Being seniors, my friends decided that we all should have one last big trip before we all headed off to different colleges. Claudia, who always seemed to come up with the ideas, told us that we all should have a road trip to New Orleans. Sarah, a very smart girl, but who always agreed with what anyone else said, immediately agreed. The twins, Stephanie and Abby, who both had completely different personalities but looked exactly the same, surprisingly both agreed with this “brilliant” idea. Caroline, probably my closest friend out of this group seemed a bit hesitant to this idea. Although I wanted to tag along, I too was hesitant the first time I heard of the idea. “Oh come on Tori and Caroline! It will be fun! It’s the last time we will see each other in a long time.” They all said to us over and over. And boy, were they right.
Driving around the outskirts of New Orleans on a dirt road at night was probably one of the creepiest things I have ever done. Looking out the back seat window of the bright red jeep, I saw a few dark mysterious above ground cemeteries, so common in the south. The dark woods loomed on the horizon above a smaller ancient cemetery with large alabaster white statues crowded inside the rusted wrought iron fence. It was already a miserable rainy night. When, suddenly, we heard a loud popping noise. Due to the sideways rain, we could not initially see what had caused this incident. We had two flat tires. We were out in the middle of nowhere. While the others tried to call for help, I looked at my surroundings. I had no idea that this was to be my home for a long time. All I can remember from that day was seeing the large oak trees surrounding the misty cemetery near the road that we were on. Since it had been raining, there was a cold crispness in the air that went to your bones.
The next few days of our lives were filled with complete horror. We had no cell service and no GPS so we had to plan an escape on our own. We had no idea where to go, there was a path that led deeper into the woods. Or we could keep walking on the dirt road- but how far? We were planning on getting into the city to have some fun, not getting stuck out here in the woods on the edge of the swamps. We decided to stay together and continued to walk forward on the dirt road. Strangely Claudia and Stephanie went missing after the second night. We fell asleep next to each other and when we woke up they were no longer there and there was no trace of them. It was as if they were never there. Caroline, Abby set off to search for them while I went to locate Sarah who had gone to pick berries. I found Sarah, the once beautiful girl, buried alive in a shallow grave. In the small cemetery, her eyes had been cut out. Scared and alone, the three of us left felt as if we were being hunted. The last day I saw my two dear friends was the night we saw the ram shackled house. As we entered the house, we heard a piercing scream. Running and screaming, Abby darted away from the house. That was the last time Caroline and I saw Abby. Gripping onto each other, we decided to figure out where the sound was coming from. As we walked around that small hut, we noticed strange writings on the walls. Painted in a dull blood like color, the writings took over the entire room. “It looks like small children wrote that.” Caroline said shyly. Before I could respond, we started to hear millions of tiny footsteps. The sound echoed throughout the room, but we could see nothing. Crouching onto the ground, we started to cry, for we knew that we had walked into some kind of trap. After a long period of time, the footsteps finally stopped. Glancing at each other, we both slowly started to stand from our crouching position. As I stood up, I found myself staring into the eyes of a ghost. The ghost, who looked like a small nine year old by, was missing half of his face. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy whispered, “She’s coming.” Caroline, who had started to scream the second she saw the boy, was thrown against the wall by some unknown force. Racing to her, I noticed the boy was gone. I checked for a pulse, but there was none. I started to freeze, realizing that I the last man standing. I should have left the second Caroline passed away. I slowly stood up from the corpse. There was complete silence for the first time in many days, or even weeks. I stood there for at least five minutes, not knowing what to do next. I knew whatever I did would lead to my death. Suddenly, the footsteps returned, but instead of millions, it was just one. Slowly turning around, I saw a tall dark figure approach. My breath had shortened, and the world seemed to be crashing in. Behind her, white ghost like figures walked up the stairs from the basement of the house. Even though I recognized five of the faces, they all looked like they had suffered much. Claudia, Abby, Sarah, Stephanie, and Caroline stood there next to the dark figure. One by one they all started to say, “You’re next.” The vacant house started to spin. The last thing I remembered from that day was looking up at the ceiling of the house, seeing only cobwebs and stained black floorboards. The footsteps seemed to come closer to me.
I have no idea what day it is or what the time is, but all I do know is that I have a short time to live. I am writing to you, reader, on a large leaf that seems to have blood on it. I pray to you please think before you do anything. It can save your life. Oh my god, I hear footsteps. I see something that is glistening. Forgive me for all my sins. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. This is my entire fault. I think she has an axe. I’m sorry. I’m sor…
These events are based on a true story. We believe these events to have taken place around June sixth, 2006. We still have not found the bodies to the innocent six girls. All we have is this letter from Tori Brown, and the mysterious red jeep, which is believed to be owned by Claudia Smith. Abby and Stephanie Jones, Caroline Anderson, Claudia Smith, and Tori Brown are all believed to be dead.
Driving around the outskirts of New Orleans on a dirt road at night was probably one of the creepiest things I have ever done. Looking out the back seat window of the bright red jeep, I saw a few dark mysterious above ground cemeteries, so common in the south. The dark woods loomed on the horizon above a smaller ancient cemetery with large alabaster white statues crowded inside the rusted wrought iron fence. It was already a miserable rainy night. When, suddenly, we heard a loud popping noise. Due to the sideways rain, we could not initially see what had caused this incident. We had two flat tires. We were out in the middle of nowhere. While the others tried to call for help, I looked at my surroundings. I had no idea that this was to be my home for a long time. All I can remember from that day was seeing the large oak trees surrounding the misty cemetery near the road that we were on. Since it had been raining, there was a cold crispness in the air that went to your bones.
The next few days of our lives were filled with complete horror. We had no cell service and no GPS so we had to plan an escape on our own. We had no idea where to go, there was a path that led deeper into the woods. Or we could keep walking on the dirt road- but how far? We were planning on getting into the city to have some fun, not getting stuck out here in the woods on the edge of the swamps. We decided to stay together and continued to walk forward on the dirt road. Strangely Claudia and Stephanie went missing after the second night. We fell asleep next to each other and when we woke up they were no longer there and there was no trace of them. It was as if they were never there. Caroline, Abby set off to search for them while I went to locate Sarah who had gone to pick berries. I found Sarah, the once beautiful girl, buried alive in a shallow grave. In the small cemetery, her eyes had been cut out. Scared and alone, the three of us left felt as if we were being hunted. The last day I saw my two dear friends was the night we saw the ram shackled house. As we entered the house, we heard a piercing scream. Running and screaming, Abby darted away from the house. That was the last time Caroline and I saw Abby. Gripping onto each other, we decided to figure out where the sound was coming from. As we walked around that small hut, we noticed strange writings on the walls. Painted in a dull blood like color, the writings took over the entire room. “It looks like small children wrote that.” Caroline said shyly. Before I could respond, we started to hear millions of tiny footsteps. The sound echoed throughout the room, but we could see nothing. Crouching onto the ground, we started to cry, for we knew that we had walked into some kind of trap. After a long period of time, the footsteps finally stopped. Glancing at each other, we both slowly started to stand from our crouching position. As I stood up, I found myself staring into the eyes of a ghost. The ghost, who looked like a small nine year old by, was missing half of his face. Grinning from ear to ear, the boy whispered, “She’s coming.” Caroline, who had started to scream the second she saw the boy, was thrown against the wall by some unknown force. Racing to her, I noticed the boy was gone. I checked for a pulse, but there was none. I started to freeze, realizing that I the last man standing. I should have left the second Caroline passed away. I slowly stood up from the corpse. There was complete silence for the first time in many days, or even weeks. I stood there for at least five minutes, not knowing what to do next. I knew whatever I did would lead to my death. Suddenly, the footsteps returned, but instead of millions, it was just one. Slowly turning around, I saw a tall dark figure approach. My breath had shortened, and the world seemed to be crashing in. Behind her, white ghost like figures walked up the stairs from the basement of the house. Even though I recognized five of the faces, they all looked like they had suffered much. Claudia, Abby, Sarah, Stephanie, and Caroline stood there next to the dark figure. One by one they all started to say, “You’re next.” The vacant house started to spin. The last thing I remembered from that day was looking up at the ceiling of the house, seeing only cobwebs and stained black floorboards. The footsteps seemed to come closer to me.
I have no idea what day it is or what the time is, but all I do know is that I have a short time to live. I am writing to you, reader, on a large leaf that seems to have blood on it. I pray to you please think before you do anything. It can save your life. Oh my god, I hear footsteps. I see something that is glistening. Forgive me for all my sins. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. This is my entire fault. I think she has an axe. I’m sorry. I’m sor…
These events are based on a true story. We believe these events to have taken place around June sixth, 2006. We still have not found the bodies to the innocent six girls. All we have is this letter from Tori Brown, and the mysterious red jeep, which is believed to be owned by Claudia Smith. Abby and Stephanie Jones, Caroline Anderson, Claudia Smith, and Tori Brown are all believed to be dead.