Post by Kiknessa on Nov 22, 2010 21:44:33 GMT -5
~Saskatchewan: 1878~ The car sent water flying in their faces as it drove away, through a puddle. She shielded her brother from the water, taking it all unto herself. It made little different. It was pouring so she was wet anyways. She held her brother tight against her chest as she watched the car disappear from sight down the long dirt road that lead back to the city. She looked down at the trembling form of her brother after it was gone from sight. If she hadn’t known the tears were there they would've been hard to notice for all the rain that was trailing down his face. She didn’t cry though. She couldn't ever. She had to be strong, for him. She smiled wryly and ruffled his mud caked blond hair. He tried to smile back, for her, but couldn't manage. What kid would've been able to? Picking him up in her arms she held him tight as she turned towards the huge building behind them, the only building for miles. She carried him down the muddy drive, past the sign 'ST. ANDREW'S BOARDING SCHOOL'. When their mother remarried they had been happy. Her suitor had always been nice to them, bringing them candy and presents. She had turned down half of them politely. She was 16 and didn’t need gifts like that. Her brother loved them, but that was to be expected from a 6 year old. They had celebrating the coming of their new father the night of the wedding. But as the weeks went by and summer was coming to an end he became more hostile, showing his true nature. Finally he decided to dump them at a boarding school so he could have some 'peace and quiet'. Their mother stood by and let him do as he wanted. She loved him; it didn’t matter if he didn’t love them. This had really shaken her brother up, though. He had bagged and pleaded bother their mother and step father to change their minds. She hadn’t. She knew how adults were, almost being one herself. She knew nothing would help. She couldn't help but see how fortunate she was, as she walked into the lobby. Though they were ten years apart in age she and her brother had always been close. This made it easier, for him especially. An old cranky lady showed them to where they were staying. Usually girls and boys slept in separate dorm, but their parent had decided they weren’t worth the expense, so they’d be staying in the loft above the stables. It had two decent beds and an outhouse was right outside the stable. The roof leaked a little but as long as they avoided that spot they were ok. She of course gave her brother the better bed. He didn’t seem to realize the difference, but she knew her bed, which had obviously been made of straw just recently, was riddled with lice. The shared an old oak dresser, him taking the bottom drawers and her taking the top. When they sat down before bed they embraced, her brother crying again. She rocked him, whispering to him that they would be ok. They were, for a while. He made friends easily. Oh to be six again, where no one judged harshly. She would looked out the window to see him playing in the yard with the other children, smiling and laughing even though his clothing wasn’t as nicely kept and his hair was full of tangles. She wasn’t as lucky. She had mended her clothing as they deteriorated, but she looked ragged and dirty to everyone else. The girls looked at her with scorn, and the boys practically ignored her. At the school they learn cooking and sewing, which she excelled at because it had always been part of her life. The others thought she was showing off and she often spent her lunches alone on a bench outside. But still, seeing her brother’s smile when he came in, showing the treasure that he and his friends had found that day was enough to keep her smiling. Then winter came, and though they were supplied with blankets it was unbearably cold. She saw him shivering at night and would give him an extra blanket from her own, but even still, it didn’t take long for his small body to get sick. It started as a cough that eventually became bad enough that he was sent out of class, and she as well so she could care for him. Then it became a fever. A doctor did come to look at him once, but they could not afford the medicine he prescribed. She wrote home to her mother many times, begging her to help, begging her to just lend them the money for the medicine, promising she would pay it back when she could. They never got any reply. December 24th, Christmas Eve, he died of pneumonia. The teachers helped her dig a hole for him. There was no actually coffin, just a makeshift wooden box that they lowered into the hole and buried. His friends made a small wooden cross and carved his name into it. And there they laid him to rest. Not three months later she disappeared. One of her classmates would claim to have seen her step off the school roof, but no body was found. Another claimed a demon had swooped out and eaten her. Whatever the case, Diane Marie White was never seen again. |
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~2005~
The old school had been abandoned, years later. It was run down and ignored by everyone. Inside books lay scattered on the floor. Textbooks and note books lay on the desks. It was as if everyone had left quickly. There was no question why. It was long said that the school was haunted, by a girl who had disappeared after the teachers had let her brother die. No one went near the school. All feared the horrible story of Diane Marie White.
Well, almost no one.
Boys would often use the school for their bravery test. As one of the trial to get into a group they would send an unfortunate child into the building alone, to get a book, or a piece of chalk, to prove himself. Most failed, swearing they had seen a girl inside, who tried to attack them.
And then the school was bought by another school, which sought to expand itself. Rumor was they planned to clean the place up, ghost or no ghost. Two weeks before they could do that though, one last teenage boy would be sent in to prove himself. He would be going to this school when it reopened a month from then. As the boys approached the building the sign would creak as it swayed in the breeze. The wind passing through the broken windows would whistle eerily. It was raining again, like it had been that day, in fact, it was the anniversary of the day Diane and her brother had come to the school. Through the entrance was a large hall, with classrooms branching off it and arches, their green paint peeling like the cream paint was peeling off everywhere else.
To get a doll, that was his mission. The girls dorm rooms were on the top floor of the school building, while the boys were in a special wing. This was to make sure they kept away from the others dorms. The school was four floors high. He also had to get a piece of brass pipe, as was found on the boilers in the basement of the school.
Little did he know that something was lying in store for him, waiting, and watching
