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Erin Chagnon
English
Short Stories

For a long while now, X would continuously have the same dream about a dark tunnel with a few lamps lighting the way to the tunnel. Figuring it was just a dream, and it meant nothing more, she ignored it. Even though it crossed her mind every once awhile, it didn’t bother her until one day in her history class.

The normal day for X was going through. When she reached her history class they were discussing some historical sights in their town. As the teacher spoke of knowledge, the students were intrigued.
“In fact,” the teacher begun with another historical sight, “there is a graveyard here. We all know that. Well, if you continue to walk on the path for many yards, you’ll come up to a tunnel. On the left hand side, you’ll find yourself a small lit cavern. There is a marble stone placed in the middle of it. It is lit always at night by candles.” The teacher finished until a student at the far side of the room raised her hand.
Pointing at the student to signal for her to ask, “Mr. Spencer, isn’t there an urban legend?” Making her hand fall down to her lap gently she stared at the teacher questionably.
“Ah! Yes!” Mr. Spencer was about to tell the story until he picked on Rose again, “Rose, you seem to know the urban legend that goes to the sight, why don’t you tell it to us. Mind if you come up here?”
Nodding, she stood up, and weaved herself out of the column and to the front of the classroom. “It is said that ghosts haunt the area of the tomb. They scream and laugh and torture you. It is also told that if you enter the dark tunnel, you will find yourself to find what had happened and why.”

The school bell had rung after another class and study hall. Bolting out the door X ran to her usual spot where all her friends meet up. Dakota was the only one present so far. Dakota was laying against the inside of the tunnel, seemingly relaxed.
When X approached, Dakota’s ear twitched toward the unknown footsteps and opened her eyes immediately realizing it was X. Although, X didn’t give time for her friend to greet her, “Dakota! My dream! It’s true! It’s real!” Dakota was confused with what she meant.
“Hold it!” Stopping X was the beset way to find out what her friend was telling her. “What do you mean?” Dakota sat up interested as X sat by her.