Ghost Story, Part 1
Rule number one of Forest Hills; don’t ask questions… you’ll never like the answers. Rule number two; when you do learn the truth, do your absolute best to look like you don’t know… that’ll keep you alive. #surviveFH #Spooksville — Tweet from Raven_Eye.
I’m not entirely sure why I let Emma drag me into the school library during lunch. I’m also not sure why I didn’t just shut her crazy theory down immediately after she’d said it.
“Emma…” I sighed. “Haven’t you heard of the internet?”
“The internet’s overrated,” she replied.
Emma had dropped me off at a table at the far end of the library before she went hunting off for the thing she wanted to show me. She came back wi
CHAPTER TWELVE Ghost Story, Part 2 A long, eerie silence arrived at the end of Emma’s shocking reveal, one where my brain attempted to process her words — and just couldn’t. I’m a California-bred teenager, and we’re naturally inclined to be skeptics over almost anything. But, despite the fact that I couldn’t bring myself to fully believe her, there was this nagging part of me, a teensy bitsy part, that couldn’t just refute her claim either. I mean, I’d been visited by freaking red fireflies with large girl shadows hovering behind them so who was I to say that a dead girl didn’t actually appear outside Emma’s front door. It was Emma who broke the
CHAPTER THIRTEENOllie's Big Secret, Part 1Most people aren’t aware, but wolves are just one of the many savage beasts hiding in our own version of the #DarkForest… What I’m saying is, if you ever meet a brown bear in the woods, RUN! — Tweet from Raven_Eye.As alarmed as I was by the appearance of the brown bear, I was possibly even more shocked by Ollie’s reaction to it. I mean, I was shaking in my sandals, but he just looked calm. And then this crazy, reckless, gorgeous boy actually moved between me and the bear in what I guessed was him trying to protect me.It was exactly the same thing he did with the wolf, and I had to wonder what was up with Ollie and wild animals? And
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Ollie's Big Secret, Part 2 I’m not sure how long I lay there crying, but it was a while before I finally wiped the tears from my eyes. And when I finally found the strength to sit, I discovered that the bear was gone. Tracks of overturned dirt and grass set a straight path from where the bear had lain stretched out to the safety of the trees to our right. “It must have escaped,” I guessed, my voice hoarse. As for Ollie, well, I could see his jeans behind the clearing’s lone tree. He’d gone barefoot, and I wasn’t sure, but it did seem like the hairs that had covered the skin of his foot were gone now. Still, that wasn’t e
Note: This chapter's been rewritten. New direction, pacing, and content. Recommend you read it again if you'd read it before October 7, 2021, or you might not understand the events of the next chapter. CHAPTER FIFTEEN Roanoke, Part 1 Most people don’t know this, but Forest Hills is one of the oldest towns in the US, dating back to way before the American Revolution… and that kind of history brings a lot of baggage with it, some that still haunt our town to this day. — Tweet from Raven_Eye. “Vampire?” I couldn’t help rai
Note: Please read the previous chapter first as it's been mostly rewritten (Oct. 7, 21) or you might not understand what's happening in this chapter. Sorry, and thanks. CHAPTER SIXTEEN Roanoke, Part 2 “Are you okay?” Ollie asked in that gentle voice of his that just made me weak in the knees. I know, I really have become a cliché. But I guess that wasn’t such a bad thing. He had his arms around my waist while I leaned against my beetle’s front door and resisted the urge to kiss him again. We’d done that en
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Love, Ghosts, and Alcohol, Part 1 Never ever walk the streets of the town at night alone… but if you really, really have to then make sure to bring some protection. Garlic or sage will do because, apparently, evil spirits don’t like herbs. — Tweet from Raven_Eye. I was so nervous I imagined there was a little drummer boy beating his sticks against my heart. That’s how loud it had become. It didn’t help that I was running like my life depended on it, which it might if Ollie’s story really was true. “Jessica,” the sing-song voice called. Every time I heard that voice, I would get the shivers and that made it twice as hard to catch my breath. I raced down a street that ha