"are you sure you want to go in Aili, you can stay home for a few days" my dad said, concern evident in his voice. He was worried about me but that wasn't necessary because I was fine... I think.
I shook my head before opening the door "Dad I'm okay don't worry about me"
"I will pick you up after school, no debates." he said as I jumped out of the car.
I sighed closing the door behind me "fine!"
I heard the car drive off as I walked to class. The dry air brushed against my face and I blinked. 'Everything was going to be fine' I told myself. I could feel people staring at me as I arrived in class. They whispered, laughed and glared. I walked to my seat and pretended nobody else existed except for me plus the board in front of me.
They probably thought I was weird and nobody wanted to hang out with the weird girl . I was dragged out of my thoughts when Sam sat in front of me. I looked at her concerned face and I didn't miss it when Bradley shouted "Oh she is sitting with the freak now,"
Nick cut him off "shut it rat face!"
I almost smiled knowing some people actually cared about me. Sam smiled at me "are you okay Aili. We heard what happened. We wanted to come see you in the hospital but they wouldn't allow us"
"who wouldn't allow you?" I asked curiously.
"The cops, they were everywhere in the hospital and at the bogs. Sherfield has never experienced two mysterious deaths before in one night" Lisa said joining us.
I nodded "I am okay, just a little shaken"
"I am glad you are okay. I should have been there. I shouldn't have let you go back alone. I am sorry Aili" Sam apologized.
"it's okay Sam... You don't have to apologize. It was my fault, I acted up after having just a little alcohol. I let it get to my head but I am okay."
Lisa nudged my hand grabbing my attention "did you really see something, when you asked Amanda to leave"
I froze, to be honest I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want to relieve that moment, it only made me wish I had done more to convince them to leave. Maybe then they would still be alive with us today.
"enough of that, let her be. Let's get through this class then we can talk later... That's only if you want to talk about it" Sam said as the teacher walked in and I nodded at her with a smile.
I was beginning to really like Sam, she was so caring and sweet. She was a good friend. The classes dragged on and on. It was one class after the other so when we got our break I was relieved. I didn't have any classes after the break anyways which made my day better. Atleast I could talk to Sam about whatever it is I was going through. Sam was standing by her locker talking to Lisa, Sarah and Blake. Her locker was open so she couldn't see me coming.
I froze in my spot as I heard them talking... about me.
"We really shouldn't be seen hanging around with that freak. It's ruining our reputation seriously" Lisa said
I could hear Sam sigh "she is not a freak besides don't you want to know how she knew something was wrong?"
"honestly... I don't. Best she stays away from us. What if she has some badluck and shit. I don't want her near us" Lisa shook her head
Sarah nodded "Lisa is right, best you stay away from that freak or you will be labeled the same"
I didn't have to hear more, actually I couldn't hear more so I turned around. All I wanted to do right now was to sleep in my room with the curtains closed. I told myself earlier on that I would wait for my dad but I couldn't stay here any longer.
Walking back home wasn't so bad, it actually helped me get my head clear. I walked at a slower pace enjoying the moment when a voice distracted me. "shouldn't you be in class Princess" he said and I looked behind me there was noone.
I looked a few feet next to me and there he was wearing a smirk on his face. It was one of the boys from my class but he was a senior taking a few of the subjects from our class. "No" I said increasing my pace a little. I wanted him to go away.
"So the princess is already breaking the rules now" he said somehow catching up to me.
I almost groaned."stop calling me princess okay"
"where's the fun in that, you shouldn't be walking alone Princess. We have ghosts here" he whispered and grinned.
I wasn't amused but I didn't miss his beautiful electric blue eyes and his dark jet black curly hair. His features screamed handsome bad boy. "I don't mind ghosts maybe you should go away and hide before they get you" I smirked.
"oh actually I think I will stick around. Don't want you getting hurt or something. So Princess why would you leave school this early?" he asked sounding curious.
I took a glance at him "aren't you nosy"
"I am just curious, you don't strike me as a bad girl Princess" he smiled
I rolled my eyes "stop with the princess thing. Why aren't you in class"
"oh I hate school I'm never in class half of the time but you... You are not like me" his smile suddenly faded as a he watched me "did something happen?"
"Suddenly I'm the freak of the school. That's what happened, happy now. Go away" I snapped
He laughed "hmmm I think I will stick around more. You are quite a beautiful freak - Princess" he smiled looking ahead
I think my cheeks were tomato red at this point as I looked at the ground speechless.
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Chapter 31
The morning felt... normal. Peaceful it almost felt like an illusion. Not normal like perfect. Normal like quiet. Like the kind of silence that doesn't press against your chest. The kind that just exists. It was kind of crazy that I was starting to get used to the drama , the mystery and action in sherfield . It made me feel like there was something seriously wrong with me for kind of liking it.Sunlight slipped through my curtains in thin gold lines, dust floating in the air like tiny stars. For once, I didn't wake up with whispers in my ears or images burned into my mind. No visions. No shadows. No dread.Just me.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, letting myself breathe.It felt strange how quickly chaos becomes routine. A few weeks ago, I was just the new girl in Sherfield. The quiet one. The weird one. Now I had friends. Real friends. People who knew my secrets and didn't run. People who stayed.That still felt unreal.Downstairs, I heard the low murmur of my dad's
Chapter 30
When I woke, the sound of rain greeted me before I even opened my eyes.It wasn't heavy—just a steady rhythm against the window, like the world was whispering.The first thing I noticed was the air.It smelled of salt.Not sea salt, not from miles inland like Sherfield should smell—but real, oceanic salt. Sharp and clean, the kind that clings to your skin after a day near the tide.I sat up, heart thudding, and my eyes flicked toward the portrait.The woman in the painting—the one who had once looked mournful, then eerily alive—was different again. Her eyes glowed faintly, almost translucent, and around her neck hung a pendant that hadn't been there before: a shimmering piece of sea-green stone.Something about it drew me closer.I leaned in, breath shallow. The surface of the painting shimmered like wet oil, and when I reached out—foolishly, stupidly—my fingertips brushed something cold.I yanked my hand back.Water beaded at the edge of the frame, dripping down onto my desk."Okay,"
Chapter 29
The morning after the festival, Sherfield looked calm—too calm. You'd never guess that the town square had been drenched in chaos, that a flame-shaped spirit had erupted from the bonfire, or that Samantha had controlled an entire wall of water to trap it.But I remembered every detail. The blue glow in her eyes. The heat that had curled through the air. The silence that followed when the spirit vanished.And, most of all, the woman from the portrait.When I'd opened my eyes this morning, that painting hadn't been the same. The woman's expression had changed. Her lips curved slightly—too slightly—to call it a smile, but enough to make my skin prickle. And beneath the frame, carved faintly into the wood, I'd seen new words burned into the grain:**"The sea never forgets its own."**No "debt owed." No cry for revenge. Just that one, haunting sentence.I didn't tell Dad. He'd just think I was overtired again.---At school, everyone was buzzing about the Blood Moon Festival—how the bonfir
Chapter 28
When I woke up the next morning, sunlight spilled lazily across my room, touching everything except the portrait on the wall. It hung there like it owned the place, silent and regal — except for the part where it used to not be smiling.Now, her lips were faintly curved. Just a hint. Not enough to call it a grin, but enough to make my stomach twist every time I looked at her.I threw a pillow at it. "Creepy. You're officially creepy now."No response. Just that steady, knowing stare.Downstairs, the house was quiet. Dad had gone out early with Gran for her check-up, leaving a note on the counter about leftover pancakes. It should've felt peaceful, but it didn't. Everything about this morning felt... loaded. Like Sherfield itself was holding its breath.At school, I told myself I wouldn't bring up the whole "haunted painting" thing. Not everything that happened needed to be turned into another paranormal case, right?Yeah. That lasted about five minutes.---"Okay, you have to admit th
Chapter 27
Morning sunlight streamed through my curtains, soft and golden, making Sherfield look almost deceptively normal. Birds chirped, dew clung to the grass, and for once, there were no whispers, no strange chills—just quiet. Dad and Gran were finally home.The sound of clattering dishes floated up from downstairs, mixed with Dad's cheerful voice. I smiled before even opening my eyes. After everything—the leprechaun, the lost spirit, the creepy well—I deserved one day that felt normal."Morning, sunshine," Dad said as I wandered into the kitchen. He stood by the stove in his worn T-shirt, flipping pancakes that looked slightly too crispy. "Gran's still resting upstairs. Doctor says she just needs to take it easy.""That's good," I said, kissing his cheek before snagging a piece of bacon. "You're cooking? Wow, the world really *is* ending."He laughed. "Don't jinx it, kiddo."I let myself relax just a little, but that spark of unease deep inside me refused to die. All the supernatural chaos
Chapter 26
By the time the sun rose, I'd barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that claw. The image stuck in my head like it was carved there, scratching and dragging me back to the nightmare.But I was done being scared. We'd faced angry spirits, haunted basements, and cursed wells. We weren't amateurs anymore — and I wasn't about to let a centuries-old curse win.At school, I met up with the group in the library again. Our usual table — same dust, same creaky chairs, same fluorescent light that flickered like it had stage fright.Lisa was already there, hunched over a pile of old town records. Her fingers moved fast, turning fragile pages like she was searching for buried treasure. Sam arrived with her thermos of coffee, still looking drained from the night before. Nick and Brandon followed — Nick with that usual smirk, Brandon with that steady, quiet intensity that made everything feel a little more serious."Okay," I said, pulling out my notebook. "We need to finish this. If that
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