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The next day, Ms. Walum was not in class. The teacher who subbed for her reported that she was just not feeling like herself. Clark and Lana resolved to find out what was going on with her.
"I would feel really bad if she was home sick in bed and NO ONE came to visit her," Lana said, "actually, I'm not feeling too good myself. Maybe I haven't been getting enough sleep."
As they reached Ms. Walum's house, Lana felt a chill run down her spine.
Ms. Walum lived in a dark house which would have inspired nightmares in even the most courageous. The trees were leafless and beckoned to any who would come. Clark walked up the path and knocked on the door.
"Ms. Walum, are you in there? It's Clark Kent and Lana Lang. We come to see if you need anything."
With a cough, Clark adjusted to his x-ray vision and peered through the walls of the crumbling house. He saw a figure sprawled on the floor.
"Lana, I think there's something wrong! I'm gonna kick the
door down. Step back!" He gave the frail door a good kick and the hinges broke off. He saw Ms. Walum laying there. On her left hand was the ring. In her right hand was a note.
It said, "The ring.the ring." He checked her pulse and found that she was dead.
Lana rushed in. "Clark, what.? Is she dead?" He nodded and Lana looked away.
She pulled her cell phone out and called 911. "Yes, operator? I'd like to report a death at 125 Maple Street."
A/N: Aww, the beauty of cliffhangers! Review and I will update!
The next day, Ms. Walum was not in class. The teacher who subbed for her reported that she was just not feeling like herself. Clark and Lana resolved to find out what was going on with her.
"I would feel really bad if she was home sick in bed and NO ONE came to visit her," Lana said, "actually, I'm not feeling too good myself. Maybe I haven't been getting enough sleep."
As they reached Ms. Walum's house, Lana felt a chill run down her spine.
Ms. Walum lived in a dark house which would have inspired nightmares in even the most courageous. The trees were leafless and beckoned to any who would come. Clark walked up the path and knocked on the door.
"Ms. Walum, are you in there? It's Clark Kent and Lana Lang. We come to see if you need anything."
With a cough, Clark adjusted to his x-ray vision and peered through the walls of the crumbling house. He saw a figure sprawled on the floor.
"Lana, I think there's something wrong! I'm gonna kick the
door down. Step back!" He gave the frail door a good kick and the hinges broke off. He saw Ms. Walum laying there. On her left hand was the ring. In her right hand was a note.
It said, "The ring.the ring." He checked her pulse and found that she was dead.
Lana rushed in. "Clark, what.? Is she dead?" He nodded and Lana looked away.
She pulled her cell phone out and called 911. "Yes, operator? I'd like to report a death at 125 Maple Street."
A/N: Aww, the beauty of cliffhangers! Review and I will update!