Chapter 1: Missing

November 1st, 1997. Williamsburg, Virginia

A pale yellow house lays in a small neighborhood surrounded by other houses that may have been built in 1980's. Each windows were a bit tattered since a hurricane flew by. Leaving trees, dirt, and other unnecessary things around the neighborhood and in the windows or on the roofs. Making holes as the weather was blocking out the sun for a morning. The grass tattered with dirt and flown debris smashing against it. Leaving the green in turning into yellow from harsh rain and soon to be more harsh rain later on throughout the day.

The pale yellow house's white door opens up to reveal a girl with long red curly hair stepping out of the house as she turns her head into the living room with her green eyes staring at her almost asleep mother who is on the couch from being all last night because of a new born son being born 2 weeks ago. The girl almost closes the door as she hears, "Leaving without your coat Missy?"

The girl opens the door to see her dad walking up to her. He is wearing a yellow button down shirt with black tuxedo pants and formal shoes. He has similar red hair to the girl's. The girl grabs a blue coat that her father held in his hands, "Thank you, Charles. Also remember, my name is Margret, not Missy." Her voice sounded a bit annoyed, but she hugged her father before heading out the door, "Tell mom whenever she wakes up that I said bye!" She closes the door and walks down the street to her bus stop.

Margret's dark brown loose pants flew against her legs as she carried the blue coat that her father has given her and her white turtle neck long sleeved shirt hugged her top body perfectly. Her brown flats clicked against the floor as the walk was silent walk. She stops walking next to a bus stop and spot a woman with long dark purple hair wearing an all black biker's outfit standing across the street.

The woman looked to be about in her 20's or maybe 30's. Margret shrugs and looks around for the bus until she sees the woman no longer standing at the spot. She stops looking for the bus, but rather the woman who was no longer standing on the opposite side of the road until she sees the bus heading to the stop. She smiles for a thankful relief as the bus stops completely and opens the door for her.

Margret gets onto the bus and goes to the backseat where her friends: Joshua, Aazar, Bobby, Gina, and Eve were sitting at. Joshua is the only African American who hangs around them and he is the only one who is in football, Aazar came from Afghanistan and has been best friends with Joshua and Gina ever since he arrived, Bobby is the only white boy who Margret has her eyes for, Gina is from Japan and she moved to the U.S. from Japan last summer and she has been friends with everyone ever since, and Eve is from Ireland, she moved to the U.S. when she was only 7 yrs old and her accent never left her.

Margret sat down next to Eve as the blonde Irish smiles at her.

"Ya must'v been busy in ya home." Her voice sang a bit of toon as Margret and her laughed.

Margret shakes her head while taking off her bag, "No, but I have been getting weird looks from a woman keeps going to the bus stop." She says in an almost hush tone.

Eve shakes her head, "Must be careful, ther' is an evil lore runnin' aroun' these parts of America." Her blue eyes looks into Margret's as they both laugh again. Not caring if others heard their conversation or not.

Gina turns to look at Eve and Margret from sitting next to Aazar, "I do hope that we can find some sort of adventure this semester." Her gentle brown eyes gives Margret a better relief from earlier with seeing the woman.

Margret nods, "Yeah and also I can't join you guys after school, I have study hall in Mr. Walkers class. He wants me to help him out with something."

Joshua points a finger at Margret from underneath his football jersey, "Be careful with that old fart, he keeps up saying this weird story about how a young girl killed off an entire group of drunk adults." His voice says in a calming way. Believing that the story is fake.

Margret shrugs, "Oh well! He can tell his stories!"

The group started to laugh as the bus neared their high school, to start another day of school.

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Margret closes her locker and turns to an almost empty hallway. She was holding close her textbook from history class and walked to the second floor of a red bricked school. The staircase was painted grey with some chippings to reveal a silver metal turning to copper being exposed to students hands. The upstairs still has some students who are staying after school for some other teachers.

Margret waved to almost all of the kids who she went by until she reached the room number 204. She knocked on the classroom door and opens the door to reveal an 80 yr old history teacher with almost no white hair and an old brown coat with a cream colored button down long sleeved shirt with brown pants and brown leather shoes to complete the outfit was wiping down a chalk board with an eraser. Margret walks into the room and slowly closes the door behind her, "Hi Mr. Walkers." Her voice became calm and not alarming to the 80 yr old.

Mr. Walkers turns his head to Margret, "Well isn't it Ms. Popular, take a seat. I got some stuff to tell you." His voice was a bit strict as Margret almost rolls her eyes and goes to take her seat almost near his desk. He looks at her closely as though he was studying her, "I wish I had your hair, but instead I don't." He says almost wishing that he had his hair back.

Margret takes a notebook out of her bag, "Is there anything that you need from me, Mr. Walkers?"

"Yes... yes..." Mr Walkers walks over to his desk and pulls out a cabinet and takes out a file. He walks over to Margret with it and hands it to her, "Watch over this for me please."

The file is a vanilla colored with a lot of papers inside of it. Margret grabs and was about to open it until Mr Walkers grabs the file closed. He has his fingers up against his lips as though not to look.

"Do. Not. Open this here. Take it home with you and have your parents look at it with you." Mr Walkers look outside with his fading green eyes. He walks over to the window and closes the shades. He turns to look at Margret, "Run and hide from the Evil One, she is right outside."

Margret puts the file onto the desk and gets up after putting her notebook away, "My time has been wasted here." She walks out of the room while leaving the file in the room and into the hallway where the lights were flickering. Probably due to the storm that is coming. Margret looks at the flickering lights for a few seconds before leaving the second floor. No students were on the staircase nor in the yellows painted hallways. All of them must have went home due to teachers not showing up. Margret walks over to the exit and tried to open the doors, but couldn't.

Margret tries budging the doors, but she can't. She turns around and slaps her hands onto her pants. Making the pants fly against her legs once again. Her eyes going everywhere until the lights started flickering again, "Nice prank Mr Walkers! Now please tell the custodians to cut it out!" Her voice became a bit cold until something stands behind her.

"Should have listened to the old man." The voice belonged to a woman.

Before Margret could turn around and see who the woman was, her mouth was covered and the lights soon went dark than turned back on to reveal neither Margret nor the woman anywhere. No doors were flying and everything ceased with no sound happening in any halls...