Chapter Two
It was so hard for Declan to imagine Miranda going to this school. It was smack dab in the middle of the city in Baltimore, in the ghetto. He always imagined Miranda going to this high school in the middle of nowhere.
In the lobby, Declan noticed just how antique the school was. Everyone was almost just as it had been. The stucco ceilings were adorned with typical nineteenth-century decoration. In view of the lobby was a black slate staircase.
"So, I hear you're a ghost-investigator," said the nun, startling Declan.
He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that,"
"Just walk around. There are so many spirits here. I'm sure you'll feel it," she said as she walked back to the little office by the door.
Miranda turned to look at Declan with a smile. "So, where should we go first?"
Declan pointed towards the slate staircase and moved his arms, letting Miranda go first. The steps were long and narrow. The first floor they arrived to had one door leading to classrooms and two large doors en route to the next floor. The doors were huge and made of a dark wood. "That's the parlor. Hardly anyone ever goes in there. Even I haven't been in there," said Miranda.
Declan opened the doors. There sat a long table and a small booth, like a confessional. There were two more doors, one to the left and one right ahead. Miranda went on to explain that the school used to be connected with a Catholic church right next door. In the 1980s, however, the church moved.
The room to the left was almost empty, except for some very antique furniture. Declan and Miranda were about to bypass it, going to another room. But Miranda saw a small display case. In there was many artifacts from IND's early days - a yearbook, some pictures and drawing of the school. Seeing those girls in the jumper uniforms sitting in classrooms gave Miranda an eerie feeling. She stared at the pictures confusedly but had to look away.
Declan kept on going, not paying attention to Miranda's affixation to the picture. He began to think that it was pointless to come here. The nun was wrong; he hadn't felt anything eerie about this school. The only thing that made it unique was that it was old.
Through the other door, there was a large hallway leading to all the doors in the parlor. The hallways stunned Declan. Compared to the rest of the school he had seen so far, this was the most elaborate. The ceiling was decorated with paintings of the Virgin Mary and the Stations of the Cross. There were two more rooms to explore.
He walked into the nearest one. Suddenly, he was overcome with this completely supernatural feeling. There was something about this room. Something strange. He couldn't explain it.
Miranda finally joined him. She knew that he felt something. He always had a certain look when he felt something supernatural.
She looked around the room. Maybe there was some reason for all this. The only thing she saw was historic furniture that seemed to have never been used since the founding of the school.
Then she turned around. "Oh my god, Declan, look at this."
It was so hard for Declan to imagine Miranda going to this school. It was smack dab in the middle of the city in Baltimore, in the ghetto. He always imagined Miranda going to this high school in the middle of nowhere.
In the lobby, Declan noticed just how antique the school was. Everyone was almost just as it had been. The stucco ceilings were adorned with typical nineteenth-century decoration. In view of the lobby was a black slate staircase.
"So, I hear you're a ghost-investigator," said the nun, startling Declan.
He laughed. "Yeah, I guess you could say that,"
"Just walk around. There are so many spirits here. I'm sure you'll feel it," she said as she walked back to the little office by the door.
Miranda turned to look at Declan with a smile. "So, where should we go first?"
Declan pointed towards the slate staircase and moved his arms, letting Miranda go first. The steps were long and narrow. The first floor they arrived to had one door leading to classrooms and two large doors en route to the next floor. The doors were huge and made of a dark wood. "That's the parlor. Hardly anyone ever goes in there. Even I haven't been in there," said Miranda.
Declan opened the doors. There sat a long table and a small booth, like a confessional. There were two more doors, one to the left and one right ahead. Miranda went on to explain that the school used to be connected with a Catholic church right next door. In the 1980s, however, the church moved.
The room to the left was almost empty, except for some very antique furniture. Declan and Miranda were about to bypass it, going to another room. But Miranda saw a small display case. In there was many artifacts from IND's early days - a yearbook, some pictures and drawing of the school. Seeing those girls in the jumper uniforms sitting in classrooms gave Miranda an eerie feeling. She stared at the pictures confusedly but had to look away.
Declan kept on going, not paying attention to Miranda's affixation to the picture. He began to think that it was pointless to come here. The nun was wrong; he hadn't felt anything eerie about this school. The only thing that made it unique was that it was old.
Through the other door, there was a large hallway leading to all the doors in the parlor. The hallways stunned Declan. Compared to the rest of the school he had seen so far, this was the most elaborate. The ceiling was decorated with paintings of the Virgin Mary and the Stations of the Cross. There were two more rooms to explore.
He walked into the nearest one. Suddenly, he was overcome with this completely supernatural feeling. There was something about this room. Something strange. He couldn't explain it.
Miranda finally joined him. She knew that he felt something. He always had a certain look when he felt something supernatural.
She looked around the room. Maybe there was some reason for all this. The only thing she saw was historic furniture that seemed to have never been used since the founding of the school.
Then she turned around. "Oh my god, Declan, look at this."