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Spooky Story 2# (Part 2)

Posted by ZombieGhost - October 9th, 2023


The bus arrived and she enters in it.


She walk to reach the middle of the bus and sit alone.


I decided to follow her and when she saw me being with her, she seem to be less stressed.

We pass many places, the town, the near forest and the bridge that have a river underneath.

The other teenager talk and she look at the window ignoring everyone.


I heard what they say, some wonder who she is and others make jokes about her looks.

Because Gwen is pretty and have a curvy body.


I decide to intervene and check what I could mess around with them.


First thing I did was unziping their bags, so when they stand up the contain will fall off.


Then I tie their shoes together to make it more bad for the exit at the end of the road.


Gwen noticed me doing something and pretended to cough, it was a signal to for me to come back.


So I returned, and the bus stop.


People start to stand up and everyone trumbles.


Gwen look at me and roll her eyes.


Then she get out of there while everyone is cursing in the bus.


The high school of Grimoire is an old building that have been here even before I was dead or alive.

It felt weird for me to be here, but Gwen seemed to be unfaze. She just stood there looking at the

place and then walk inside as people walk by.


I keep her company as she find her way in the school and the day went well.

She get her own locker, for herself. Hear the beginning ceremony and

see all the teachers. Some are great, bad and one very terrible.


That teacher is Adam Gritcher, the biology teacher.. He is bizarre and awkward.


When he start presenting himself, everyone laugh at him because he doesn't talk that good in english.


Anyway, after all the teachers present themselves and the day went on.


Gwen finally arrive at home from the bus.


It is 4:35 PM


Her parents aren't home, because they work at this hour.

She close the door behind her and start talking to me right at this moment.


"Aah.. Finally, it's over!" She yells and drop on the couch.


"Is everything okay..?" I asks her.


"Yeah, it's alright." She mumble while her head is buried in the pillows.


"You seem tired.." I say.


"Maybe because I am.." She says and move her hand as she speak.


"Well.. I will leave you.." I just say/


"No, no.. Jack stay, please." She replies.


And I stay there in the air, looking at her.


"You know what, I don't really like to admit it. But I hate everything about being in public, it's scary." She says.


She explain all about her fear of the public after that, what happened before she move out of the last town.

And the reason was simple, she talked to a ghost in public in her former high school and everyone as seen

her like a crazy girl because of it. The worst part was that.. It wasn't the first time it occured.


"It's not your fault." I say as I try to recomfort her.


She gaze at me with her eyes, like it was the only time she heard this.


"You have no idea what I have been through Jack." She almost cry.


When she said that, I felt like she had been in a terrible place before and then I just tell her.


"You are not going to die because of that, it's okay Gwen.. People.." I take a moment to think..


"People make mistakes.." I just say that.


"Thank you Jack.." She says and look better now.


She decided to watchs movies that night, she made some food for herself and her parents arrived arround 9 PM.


Then september went fast like this.


Gwen rapidly made some friends and things was alright..


Until October started.


It was late that night, at october 1st. A murder just happened in the town..


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