Chapter 11: A What!

"Oy! You there!" a voice of man came from behind. He must be in his mid forties.

"Huh?" the two of them said in surprised simultaneously.

"What are you doing?" the man demanded, but when he saw Stacy and John's faces, he turned white like he had just seen a ghost.

"Um, we're looking for something." Stacy answered as a matter of factly.

"Maybe, you can help us?" John asked the man. A few moments past before the old man spoke again. This time, it was less more sternly

"About what?" he asked.

"Have you noticed something out of the usual the past week?" Stacy took the courage to ask.

"What out of the usual?" man asked again.

"Um, you see my girlfriend and her boyfriend died in this very place a week ago. Have seen something that might help us know who killed them?" John asked.

"No, no. I haven't. Now I have to go." The man replied without looking at Stacy and John.

'He's not telling something.' Stacy thought and cast a glance over John who nodded to say he had the same observation.

They remained standing in there looking at the man's retreating back. He was shaking his head and muttering some things to himself.

"Pssst! You two!" someone called them from the other direction. Stacy and John turned their heads to where the sound came from. "Over here." The voice continued.

"What is it?" John asked first.

"I heard you are looking for answers to what happened just a week ago in this very place." A man maybe in his sixties or seventies. He was pretty old but he could still walk but with the aid of his walking stick.

"Yes, do you know anything?" Stacy asked him.

"For twenty years now, many have died in this place…" the old man started as he sat down in a large rock on the ground and took of his dirty hat from his sweaty head. Stacy and John just looked at him.

"They say this place is cursed. The first victim was a kid who was lost in this very place. He was trying to hitch a ride to get home since it was way past midnight but no one had the heart to offer him a ride home. Then someone just run him over which caused his death." The old man looked at them seriously.

"The ghost of the kid never left this place, seeking revenge to those who drive in this place in exactly one thirty in the morning. Cops can never solve the mystery behind those deaths. They refused to believe what we tell them that this place is cursed!" the old man said in a spooky voice.

"So you're saying that my boyfriend and his girlfriend died because of a curse?" Stacy asked incredulously. But the old man shook his head.

"I have been out of my hut over there when I noticed this car driving in the middle of the road. Many cars had passed before that red one coming from the same direction." The old man told them about the cars. John understood that he was referring to the superstars' cars from Hunter's party.

"I tried to stop the car, that red one. But you see, I have difficulty in catching up. Then I saw this man sticking his thumb out for a ride. It was definitely not a ghost because when the car stopped, he himself pulled the door open and… and took out a knife from an inside pocket and started to stab the two people inside." The old man finished.