she was just trying to find a little peace. Her family was most definitely settling in for the night. There was no doubt in her mind that her father was watching the 10 o'clock news, and that her little brother was deep in sleep.

A sigh escaped her as she rocked slightly back and forth on a chain swing. Looking up to the night sky and taking in a cold breath she pulled her jacket closer to her. She usually came to the park about this time with a silent hope. She knew that he brought a lot of them out here, probably because it was more open, and meant less destruction.

So far the night had been overall uneventful. Not too noisy but not really quiet either. The sound of urban life never really slipping away. Standing up she let out a breath and brushed her skirt off. "Okay..." Looking back down the dark street toward her house Mary debated on whether she was ready to go home or not.

It was dark, and she wasn't stupid, she knew just because it was quiet that it didn't mean that there was nothing amiss. Still, looking the other way, she paused, thinking it probably wouldn't hurt to throw in a little walk. A few blocks later she found herself outside of a very strange house. It was two stories' high with what kind of looked like a UFO stuck to the top of it. She smirked. His whole family was kind of cute.

Walking up to the window she could see them sitting on the living room couch. It looked like he was getting lectured again. She felt sorry for him, the boy, Danny. She wondered if there was anything she could do for him. She couldn't see how though. They weren't even in the same class.

He was a sophomore, and she was a freshman. It wasn't impossible to be friends with someone in a different class... but he was also... an outcast, and she was more of a lone wolf. If there was anything he needed his two friends and his sister usually had it covered. Yet, she still found herself in situations like this. Wishing there was more she could do. Wishing she had something- anything to give. It was like she was becoming some kind of stalker.

She couldn't help it though. Everything about him was amazing. What he did. How he moved. She knew though, that it was impossible. He was already taken. She smiled softly. Oh well. It was kind of sad but she'd get over it.

She silently hoped to be around whenever that fell through- so she could move in. Well, if it fell through. It probably wouldn't though. It was like those two were made for each other. That Sam girl and him. The very idea that they would fight and she could come in and somehow the two of them, she and him, could get together was such a dark and selfish desire that Merry forced it deep under thoughts of the next day.

The school was having a pep-rally. Rumor was that the previous years was unforgettable. She heard it was good and bad. The spirit week was especially bad but the rally itself had brought the entirety of the school's pep up. Apparently, his sister was the one who'd done it, with some kind of speech.

Yet, she'd refused to do so this year. Merry didn't understand, the girl- Jazz was her name- always had her nose in a book, and was top of the school, she didn't think even a senior had to work that hard.

The lights of the house went off while she'd been thinking. With a blink, she stood. She figured that was enough of creepy stalker mode. She shook her head staring at her feet. Her heart tight with a bitter feel. Like, she was squeezing it. Just to keep herself from screaming, she guessed. Letting out another deep sigh she looked up to the starry sky, stuffed her hands deep into her pockets and shuffled down the street. She figured she had better get back home before her parents discovered she was gone.

A Streetlight flickered as the girl made her way away from Fenton Works.

No one in Amity Park ever saw Merry McColan alive again.


AN:

Okay... so I'm not starting a new story... this is kind of a one-shot idea that struck me about a year ago and I have it fully written out. Not counting this prologue it's only two maybe three chapters- depending on how I decide to break it up. As of right now, that's all there is to this story... I'll post the first chapter on Monday.