The Haunted

"Oh Lucinda, if you think this has a happy ending, then you haven't been paying attention." She smirked amused by Lucinda's sense of optimism.

Something has come back to Bishops Green. Something that wants to kill. Something unworldly.
Sixteen year old Lucinda Marcs is cute, fun and looking forward to the start of her Junior year of High School. But little does she know that something evil has made it's way into Bishop's Green, her quaint, seemingly normal town where nothing ever happened.
And when Lucinda finds herself caught up in the mess it's up to her to figure out how to get rid of this evil for good.
But what happens when her best friend becomes a target? Will she be able to save her? Or will she fall with her?

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12. Chapter Twelve:

"The body of sixteen year old Junior Kyle Moore was found this morning in Bishop's Green woods. The cause of death is currently unknown but the police are treating his death as suspicious. Kyle was a classmate of recently deceased teen Alanna Craig who also died in suspicious circumstances. The question in Bishop's Green now is are these deaths mere coincidence or are we dealing with something far more dangerous." The beautiful newsreader spoke through the television as she stood at the entrance to the woods. She was surrounded by cop cars and just behind her you could see police tape lining the opening to the woods.

It made Lucinda feel sick how people crowded around an investigation site when someone had been found dead. It seemed so...

"Insensitive isn't it." Her mother, Penny, said as she walked into the living room. She handed Lucinda a steaming mug of hot chocolate and sat down beside her. Lucinda was currently snuggled into the sofa with her favourite baby pink blanket covering her. She hadn't been able to get herself warm since coming back from finding Kyle's body. Noah had locked himself in his room and hadn't surfaced since, Lucinda was sure he was crying. 

"That's journalists for you." Lucinda commented sipping the warm goodness. Her mother groaned in disagreement, she wasn't a fan of journalists but Lucinda knew someone had to do the job. "Is Poppy not coming over today?" Penny asked keeping her gaze on the television. Lucinda hadn't even spoken to Poppy today and she knew she'd have heard about Kyle by now. 

"I should probably call her." Lucinda replied not answering her mothers question. She placed her mug gently on the dark oak coffee table and left her mom alone watching the news. She shuffled upstairs almost tripping on her blanket before she got to her bedroom. 

She shut the door softly behind her as she walked inside and picked up her phone from her bedside table. She had four missed calls and six text messages. Poppy definitely knew. She quickly clicked on Poppy's contact information to call her back, she picked up instantly.

"So you decide to answer me now." Poppy cried through the phone.

"Hello to you too." Lucinda smiled. "I'm guessing you've heard?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's on the news. How did you hear?" Poppy asked. Lucinda took a deep breath knowing she couldn't keep this secret from her friend but knowing she'd freak out. "Noah and I found the body." She heard Poppy gasp. She hated saying body as if it was just someone she didn't know. It was Kyle, the guy who'd sat next to her in second grade and pulled on her pigtails. 

"How?" Poppy asked. Lucinda sighed, "We were walking through the woods and Noah saw him first but didn't realise what it was till we got a closer look." Lucinda didn't tell her she was sick as soon as she saw him, she felt it was insensitive. She hadn't meant to throw up she just couldn't help it. It wasn't Kyle's fault.

"God, are you ok?" Poppy questioned but before Lucinda could reply she said, "scratch that of course you're not ok! Should I come over?"

"No, let's go out. I don't think I can stay couped up in this house forever. I need fresh air." Lucinda replied. Truth be told she'd only been home for half an hour but already felt claustrophobic. She was hoping  Poppy could distract her from the images of Kyle's dead body running through her mind. 

"Ok, meet me at Frank's in twenty minutes." Poppy said before hanging up on Lucinda. She threw her phone down on her bed sighing heavily. Luckily she hadn't changed into her pyjamas when she'd come home though it was tempting. 

She removed her blanket from around her and threw it on her bed. Picking up her phone she stuffed it into the back pocket of her jeans and walked over to her vanity desk. She reached underneath for her purse, pulled out the credit card her parents had given her and stuffed that into her pocket as well. 

- - - 

As Lucinda walked down the road towards Frank's Cafe she felt the wind rushing through her hair cooling her cheeks. She'd decided to keep on her thick cream jumper to shield herself from the cold breeze outside. It was definitely getting colder which was strange for September weather. Normal they had a few more weeks of summer sun before the Fall weather kicked in. 

She could see Poppy standing outside the green cafe in the distance and picked up her speed to meet her. Her friend looked worried and uncomfortable which was acceptable due to what had just been announced in town. She embraced Poppy in a tight hug and said, "hey." She wanted to ask her how she was but figured the answer was obvious.

"I can't shake this feeling that it wasn't an accident." Poppy said. Lucinda nodded, "me too." She had thought of nothing else since she'd found Kyle lying in the woods alone. It was too coincidental. 

"How did he look?" Poppy asked then thought better of it, "No, I don't want to know. I don't know why I asked." She looked sheepish. Poppy never did well with gore or horror films. Lucinda smiled and linked her arm with her friends. She wasn't sure she could keep down anything from Franks so decided to turn the other way and walk along the shop filled lane. 

Bishop's Green town was quaint with a few small independent shops and some bigger branded retail outlets. Though it was a small town it was filled with mostly the rich which meant shops like Gucci did well here. 

"You know there's this top in Ralph Lauren that I've been eyeing." Poppy said as they neared the small boutique. Lucinda smiled glad to have a distraction from any bad thoughts. Shopping was definitely a good distraction. 

The girls veered into the sweet smelling shop and Poppy instantly went to the left side where the top she longed for would be. It was gorgeous, Lucinda thought as she looked over the cute white lace blouse. It had three quarter length sleeves with a frilly lace collar and a small bow button on the back of the neck. It was Poppy's style. 

"It's cute." Lucinda commented lightly touching the thin material. It was sort of bohemian style which Poppy always managed to look great in though Lucinda could never have pulled it off. "You should get it." Lucinda told her friend smiling. "Of course I should. I don't know why it's taken me this long." Poppy laughed. Lucinda browsed the selection of knit jumpers that were in the sale though she knew she had similar ones at home. She just couldn't help herself. "Ooh I like." Poppy said as Lucinda held up a cream knit jumper with baby blue stitching. It was very cute but Lucinda put it back on the rack. "You don't like it?" Poppy asked eyes wide. Lucinda shook her head, "no it's nice." but she didn't pick it back up.

The girls perused the delicate collections and the petite section before Poppy finally paid for her new blouse. Lucinda hadn't found anything she really wanted and left the shop empty handed. 

"Ooh Gucci have a sale let's go there." Poppy noticed pulling her friend towards the designer store. As they hurried inside it seemed everyone else knew about the sale. The store was packed which wasn't a surprise for a normal Saturday afternoon but this wasn't a normal Saturday afternoon. Kyle, Lucinda suddenly remembered. 

Poppy ran off towards the dresses leaving Lucinda at the front of the store. She wasn't a dress kind of girl so Lucinda ventured off towards the tops and shirts. A black tailored shirt with gold buttons instantly caught her eye and she picked her size off the rail. It had full length sleeves with gold thread and two-hole buttons and a high silk collar. It was adorable. Lucinda walked over to the nearest mirror and held the shirt up against her. It wasn't her usual style but she liked the effortless chic look it had to it. 

"I know that fight." An unfamiliar voice spoke behind her. She quickly turned around to see Brad staring at her smirking. Up close Lucinda could see how truly gorgeous he was. Poppy's description was nothing compared to seeing him in real life. Lucinda was speechless and couldn't help herself from staring at the extremely attractive guy in front of her.

"The fight where you tell yourself you don't need it but you really want it." He finished nodding towards the shirt she was holding. Lucinda looked down at the shirt she held in her hand and then back up to Brad. She nodded smiling at him, "it's a fight I have too often." She joked.

Why is he just staring, she thought. Until she realised she was just staring back at him.

"You're Brad right?" She asked. He nodded silently. "Do you like it here?" Lucinda was desperate to know who this guy really was especially after he'd turned up at a crime scene looking very suspicious.

"It's ok I guess. Different from the big city." He replied. This time she merely nodded unsure of what else to say. "You should buy it." He told her smiling. "I will." Lucinda said knowing she'd had every intention to do so in the first place.

"Well I best go but it was nice to meet you Lucinda." He said before turning around and leaving. "Bye." Lucinda called after him before turning around to look at herself and the shirt in the mirror again.

Something itched in the back of her mind and as she stared at herself she watched her eyes widened as she realised what it was. She quickly turned back around as if he was still going to be there but he wasn't.

I never told him my name, she thought.

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