ßƖɑcĸяɪԀɢє Ƥяєƿ (The Story)

HELLO! So, you know the RP that I made? It has the same name as this. So, because everyone says my plot line for the RP would be great for an actual story. So, I am going to make it into a story.

NOTE: This story will not be proofread, edited, or anything of the like. So, if there is any mistakes of any kind, it is on accident.

ALSO[/size I have names of PimD players in this story. If you wish for me to not have your name in this story, please let me know. This is mainly to friends of mine.

Next, I will be writing in third person, which is not my strong suit. And I will also be writing in past tense. So, if I ever slip from third to first person or past to present tense, it is purely habit.

Finally, I have other works I am doing, school, and some other things. So, I will not be updating much, which could be a week to a month until an update. I know, it will take way too long, but I want you to know this.

Now, I bet you would like to read the story, yes? Well, here is Chapter 1.
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€һɑƿɬєя 1

You could hear the screams when you walked towards the old school, screams of frustration. No one dared to go closer to the school as they heard the screams; they didn’t want to know why there were screams in the old, abandoned school or even know who was making them. Was it a girl that was screaming? Or was it just a figment of imagination? It was of a sort neither, for it was, yes, of a sort, but not a human girl. A ghost girl was the culprit.

“When are we leaving this…this…place of torture?” a ghost hissed as she paced – well, floated – around the attic of the school. She could hear the quiet footsteps and the distant voices people talking about things like cleaning up, refurnishing, and reopening the dreaded school. She highly disagreed with these voices. The school was a horrible place. It was why she was a ghost.

“Could you please stop complaining?” another ghost sighed heavily. He crossed his pale arms and watched the ghost girl with careful eyes. He remembered exactly what she had looked like when she was alive; she had light, wavy brown hair, deep, dark jade eyes, and she was rather short. Now, her hair seemed to be a light gray and her eyes were a pale green, her hovering form short and slightly pale.

“Oh, hush, both of you,” said a third ghost. “You’re giving me a headache and I’m dead.” The ghost crossed his arms and sent the two a quick glance. The ghost boy that he remembered as Nigel sent him a glare and so did the girl, Elizabeth. Nigel had black hair and light bronze eyes when he was alive; his hair was now a dark gray and his eyes were about the same color as they were when he was alive.

“Guys, stop,” a ghost girl added in, becoming one with the dreaded argument that they went through at least once a day; if they were lucky, once every other day. “Elizabeth, please don’t complain, Nigel, don’t snap at her like that, and Harry, we know they are annoying, but we’re dead. We have to get used to it.” Harry sent the girl who he remembered as Emily a kind smile. She sent him a grin back at him. Harry had a somewhat skinny, lean build when he was alive; his blonde hair was now white, his sapphire eyes a pale sky blue. Emily was a small girl, her once aqua eyes, now the color of storms, large behind her glasses. Her hair was short, perfectly straight, and black as coal, the same color as it was when she was alive.

“I agree with Em,” another girl piped in. “We’ve been here forever, and we need to get used to it.”

“Hannah, Emily, hush,” a boy scolded. Hannah’s once bright hazel eyes now sent him a glare, her eyes a pale gray. The boy scowled again, crossing his arms with attitude. His gray eyes hadn’t changed a bit since he died and they continued to hold a strong and intense glare. Their hair was once a matching bright red only now to be a bright gray.

Everything about these ghosts was dark. Their looks especially; their attitudes had grown sour over the years of being trapped in the world, clinging to it for unfinished business. But, sadly, they couldn’t leave the attic or the school to try to pursue what they what they wanted to do before crossing over. They were bound to objects of their past, memorabilia and jewelry. And the only way to get out of the attic was for someone to take something of theirs that mattered to them. But, no one had been in the school for fifty years; or, at least, until now.

“Henry,” Hannah threw back, “why don’t you be quiet like you wish us to be?” She was only sour because of her twin brother, because he would always annoy her as he had in the old days when they were alive. Now he had no way to leave and the only way to pass their eternity was to bug her.

“Guys,” another boy whined.

“David,” they snapped at the pale boy, causing him to cower away. David was always trying to stop the twins from arguing, but as always, they snapped at him to be quiet. It was a rather normal occurrence.

“Hey, Gwen, what do you think of these new people?” Nigel asked a girl in the corner, her watching the window. She watched people below without a sound, watching them talk, make gestures to the attic and the basement below. No one could see her at the window but her fellow ghosts. They knew what she thought of their situation. She never had one comment, she never made a tiny sound; Gwen would always look out that window, waiting for the day someone would take her away from the attic.

“I think,” she starts, her voice soft and delicate, “that we are about to be freed.” Everyone was taken aback to hear her finally speak. She had only spoken once since she had become a ghost. And it was only one word: “Why?”

“Is that what you think?” Henry scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, I do, Henry,” Gwen snaps at him, turning her head to give him a glare. “Why wouldn’t I? Can you not hear the people talking about a reopening? I see people gesturing down to the place of torture and here where we are. I very much believe that people are going to reopen. In fact, someone as curious as some of us is going to meet us.”

“And you say this because?” Hannah asks, her eyes lighting up at the thought of leaving the attic.

“I can hear them talking, faintly, but I can hear them. It’ll be open within the next ten years or so. They say it will open in twenty-thirteen. They say it’s two thousand three. If I remember correctly, that’s exactly ten years. Am I not wrong?” Gwen directs to David and he nods excitedly, moving closer with the rest of the ghosts. “We will get out of here and we will cease to be ghosts.

An eternity later of waiting and bickering, the ghosts eagerly watched through the window as they saw children that seemed to be just entering high school were being dropped off in strange looking vehicles, or at least that’s what the ghosts thought the strange colorful hunks of what they presumed to be metal. They watched as children walked towards the school, some girls dressed in skirts and others in…trousers? Boys seemed normal to them for the most part, except for the type of things they were holding and doing. With what they could see, they could see strange, rectangular devices in their hands, sometimes showing them to others, or bringing them up to their ears, or other strange things.

“This new age is so strange,” David commented before going quiet and back to watching the new students. When the bell rang for first period, the children ran to class, carrying their bags. The ghosts waited in the attic for students to be curious and show up in the attic. Throughout the day, not one person showed up. The ghosts decided to wait another day. Another day came and gone with no one even remotely interested with the attic. Again, they decided to continue to wait.

Before they knew it, the children were being picked up for the summer, hugging their new friends and some couples kissing each other goodbye. The ghosts hadn’t seen one of them show up in the attic and they were getting angry.

The summer flew by and a new wave of freshmen joined the school. This time, the ghosts were determined to have the students to find them.

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The new students stared in awe at the school. The walked towards it and looked around as they saw the sophomores hugging others and a few kissing as if they were couples. The new freshmen were ushered into the school and into the large auditorium. They sat in the bleachers and listened to orientation, the dean of the school going over the rules, including a curfew, the attic and basement being off limits, and the fact that if any of these rules were to be broken more than once, the student that broke them would be punished by being expelled.

The students, waiting for the bell, started talking amongst themselves. A group of children had introduced themselves in order from left to right, top to bottom. First was Blake, a tall, slightly muscular boy. His ashy blonde hair was ruffled slightly and his stormy gray eyes showed as much emotion as his face, if not more. He was smiling at the rest of the group as they introduce themselves. Next was Sammi, a short girl that was very quiet. Sammi’s frizzy brown hair was swept up on her head and her green eyes were wide, a small, shy grin on her face. Third was Jack, an average sized boy. His brown hair was perfectly styled and his brown eyes shined, with a mischievous smile on his lips and in his eyes. Then there was Drake, quite a muscular boy and very tall. His black hair was pulled back from his face, letting his dark, midnight eyes show. His mouth was a thin line, watching everyone else.

On the bottom row of the eight students was Rebecca, a taller girl. Her hazel eyes shined at everyone and her blue and purple dyed hair was pushed back in ringlets. Next was Gracie, an average sized girl. Gracie’s blonde locks were short and the tips were dyed fire red, her brown and orange-flecked eyes studying everyone carefully. Josh was next and he was a short boy. His black hair was short and his eyes were a dark emerald. He smiled at everyone as they spoke anxiously about their lives and about themselves. Finally, there was Sadie. She was an extremely short girl while brown hair dyed black. Her wide eyes behind her glasses were a plain brown with a halo of blue around them.

Almost immediately, they became friends.

The next few weeks were normal for the children and they had classes together. On the way to their last class of the day, they heard a strange noise come from the attic. They stood still as they waited for another sound before the bell rang. Even in their classes, they could not stop thinking about what could have made the strange noise. Nothing and no one should be up there. But, what if there was something Dean Hale was hiding from his students? For them, there was only one way to find out, and that was to go up into the attic after curfew.

Once everyone in their dorms was asleep later that night, they decided to go investigate. With flashlights in hand, they crept through the old hallways and made their way to the top floor. They took their time to search the ceiling for an attic opening. When they couldn’t find it, they searched classrooms and closets for stairs. Lucky for them, they found it in the closet of the English Lit room. One by one, they made their way up the rickety stairs. Soon, they found the attic that was littered by old items. Books, clothes, sports memorabilia, jewelry, and everything for as far as the eye could see.

“Whose stuff is this?” Sammi questioned and picked up a hair bow, examining the pretty green thing.

“Old students, perhaps,” suggested Josh, looking around the attic. The students made their way further into the attic and more of them grab old items. Sadie picked an old book that looked like a journal or diary; Blake grabbed an old Elvis poster; Jack pulled an old baseball card out of the heaps of memorabilia. Josh found an old record and Rebecca found a gold bracelet; Gracie found an old locket and Drake found an old baseball bat. Before looking around one last time to find no one or an animal, they hurried down the stairs and back to their dorms with their newfound treasures. But that wasn’t the only thing they left with.
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So, fingers crossed, give me feedback, etc.

~Shana Alana

 

I'm slowly working on an update. It's up to the third page of the chapter on Word. So, I should have an update sooner or later.