October 25th, 1948
'Another body was found on Ravensdale Street. The victim was 17-year-old Angie Casey Moore. She was last seen 2 days ago at the Newton Movie Theater with Marty Cantis Ceri. They were attacked by a black figure known as 'The Shadow'.
Police will not go into further detail about the teen's death, but the police chief, Harold Watson, said on a short-interview - "...Poor girl is just like the rest of the victims; frozen with terror on their faces, few organs missing here and there, limbs unnaturally twisted backwards, and of course the signs of the killer leaves on all his kills..."
I put down the newspaper and looked out the window of the cold and foggy morning of Hollowing Sleep. 'Poor Angie...if that jerk Marty hadn't left Angie all alone, she would have been alive.' I thought to myself. Angie wasn't the first victim to die this month. There were 3 others before her, resulting in the same death.
This town always creeps me out; the ghost stories, many unsolved mysteries, the things you hear late at night - even the name itself is odd. There is barely any mention of its origins in the library, which is even more suspicious for a town to barely have any history of their own town. I even got a D+ on my paper for History class. So why name a town an eerie name and have unknown origins? When I looked out the window, I saw a shadowy figure standing out on the road...
"Steven Jaegerman Delvin! Why haven't you left for school?! You're going to miss the bus!," my mother said to me as I checked the time - 7:45 am...
I mumbled a curse and jumped off the couch, grabbing my school bag and jacket as I bolted out the door. Although...I did not see the figure when I got outside.
The ringing of the school bell can be heard throughout the hallways that were filling up with high school students, eager to get home and plan out the entire week until Halloween. As for me - I had other plans than just stealing candy from little kids. My friends, Franie Bowe (the future-journalist) and 'Trim' Anders (the ghost-hunter), are planning on 'investigating' this 'legendary' house.
Franie told me that the house was known for its previous house-owners 'sudden disappearances' and abnormal history. The house belonged to the founder of Hollowing Sleep, Matthew Lusia Cardiff, who disappeared one late night, leaving the town up-for-grabs. Many men fought to govern the forsaken town. Unfortunately, they would all meet the same fate after they have been elected as mayor - dead.
"Steve! Pay attention!" I felt a book smack against the back of my head. I groan in pain as Franie smirked triumphantly. "If you were listening, maybe I would not have hit you" Franie was a girl you would not try to mess around with, or even try to touch her behind. She had short, brown hair, her bangs are held by a small, silver flower clip. Her shiney brown eyes glisten with curiosity, the urge to find out why that happen or why it happened. Which is why she wants to be a journalist or a reporter for the local newspaper. Franie repeated what she said - that we will leave at 7 pm, 'sharp', on Halloween and search the house from top to bottom to find any secrets of the founder, or even the town itself, maybe even answer some of my own questions.
"At least one of the many mysteries will be solved..." She said we we turned a corner into our neighborhood.
As we walked down Konnectly Street, I felt a cold shiver down my spine. I looked back and saw a shadow run between a pumpkin and a scarecrow. My heart began racing and blood running cold. Fearing it was "The Shadow", told Franie to walk faster.
She was utterly confused by my sudden action, but went with it.
A few hours later, I finished my homework, went to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I began with my train of thought about the day and the haunted house - what will we find in there? Secrets and scandals? Maybe even dead bodies if we are lucky, or unlucky....
I bent over to spit out the toothpaste, but when I looked into the small mirror, I thought I saw a smiling face over my shoulder...
When I turn to look over my shoulder, there was nothing. I shrugged and went to bed. I pulled my sheets over and and lied down into my bed. Tomorrow - there will only be 4 days left until Halloween. I yawned and closed my eyes; I was oddly tired than usual. A sound of a eerie laughter was the last thing I drift into a deep sleep, a deep dream, a deep slumber into the dark abyss...
The room was so cold that night.