By Cara
As the principal went over some minor details, I glanced down at my watch. My dad should be here in about two hours. I couldn’t wait to see him. It had been so long. I remember I was just getting home from school. As I walked in the front door, I saw the luggage sitting my the door. My dad called to me and told me to come into the living room. When I walked in, I could tell something was not right. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me he and Mom were getting a divorce and he was moving out. I started crying hysterically and begged him not to go. He told me he and Mom would always love me, no matter what. I begged him to try and work things out with Mom, but he said they already tried and they couldn’t make it work. He kissed me goodbye, and he left. That was five months ago. He is now in Maine, and I’m going back with him in the morning for the first half of the summer.
Two o’clock, he should be at the house by now. As I raced home, mixed feelings ran through my head. What will it be like in Maine? Will it be fun? What will I do all month? What will the two of us do together? As I turned onto my clock, I saw his car at the house. Excitement rushed through me. Before I could even get out of the car, he was running out of the house towards me. After we talked for a while, the time came to go get ready for the graduation, which was at 4:30. I told him I would see him at the reception and I headed back to the school. As I sat there listening to our valedictorian speak, I realized how much I would miss my friends. I have lived in Virginia my entire life. I don’t know what it will be like in Maine. I was kind of scared, but also happy to be with my dad again. Just then, the principal started announcing our names to come across the stage and get our diplomas. After we had all walked through, he announced the class of 2004. I was finally done with high school.
After the reception was over, I went out one last time with my friends to say goodbye. In the morning, I would leave my home and friends in Virginia behind and head down the long, unfamiliar roads to Sunset Beach, Maine, which is right along the coast. I had no idea what to expect or what would be waiting for me in Sunset Beach.
After many long hours of driving, we arrived at Sunset Beach. From the moment I got into town, something didn’t feel right. As we pulled up to my new home, I happened to look at the neighbor’s house. As I looked at the front window, I saw the curtain fall shut. “Who is your neighbor, Dad?”
“A guy named Bill lived there, but he and his family moved out two days ago.” I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t I just see that curtain fall? Maybe I was just seeing things. Yes, it was just my imagination. After we moved my stuff into my room, I decided I would take a walk around to get a look at the town. It looked like a fairly wealthy town. Most of the houses were big and fancy with beautiful bright green yards. The giant, luscious trees towered over the rooftops. It seemed to be the perfect little town. The thing I noticed though was that everyone seemed very secluded. For as big a town as it was, there was hardly anyone out. However, the few that were out appeared to be very old. As I walked by them, they would completely stop whatever it was that they were doing and stare at me. They didn’t say hi, they didn’t smile, they just stared. I started to get very uncomfortable, so I headed back to the house.
When I returned home, Dad had gone out and gotten pizza for lunch. He told me there was this big annual carnival on the other side of town. After we finished eating, we decided to go to it. When we arrived, I understood why nobody was at their houses. I couldn’t believe how many people were here. Just as we were about to get on a ride, a man came up and wanted to talk to my dad. I told him to go ahead and I would just go ride some rides. As I was walking towards a ride, a guy came out of nowhere and plowed over me. As he apologized and reached to help me up, I got a very peculiar feeling. Out of politeness, I reached for his hand. When our hands touched, a shock was sent through me like a lightning bolt striking metal.
I suddenly began seeing what appeared to be visions. They were flashing through me so fast I couldn’t tell what they were. Then everything turned to slow motion and I saw things that could only be in the devil’s nightmare. Everything was so clear and real and vivid. I was seeing the vision through this guy’s eyes. Looking down I saw a woman probably in her late twenties. She had short blond bloodstained hair and bright green eyes filled with terror. She was pinned against a kind of red carpet by the male. He had a knife in his hand and all I remember is seeing the look or terror and pain in the woman’s eyes. I knew she was being murdered.
Then as quickly as the vision came, it was gone. What seemed like several minutes was really only a couple of seconds. I was back on my feet staring at the male that knocked me over. I didn’t know if this was the murderer, or why I had gotten the vision. I was so scared; all I could do was run. I ran until I came to a little tent. When I entered, there was an older lady probably mid to late fifties with long curly red hair. She was dressed in a long black cloak.
“Child, what is wrong?” She asked. I hadn’t the breath to answer. “Sit down child, sit down.” As I started to sit, she touched my arm to assist me. The moment she did, it seemed as though something flashed through her. I looked at her questionably.
“You are very special my child. You have a special gift. I feel it.”
“A gift? What do you mean? I don’t know what has happened,” I yelled.
“Don’t be scared, child. Tell me what you saw.”
“What I saw? But how do you…” It was then that I noticed she wasn’t an ordinary girl. The tent was lit with black light. Supernatural things like a crystal ball and tarot cards sat on the table. I then saw the sign by the entrance. It read, “Margery the Psychic.”
