I had only just finished my last year at school that day. My parents were off to some country or other for business, or so they say, and it would still be a few days before they'd return home. I decided to spend some more time at the public library. A nice place to waste your time, according to my dad, but I'd rather waste my time here, then being at home with nothing. No friends, no TV, no internet... my parents wanted to be sure I'd study for my exam, hence. No matter. In the library I found an encyclopedia of haunted houses. A subject I'm not supposed to read about, but what the hey. I've spend about an hour (or two, maybe more) reading this. There was one place that caught my interest, though. In America there are hundreds of known
haunted houses, and at least half of them are in this little town in Louisiana. When I had read as much I came to realize something. Louisiana, which is USA, which is North-America, which is way beyond the Meridian, which is also beyond my reach. Almost my entire life I felt like I was stuck here, in this insignificant little country. Almost like I'm a prisoner. My parents can go anywhere they wish, whereas I am to remain where I am. This was something I had discussed with myself many times before, but somehow reading this book just remembered me of this little fact. I didn't pay much attention to the memory and kept on reading. I remember this moment only too well: I was reading "This area has been through many things. Besides the fact that each farm, each mansion has it's own ghost story, this town got to suffer from many natural disasters. And there's of course the civil war that had been fought here. It's almost like there's something..."
At that moment I stopped reading, because I had this weird feeling that I was being watched. I could look around, but then I would alert my viewer, and he will do an even better job at hiding himself, so he can't be found. I cooked up a little idea, hoping this viewer would be a fool, assuming there is one. I saw an arrow somewhere on the wall at my right-hand side. It pointed to where I could find the lavatory. Maybe I could fool anybody by following that arrow, so I did. I got up, though hesitantly since my legs were a bit numb, because I have been sitting down for a while. After regaining control over my legs, I managed to walk into the direction of the arrow. After passing two ails, I was almost certain I heard a thud of some kind. For that I turned around and returned to the table where I sat before. I didn't see anybody, so I must have been imagining things. Though a shadow I spotted underneath the table made me think otherwise. I didn't think twice and ran back to the table. I looked under it. And I was right! Somebody was waiting for me to leave. A girl, mind you. Then I felt some kind of blow on the back of my head, and nothing else after that.
