As Joe pulled up to the old school house he cut the lights. It was pitch black,” Perfect,” he thought. This would scare the girls real good, and before the night was over, he might just get lucky.

Jimmy was not so crazy about the whole idea, but Jimmy was crazy about Jenny. When Joe doused the lights she leaned into him even closer. Brooke on the other hand, was all for it. “Let’s go,” she said.

As they started to get out of the pick up Joe let out a banshee wail. Jenny jumped as if she were shot.

“I’m not going.” she told Jimmy.

“Come on, it will be fun.”

“ No! My dad told me never to come out here. If I would have known this is where we where going I would not have come.”

“Don’t be that way Jenny.” Jimmy whined.

“Stop being such a wimp.” Brooke said.

Joe chimed in, “Bock, bock, bock!”

Reluctantly she gave in and stepped out of the pick up.

The night air was hot and humid. There was no wind stirring at all, still Jenny felt the goose flesh ripple up her arms. Jimmy knew she was scared. He felt uneasy too, but he would never admit it to Joe.

The four of them made their way to the school house with a single flashlight. Once inside they saw the graffiti that lined the walls of the old building. Joe took out a can of paint started to write his name on the wall.

“STOP!” Jenny screamed.

“What now?” Brooke asked.

“Bad things happen to people who do that.”

Brooke rolled her eyes and said, “If we would have known you were going to such a crybaby we would have left you in town.”

“I wish you would have.” Jenny mumbled under her breath.

Jenny was from here, but the other three had moved here from out of town, and didn’t know the stories.

She stood there almost paralyzed, as Brooke wrote her name on the wall. They tossed the can to Jimmy.

“Don’t do it Jimmy, Please, Don’t “ Jenny pleaded.

He raised the can, but the look on Jenny’s face in the glow of the flashlight convinced him to toss it back to Joe.

“You guys are such pussy’s! Don’t tell me you believe in those stupid ghost stories about this place.”

“ So you do know the stories about this place, and you did it anyway?” Jenny exclaimed.
“Oh, shut up already!” yelled Brooke.

“I am going to check out the cemetery, come on Brooke.”

Once outside Joe and Brooke took the flashlight and started towards the cemetery.

Jimmy and Jenny started back to the pick up in the darkness.

“Damn it’s dark out here.” Jimmy said.

In the darkness he could see Joe’s flashlight and hear the hiss of the paint can.

Suddenly he felt something pass by him. Must have been an animal he told his self.

They were about half way back to the pick up when they heard Joe.

“ Whoa! What is that?’

They turned and looked. To their amazement they could see a green glowing light, hovering above the ground.

Jenny started screaming, “ Oh God! Oh God! It’s the light! Run!”

Before Jimmy could say anything, Jenny was at a dead run.

Jimmy heard Brooke say,” Hey Joe, let’s check it out.”

“ NO!” Yelled Jimmy, “Let’s get the hell out of here!”

Joe and Brooke started towards the light, then were stopped in their tracks when a voice from the light said,” Yes, Joe come on.”

“Who the hell is that?” Joe yelled. “If you losers are trying to scare me, it’s not working.”

He called out a dozen names of people he thought might have had a grudge against him.

No answer.

The light just kept getting closer and closer. Now, Joe was feeling uneasy and Brooke began backing up toward the direction of the pick up.

“ Come on Brooke let’s go.”

They started at a walk that quickly turned into a run.

Behind them they could hear the laughter of a bunch of people coming from the light.

When Joe turned his head to look, he tripped but quickly regained his feet.

Jenny was already in the pick up, and Jimmy was right behind her. Feeling the keys in the ignition she started the truck.

Jimmy was yelling, “Come on! Come on!’

The laughter stopped! As the light began to encompass Joe. They could see his silhouette in the light. As the light grew in intensity so did Joe’s screams.

After a minute the light dimmed and the screams stopped.

Brooke was running fast as she could and as soon as she jumped in the pick up Jenny gunned the truck. Gravel spewed from the tires until they finally found solid ground and the truck lurched forward.

The big engine roared as the truck continued to accelerate down the road. The speedometer was sitting on 90 and the green light was still gaining.

“ We will have to throw her out.” Jenny said calmly.

“ What?”

“ It is after Her,” Jenny said. “ It’s not going to stop until it gets what it wants.”

“ Oh! No way!” Jimmy said.

“ It’s the only way.”

The wrinkled hand trembled as the memory of that night came rushing back. Tears were streaming down her face as she held an old yellowed piece of newspaper. Her granddaughter ask why she was crying.

She had brought the scrapbook to make Grandma Jenny happy. She always loved the stories that Grandma Jenny told about Grandpa Jimmy. She thought the scrapbook would just add to the stories. Little did she know, that tucked into the back of the scrapbook was an old obituary about two teenagers who died over 60 years ago.

Grandma wiped the tears away and said, “ Just promise me you will NEVER go out to the old school house.”

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