:3 I'm really happy to be writiing Layton Fanfiction! I love the games so much. ^_^ Please enjoyyyyy!
I sat with some other kids in the village under a big shady oak tree. Of course, they didn't want me in the conversation, but I still listened. They talked about the most interesting things- the cow festivals- everyone had a cow in our town. They talked about the relative of the man who owned the big train that passed by our town sometimes, and how she was planning to run away. But today, it was different. They were talking about a well. A haunted well. And that's how my story begins.
"Yeah, the well's totally haunted!" protested one of the boys sitting under the tree. They kept chasing me away recently, so today I sat in the branches, eavesdropping silently.
"Oh? And what makes you think that?" said a girl sarcastically.
"Well, it's old, and abandoned… and stuff," He shot back.
"Dropstone Well's really never been used. The ghosts would drown anyway," said another.
"How do you know? You aren't a ghost!" said the girl again. The girls in Dropstone always wanted to be right.
"Well, then, let's go check it out tonight," said the boy.
"Fine," said another girl. I knew her. She used to be my friend. Her name was Lulu.
I jumped down from the tree. "C-can I come, too?" I asked nervously.
"Suuuure, Alice. You can come. Just because it might be scary," Lulu said, wearing a smirk I was too foolish to notice because I was smiling. For once, I'd get to go on one of their adventures! And at night! This might be the best one of all, I thought.
Boy, was I wrong.
It was finally midnight. We all stood out in the open farmland, all the kids in their overalls and jeans and simple clothes. I wasn't. I liked to wear frilly, short, strapless dresses and make them look like something a schoolgirl would wear. I have a lot of time on my hands to make those clothes. You can't buy them in Dropstone. That's why a lot of the kids made fun of me. I never fit in.
"C'mon, the well's this way," said the boy who was so sure of himself. We all followed in the blue midnight.
"This is it," said Lulu and some other girls. "Who's going first?"
"N-not me," stammered the boys.
"Well, we aren't, either," the girls snorted.
"How about we all go together?" You guys wanted to come out here in the first place," I growled, moving forward. They all joined me.
"Hello?" called one other girl. Her voice echoed through the well. A deep moan chorused back. We all jumped.
"THE SPIRIT! IT'S CALLING TO US!" screamed the boy. He took off.
"It's really dark," Lulu stated.
"Yeah, we need a lantern… or something," said another girl.
"Maybe I can see something," I said, leaning forward and squinting into the dark well.
"No, you're doing it wrong," Lulu sighed.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You've got to lean a bit like this," Lulu said, lifting me up so my waist hung on the well.
"Lulu, I can't touch the ground too well," I told her. What if I fell down?
"No, no, it's just right. See anything?" she asked.
"Nope. Can't you get a light?"
"My house is ways away from here. You know that."
"Not really…"
Some of the kids snickered.
"Well, I know how you can get a better view…" said a boy.
"You have a light?" I asked happily.
"No, stupid. You do this!" he cried, and before I knew it, I was hurtling down into the depths of Dropstone Well, screaming bloody murder. I would've drowned if the old bucket wasn't down there, and I was clinging for my life onto that thing.
"Nice one, Marcus," Said Lulu, as the kids laughed, their footsteps slowly fading. They didn't care if I died or almost drowned. They hated me. Why didn't I realize it sooner? It was so obvious they were going to trick me. I sat there all night, floating in the beat up bucket and crying, wondering if I was going to be left here to die.