Star Shadow: Wow! Some people really liked this!
Dark Stratos: *in mono-tome* Surprise surprise. Well here's chapter two. Enjoy. Remember read and review.
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Seifer walked back from his training session with a smile on his face. Letting out all of his aggressions on the new monsters they had gotten in the training center made him feel as good as he had before he'd gotten in there, well…minus the blood and grime. He was all around happy, even if it was three in the morning.
As he walked down the main corridor to his room he saw a teenaged girl leaning over the railing of the artificial pond that surrounded the elevators. She was smiling happily with her toes barely touching the ground. Her messy brown hair was slung over one of her shoulders and her green eyes sparkling happily. One of the more notable things about her was her black trench coat.
"How's it going, Seifer?" she asked as he walked past. She didn't even bother to look up at him.
"Just fine, thank you," he replied. Things were definitely looking up for him now. He continued walking down the hall wondering how the girl had known his name. He dismissed it as his fame. He then thought about the girls appearance. She looked about fifteen. She really fit the description of that girl who'd written the journal… Actually, she fit the description perfectly…
Seifer turned back to where he'd seen the girl less than ten seconds ago and saw no one. He stared in disbelief. He would have heard anyone walking away from that spot with the silence that had captivated the garden at this hour, so where was she? He stared at the last place he had seen the girl.
Seifer turned and walked to his room, dismissing the girl as a product of his imagination and fatigue. There was no way that this girl could be the same one who had written in the journal. After all, the dates referred to in the notebook were ancient.
As he stepped into his room another thought occurred. What if the girl had been a ghost? That was a very high improbability, and he refused to believe it. He decided to go with fatigue as his answer. Seifer Almasy did not believe in ghosts.
Sighing, Seifer turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. Deciding that the water was hot enough, he peeled off his grime covered clothes and tossed them haphazardly on the hard tile. He stepped under the scalding water and thought about the journal, Rachel, and the mysterious girl he had just seen. She seemed different and didn't judge him, that also reminded him of Rachel. The more he thought the more complications arose.
He turned the water off abruptly and he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist while finding another for his hair. He stepped over his filthy clothes, suddenly wondering how he had managed to wear them. This also made him think about how many monsters had run from him for nothing but his stench.
Gingerly, he picked up the clothes and tossed them into the dirty clothes hamper by his deck. That's when he saw the notebook again. With his second towel settled on his shoulders, he sat down on his bed and began reading again.
Hello again!
I just took my mid-terms. That was fun, not! Two days of straight testing. Ech! That was so hard. I think that next time I'm not gonna study. That always seems to make the testing easier, ya know? Okay, so maybe you don't know, but that's okay. Well anyway, I was taking one of my AP English II test and suddenly the pencil in my hand started marking down the answers by itself! It really creeped me out. I checked the answers that had been marked down and guess what!? They were all right! I was really surprised. I mean, wow! This just proves my theory that there is a ghost that haunts classroom 217 b.
Oh well. It's not like that's the first time that something like this has happened. At my last house the doors would open by themselves. And when the builder was building the house, the equipment would start moving by itself. If that wasn't cool enough, the builder had to hire three new crews before the house was finished. That house was said to have been built on an Indian Burial ground. Another cool thing about that was that on the solstices, I could hear chanting and once, I even saw a real sprit dancing in full warriors garb. It was so cool!
Seifer thought about this carefully. So Rachel believed in ghosts. That was an interesting concept. He began to wonder if the notebook was trying to tell him something, but dismissed it. He was reading the journal from the beginning, so how could it know what he would be thinking and arranged itself in the correct order. He shook his head and continued to read, thankful that he didn't have classes that day, lest he have to put the book down.
Here's another ghost story that I think is true. When I was six or seven I had a friend named Karen. She was always really nice and sweet. One night she was scared and went to her parents room. Nothing creepy about that, right? Well, continuing, Her parents wouldn't wake-up and make room for her, so she decided to go to the bathroom. She went and got a drink and thought she saw a white flash in the mirror. When she turned around, there was nothing there.
After going back to her room and getting back into bed, she was the white figure walking down the hall towards her room. The person looked beautiful. Karen wasn't scared when the woman came up to her and smiled softly. The two started talking and did so for long time until Karen was tired again. The woman smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her to sleep tight.
As the pure white woman turned and floated down the hall, Karen saw a large red stain in the back of the woman and a butcher-knife in the center of the stain. Karen, miraculously, slept safely though the night.
The next day, her mother was looking though a photo album and Karen started to look though it with her mother, that was when Karen saw an old photo with the woman in it. Karen asked who it was and her mother explained that it was her great-grandmother who had been murdered by her husband. He had killed her with a butcher-knife in the back.
Seifer almost closed the book. Why should someone believe in a ghost story told by a child? It wasn't like she had seen the ghost herself. He decided to keep read though, it didn't matter if the tale was real or not. It would make a good ghost story none the less.
I believe Karen with the story of the ghost for more than one reason. I believe in some of the super-natural being that are on this plane, and my other reason for believing her was because that nihgt I had to use the bathroom too. Through my bathroom window, I was the unnatural white being float down the hall with that red smudge in it's back. I, unlike Karen, did not fall asleep peacefully.
Well, I have another day of school tomorrow! I have to go now because it's… ACK! I have to get up in TWO HOURS! Laters!
~Rachel Coley
Seifer closed the book with a slow smile. So she really had seen the ghost. What a twist of unlikely events. He went to his dresser and put on a clean boxers and climbed into bed with a yawn. While turning off the lights, he decided to search the library for some older references to see if he could find a picture of Rachel to prove to himself that she wasn't the girl he had seen earlier that morning.
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Star Shadow: Ooh! Wow! That was longer than I had intended.
Dark Stratos: I know…
Star Shadow: Just so you people know these journal entries are important, and for the most part true. I have to change some names and ages, but I really do have two sisters ages 9 and 11.
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