A/N: Well here it is, chapter 4 is up. I'm still disappointed by the lack of reviews that this story has had. I don't mind good or bad.

Disclaimer: Do I look like I own High School Musical? However I do own Helen.

Chapter 4

'Well. Here we are,' I laughed.

We had just walked from the campsite into the small town of Perranporth. Not knowing what we would come home like, we had left Sharpay's car behind.

'What should we check out first?' asked Gabbi.

'How about the beach? I hear the Watering Hole is a great place to go,' said Troy.

'Great! Let's go,' said Gabbi.

We walked up Ponsmere Road and down a little alleyway onto the green before heading down to the beach.

As we did so, I felt that I was being watched by something or someone but when I turned around no-one was there, but I still felt that I was being watched closely.

We spent several hours outside the Watering Hole basking in the hot sun. Occasionally one of us would go inside to get more drinks and to check the footie score.

At around one o'clock, Troy and I decided to go round the town, but I ended up leaving him talking to some more girls.

As I wandered around on my own, I came across a library that was open. My mind sped back to the previous night when I had met the small girl in the mysterious woods. I hadn't visited many libraries – only when I had no option, as I found the internet a much better place to find out information – and so my perception of them was very limited. I just assumed that the people that worked there knew everything about everything.

'Excuse me,' I said, walking up to the desk, 'I was…'

'Ssshhh,' she hissed at me while pointing at a sign that read:

PLEASE BE SILENT!

'Sorry,' I whispered, 'I was wondering, in the local woods by the camping site, there is a small clearing with a small brick hut with a few gravestones behind it. Could you tell me anything about it?'

She stared at me for a long time and I noticed that her eyes were transfixed in horror. After a while, she resumed her normal composure.

'No, I do not know what gravestones you are talking about.'

'And what about the hut?' I asked again.

'It was an old woodcutter's storage room. There's nothing more to it,' she said in an extraordinarily curt voice.

'But surely you must know about the gravestones. People will have died, surely?'

'I do not know what you mean. I have never seen them.'

Something in the tone of her voice, hinted that she didn't want me to press the matter any further. I found this confusing. Why should a 30 something year old woman not know about a few gravestones that were obviously older than her but know about the woodcutter's hut in the same place.

However, I left the matter. She probably had moved into the area and was unfamiliar with all the local history.

'Oh. By the way I'm Ryan. How do you do?'

'Oh. I'm Helen. Fine thanks. Are you here for long?'

'Only a week. I'm staying up on the campsite near the woods.'

Once again, I saw the fleeting look return to her face, though this time it lasted only a few seconds before returning to its normal composure.

'Umm… that was an interesting place to choose. Why?'

'Oh, I didn't choose it. Gabbi did. I'm staying with some mates you see.'

'Right,' she said, 'So were you looking for something in particular or had you just come to browse?'

She seemed anxious to get off the subject of the campsite. Probably because it was such a lonesome place.

'Browse,' I replied.

'Ryan! There you are. I was looking for you everywhere. I had to ask people if they'd seen you. Luckily, someone said they saw someone of your description walk in here,' shouted Troy.

'Ssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh!' hissed Helen as she once again pointed at the 'please be silent' poster on the wall.

'Sorry!' whispered Troy.

'I'd better go. I'll see you around,' I whispered to Helen.

'Yes. See you.'

As we walked out Troy whispered to me, 'What were you doing talking to that woman? She looked ancient! And what were you doing in there? It's a library for God's sake! You hate them!'

'I know I hate them and I still do.'

'And the woman?!'

'She works there. I just wondered if she knew anything about the campsite we're staying at.'

'And it took you how long?'

'Not very but then she asked me about why else I was there.'

'And you replied what?'

'I said that I'd come to browse, but then you came in and dragged me out.'

'You wanted to be there?'

'Not really, but I wouldn't have minded having a look.'

'But you hate the place!'

'Yeah, well.'

'Yeah well, you can have a look another time. Come on, the others will be wondering where we are.'

As we walked back to the Watering Hole, I felt, again, like someone was watching us. I turned around and saw the small girl standing behind us. I stopped and cautiously walked up to her.

'Er... hello. Do you remember me?'

She looked straight past me as if she hadn't seen or heard me; I just assumed that she hadn't recognised me; it had been dark and I had barely noticed her in the light.

'Excuse me. Do you not remember? Last night in the woods?'

'Possibly. Who is he?' she questioned pointing at Troy.

'Oh him. That's Troy. He's a good friend of mine.'

'Right.'

She darted off down a side alley and when I looked down she had completely disappeared. I ventured further down and stopped. I had come to a dead end. There had been no side-alley's and the surrounding walls were high. A small girl could not have scaled them. I would have struggled too.

A clatter behind me made me spin round quickly. A small dog ran out from behind some garbage cans as they fell over. I wasn't aware of anything else in the alleyway but the dog was definitely scared of something.

'Ryan where have you got to now?' shouted Troy

'I'm here.' I called back.

'Ryan, one minute were walking down the street and when I turn round you've gone off somewhere. What is up with you these days? You've completely changed! The fresh air's affecting you badly.'

'Look. I'm sorry. I just saw someone I knew.'

'Who? And how does that explain why you're down here?'

'It doesn't matter.'

'Just don't do it again.'

When I was looking for you, I went back to the Watering Hole again and Sharpay said she'd meet us by the town pub.'

I could do with a drink. I hadn't had one for a while and my mind had been overworked enough with the library and girl. Too overworked for a relaxing holiday.

'OK, let's go.'

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