Brattleboro Union High School, home of the Colonels. Driving through the gates, all eyes turned to me. The students at my school were well aware of what had happened to me in the past two weeks, how couldn't they? Brattleboro, Vermont has a population of around 14,000, so in this town your business is everyone's business. Hiding away behind my large, black tinted sunglasses, I drove down the road and into the parking lot where a group of jocks and cheerleaders were sat on the hoods of their cars. Sighing, I took of my shades and grabbed my grey jacket from the backseat before opening the door of the car and getting out.
"Mornin', Wednesday." Called Ritch.
They burst into laughter.
I rolled my eyes. The 'brain cells' and the 'dick squad' have a running joke that they have been using for years, comparing me, my Mom and my brother to the Addams family.
"You do know that Halloween isn't until October, don't you?" Travis mocked.
"Doesn't mommy need your help on the farm, Travis?" I smiled wryly.
Travis didn't say a word in response.
I cocked my head to the side. "Ahh, what's wrong?" I spoke in a baby voice. "Cat got your tongue? Well here's an idea, why don't you just leave me alone, or I swear to god..." I could feel the anger building up inside me, so, I just continued on past them round the side of the main school building on my way to first period.
"Hey!" Travis and Ritch shouted in unison.
I heard the sound of footsteps behind me before a hand gripped me by the wrist. Pulling me round so that I was facing them, a punch landed across my face knocking me to the floor. "Gah!" They then began to kick me in the stomach over and over. My head spun as the pain was agonising. 12 kicks later, they stopped before running off leaving me lying on the hard stone pavement. As I tried to sit up, I writhed in pain. "Ahh!" I groaned weakly.
It took me a few minutes before I was able to slowly get to my feet. Using the wall to stable myself, I dragged my sorry ass into the reception before walking over to the desk at a gentle pace that didn't cause the pain to flare up as much. I leaned down heavily on it.
"You okay sweetie?" The woman asked behind it.
I nodded. "I'm here to pick up my stuff."
The receptionist nodded before walking through into the office. She returned a few seconds later with a cardboard before full of the contents of my locker. Inside was a Polaroid of Daniel and I at Six Flags, a drawing of a mockingbird I did back in my Sophomore year, and my Senior ID card. She then looked at me. "How are you holding up?"
"I'm fine. Thanks." Walking out the school building, I fought through the pain as I made my way back over to my car. Mom had left me her car in the will, so I was now the proud owner of a 1967 Mark II Mini Cooper. The paintwork was chipped after continuous use and the age of the car, and half the dials didn't even work, but Mom didn't care. She loved the little death trap, therefore why I found comfort in driving it around.
Pulling down the street, I furrowed an eyebrow as I noticed an old Chevy parked up on the pavement outside the house. Driving on past, I came round again and parked up down the road so that anyone inside the house wouldn't see me coming. My first guess was a journalist, my second was a burglar. But how stupid would the burglar have to be to park their car up outside the house they were burgaling. Walking down the path, I crouched down behind the bushes and rushed down the driveway. The door had been opened, but not forcively. They must have picked the lock. Pushing it over further, I entered the house and glanced around. Although a few objects were obviously out of place, nothing was gone.
"Have you checked for EMF?" Spoke a voice in the living room.
"Yeah, it's clean...I'm telling you man, whatever this thing is, it's not a ghost."
"Nope, but the attack didn't happen here."
"So where did the woman get ganked?"
"Emm..." The wrinkling of paper could be heard. "In a factory by the lakefront, but get this, in an interview, the owner said that the building had been locked up for the last 80 years. Apparently it once belonged to his grandfather who ran a fish canning business back in the thirties. The company went bust after human remains were found in some of the cans after being sold to the public. The factory was condemned and all the workers fired. John Spring, the man who owned the factory was warranted for arrest, but was found dead in his home on Canal Street. He lived at number 212."
"So what are you thinking? Vengeful spirit of the guy who was murdered and made into tuna, ghost of one of the workers who were fired, old man Spring himself?"
"It could be any of them, but why kill the woman, how does she connect to all this?"
"I don't know, but we need to find out all we can on this John Spring. Does it say where he's buried?"
"Prospect Hill Cemetary, according to this, the Spring family have a crypt there."
"Better salt and burn him." The guy walked out into the hallway with a gun in one hand and a wooden handled knife in the other.
My eyes widened as I gasped.
A taller guy than walked out too. His eyes widened too. "It's okay." He spoke calmly as he held out his hand. "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you."
"Why are you here?" I asked, gathering up the courage to speak.
"We're federal agents." The shorter guy reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out an ID with a FBI badge and card on it.
I shook my head. "Then why were talking about ghosts and demons and Mike Spring's grandpa."
"You know Mike Spring?" The taller one asked.
"He was a friend of my Mom's and his son is in my brother's year at school." I suddenly realised I was going of track. "Why are you here?"
"We're here about the murder that took place two weeks ago. The murder of Eva Sap. Have you heard of her?" The shorter guy glanced around. "Apparently, this was her house."
I nodded. "Yeah, I know her. She was a good woman." I knew I had to lied, I needed to know information, and they seemed to know more than the police. "They say a wolf killed her, that true?..." I took the ID from the smaller one's hand and opened it up again. "Dean?"
"We can't reveal information about cases, ma'am." The smaller guy stated.
I took a closer look at the ID before throwing it back to the smaller guy, he caught it. "Why would the feds be investigating a wolf problem?" I looked at the two men. "Why would two fake feds be investigating a wolf problem?"
"We're not fakes ma'am."
"Please." I scoffed. "Does that thing normally work?"
"What do you mean?" Asked the taller guy.
"It's got more flaws than a diamond."
The smaller guy scowled, defeatedly before putting the ID away in his coat. "Okay, smart ass, what can you tell us about Eva Sap?"
"Eva was a big part of the community, she would help out at the American Red Cross, attend the church service on Sunday, she was even on the Town Council. Everyone loved her, and when she died..." I paused. "Well, the town lost a lot more than just a resident."
"So she didn't have any enemies?" Asked Dean.
I shook my head. "Of course not."
"Do you know why Eva may have been in the factory that night, or at least in the area?" Asked the taller guy who was yet to tell me his name.
I shook my head once again. "I'm not sure, she worked at the memorial library on Main Street."
"And what about her daughter, Adalynn? Do you know her? Or Daniel?"
"I don't speak to Adalynn much, and Daniel was a couple of years below me at school, so we didn't talk." I had to ask, I needed an answer. "Do you have any idea what could've slit her throat?"
"We only know..." The smaller guy stopped mid sentence and furrowed an eyebrow. "We never said anything about her throat being cut, and the police reports say that she was killed by a wolf. How do you know that?"
I sighed, knowing I couldn't talk myself out of this one. "I'm Adalynn Sap, Eva Sap was my mother, Daniel Sap is my brother, and this is my house. I was in the factory on the night when she died. I watched her die, and there was nothing I could do to stop it."
The taller guy's eyes widened.
Dean looked sternly at me. "Why didn't you just tell us this in the first place?"
"You had broken into my house and were talking about ghosts, how was I supposed to react?" I retorted.
"I know this is hard, Adalynn..." The taller guy began, but I cut him off.
"Call me Sappho."
He nodded. "Did you see what killed your Mom?"
I nodded. "It was this guy, with black eyes. He threw me back against the wall without even laying a finger on me, but I didn't drop to the floor, I was being held there, by some invisible force. And then...and then he slit my Mom's throat."
"So why were you and your Mom in the factory in the first place?" Dean asked.
"I got a text from my brother saying that his friends had dared him to go into the old factory by the lakefront, and that they'd locked him in, so I told my Mom, and she drove down there. I wasn't going to let her go by herself, so I went with her and when we got to the factory, Daniel was nowhere to be seen. The bastard that killed my Mom must've took his phone."
"And your brother.." The taller one began in a soft tone. "He's still missing?"
I nodded. This was all too much, a tear trickled down my cheek, but I was quick to wipe it away. Meeting their gaze once again, although neither of the two guys uttered a peep, their expressions spoke louder than words. "What is it?..." I sniffled. "Is- Is he dead?"
"We're not sure..." Dean spoke softly. "We think the demon that killed your Mom might have him, especially seeing as he had your brother's phone."
"So what did kill my mom?" I asked, scared of the answer.
The taller guy took a deep breath. "A demon."
A bloodcurdling scream pierced through my head accompanied by an equally agonising pain. "Ahh!" I gasped, clutching my head.
"Sappho?" The taller one asked.
"Gahh!" I moaned as my head felt like it was going to explode.
"Sappho?" Dean walked towards me.
I felt my eyes flicker as the world began to darken around me. I felt myself falling before...