It's a familiar story. Some dumb kid gets dared to go in a haunted house on Halloween night. The kid takes the dare, walks into the house shivering, screams, and is never to be seen again. Every town has a legend of it's own like that. And every legend had to come from somewhere.
I was one of those dumb kids, taking the dare on Halloween night. I just figured, what the heck? It wasn't like anyone would miss me, especially not my grandparents. I think after my parent's died I became so disagreeable, no one would mind. That was what hurt the most, and when Sharon and Tiffany came up to me on Halloween, I couldn't help but think of it as a test, a test of who actually cared.
"Kristi, Kristi, wait up," Sharon hollered. I looked back, skeptical of their reason for talking to me. Tiffany and Sharon were the most popular girls in school. They were complete with flashing dark eyes, pencil-thin waists, and they looked much older than their actual age. I was an overweight, pizza-faced girl who looked half my age in maturity, the kind of girl anyone of their status would brush aside like they would a fly.
I stopped and waited. Even though we were a hall's length away, I could hear their snickering, clear as day.