Murder and Mystery

Mom knew we were lying.  She came in, closed the door, and sat down on the bed right across from me. 

“Do you have something you want to tell me?”  She asked.

At first, I was filled with this sense of dread, that I was lying to my mother, and I felt terrible.  Then I remembered the cause, and was defiant.  I yelled no, because I knew she knew what I knew, and she still wanted me to tell the truth.  We argued for a bit, then she left.

There was an investigation going on as to a murder that had happened in a dark barn or cave or some sort.  I say that because I was coming down steps on one side of an enormous room, while, high up on the wall towards which I was walking, was a large window, through which I could see someone with enormous wings.  Two or three of my good friends were with me, and as we went down, we could see Jared down there too.  We got down to him, and heard a witch chanting.  We ran, but it was too late.  The witch was the one who had killed someone, but no one would believe our story if we told it, and no one else had seen Jared at the scene, so we decided to just be quiet about the whole thing. 

I couldn't understand why my mom and dad wanted so bad for us to tell them.  Didn't they trust us?  If we wouldn't tell them, they must know there was a reason, right?

When my mom had left, we watched a recording that I had of the whole event.  Jared was plain to be seen, placing him at the scene, but there was also the other strange happenings recorded as well.  A small troll with a long beak walked in, and it seemed only I was paying attention to him.  He started speaking a poem, and then I realized it might be important, so I put my ear up to his beak to make sure I caught it all.  I quickly copied it down onto my laptop, so I wouldn’t forget it.  It was then that I realized.  It was phoenix!  This was how she came back to life every time she died, this old lady would perform a ceremony.  Angel had apparently just discovered this as well, or was in on it, as he must have been the guy at the window that night. 

We had decided to go on a ride.  It was the sort of ride that scares you terribly, and the escorts that the theme park provides are excellent actors.  I went with the first crew, and, as its reputation would have us believe, it was, indeed, terrifying.  As it opened up, you went down a staircase, and there were two twins, one boy, and one girl, sitting in the car in front of you.  There is a voice that started to chant something, and then the twins join in.  As we got halfway down the stairs, I realized that we were once again in a similar place to where the murder had happened.  I endured the ride, and was glad when it was over. 

We hung out outside the ride, messing around as college kids do.  I remember we were playing a sort of tag, and I tagged Alexia, but she was tired, and didn’t really feel like playing.  That was understandable, considering what we had just been through.  Another group of IV people came, and said they wanted to go on the ride.  Most of the people with me wanted to go again, but I definitely did not.  I didn’t think my nerves could handle a second round.  I asked Scott if I could borrow his car to drive myself back to the church we were staying at, and he said yes, as long as I brought a game that was in his car back to Hannah’s house. 

I started out ok driving, though I wasn’t really sure where I was going.  I guess I wasn’t used to the streets of Denver anymore, or at least this part.  I got to an intersection, went straight, and just kept on straight.  I started to fall asleep.  I awoke when I heard and felt an aweful bump.  It seemed I had hit a cat.  I realized I had somehow gotten to a very rural part, as it seemed I was in the middle of a small farm.  I turned around, somewhat of a challenge in the newly fallen snow.  As I drove past the scene of the incedent, I saw red blood on the snow, but not the cat. 

I kept driving, and eventually drove through this food shop.  I kept going till I found a parking spot, and walked back to see what they could offer.  I walked in through the back wall, because it was too much work for me to find the front entrance.  I was right next to the cook, and he asked me what I wanted.  I thought that Hannah might enjoy some fried chicken, and so I asked for that.  As I waited for the food to be cooked, some people from Billings chapter walked in.  they had been in the second group that had gone on the ride again. 

“I got a little lost…”  I said

“You were close, we’re right on s 11^th, so all you had to do was turn right, and keep going.”

The Death of Dan

I was playing an aram on League of Legends, and I was Zilean.  I was chasing down a gangplank, who was almost dead.  For some reason, my ultimate was a mass slow and stun, instead of the whole revive thing.  Anyways, when I finally caught him with a time bomb,  he died, and then a chest spawned there.  It was then that I was myself again, and we were in a long, dark hallway.  The chest was still there, and I knew we might need it to survive, so I opened it to check it out. 

The first thing I felt was an arm.  I thought, oh great, someone left there arm in here, and then moved on.  I saw some gold, and a lot of moldy bread.  I kept digging, to see if there was anything else.  That was when someone said “Where’s Dan?”  I finally looked back towards the arm, and realized it was connected to a body, the body of Dan Hodun.  I was in tears as I rushed him to the med unit, with Dr. McCoy by my side.  We tried to revive him, but nothing would work.  McCoy said we should at least find out what had killed him, so we could avoid it ourselves.  He left to go get some equipment, and I started talking to Dan.  This isn't some creepy sort of talking to the dead, more like the silence in the library sort, if you are a Dr. Who fan.  I told him how strange it was that I was the only one who could talk to him when he was dead.  He said, “Yeah, that is kinda strange.  Wait, where else have I been dead?!?”  I reminded him of a couple of times that were close calls, but he couldn't remember me talking to him.  It was then that he started to deteriorate.  The only way we could continue to communicate was through a computer interface.  We would take turns typing.  After time, even that began to fail.  He started typing gibberish, and then nothing at all.  I was so very sad to see him go.

IV Trip

A group of us from intervarsity had stopped at a rest on the way to or from somewhere.  Up, in the distance, there was a huge rock formation, kind of like jump off ridge behind my house back home.  We were just talking, getting water, and suddenly, there was a huge bang sound, and some people just disappeared.  I knew somehow, that it was a huge magnetic pulse.  I looked around frantically, to see if Kat was gone too, but then I remembered that she had gone to some concert, and so was a little ways away.  I went over just to make sure she was ok, and I saw here in the distance, climbing up some stairs, and I knew everything was ok.  Just then, I looked over at the rock formation, and it was cracking.  From the very center, at the bottom, a line of rock was cracking, and coming apart altogether.  The mountain started to fall on all of us, like a wave crashing on the shore.  As it fell, everything was slow motion, and the one thing I had time to do, was to thank God for what a wonderful life I have had.  Then everything was dark.

When I awoke, I wondered if it was heaven.  I was on the shore of some sort of lake, a lake that had tons of bits of rock in it.  I had some pain, but not overwhelmingly so.  Somehow, it seemed, I had survived.  So, of course, we went to Disney World.  While there, we met an old woman who worked there.  It was me, Kat, Sarah, and Kathy.  We had been talking to her for quite some time, and it was getting near closing, apparently 3 AM on this night.   She said it would be ok if we stayed later, because she was with us.  It was at that moment, that Ariel crawled out from under a ramp, bleary eyed, and holding a stuffed animal.  Diana had already left some time ago, but there Ariel was, and we knew we needed to figure something out.  Kathy suggested she take the bus home.  She said she knew the bus driver, his name was Sam, and that he was really nice, and that the way home would be really easy, and that she would be fine.  I was not so easily convinced, but what other choice did we have?