Friday the Thirteenth
By: Chrissy Granger
Jessie and I, though reluctant, continued down the
hall. We walked for quite awhile until a clock somewhere struck 5:00 P.M. We
then stopped for a quick rest. It was quicker than we thought.
As Jessie sat down on a small bench
she felt a paper under her hand. When she opened it, it was blank. When she
gave it to me, however, it had writing:
Dear
whoever finds this,
You may know where you are headed, and
you may not. Either way, I shall explain it to you. You are headed toward
Elizabeth's private dungeon. It is there that she keeps some of her more
important victims until it is time to have them disposed off. Mind you, though
she is dead now her spirit still haunts this house every year around 2 specific
days. The first time being around February 14th, the second around
October 13th. If one of your group happens to be lost, he/she almost
always ends up in here. You may make it in time…you may not. God Bless!!
George
H. Herring
This was quite a surprising note but yet so valuable. I folded it neatly and put it in my pocket. Jessie looked at me.
"Do you think that that note is telling the truth??"
"You never know for sure."
We continued on until we came to a fork in the hall.
After a bit, we chose to go right. We did…well… almost.
We were walking through and Jessie groaned. I turned
to find her with her hands up front as though they were touching something.
"I ran into something…." She complained.
I walked back and tried to go through again. I
couldn't. Just then I felt a tingling sensation in my pocket. I reached in and
pulled out the note. I opened it. To my surprise it said something different:
Dear Misty and Jessie,
Soon you shall come to a parting of ways. Don't
fret…everyone has been through this. Now, only one of you can go one way, and
the other the other way. Trying to go back is worthless; you cannot until you
are done. Now rip this note in half and push the LEFT half through the wall and
give it to Jessie. Fold this piece up and put it in your pocket, Misty. Now
Jessie, do the same. You shall now part up. You MUST find the others and save
them by 12:00 A.M. A few minutes after is acceptable but not recommended.
George H. Herring
I did as Mr. Herring had said. We then said goodbye and went our separate ways. Incidents did happen. Twice the floor caved in, once an arrow came for my head, three times some object hurled itself past my ear. But all in all…All went well.
I continued walking until I came to a
door. My pocket tingled again. I opened the note up. It was shorter:
Dear Misty,
You have done well so far. Do not give
up. This door leads to the dungeon nothing will happen until you lit the torch.
Choose the time to do this wisely. God Speed!
George H. Herring
I took a deep breath and opened the
door. Right away I lit the torch. Oh, how I wish that I wouldn't have.