By: Genevieve Scholl

 

Hey readers! Sorry I did not get the conclusion done yet, but I have been so exhausted from my illness. So, here is the conclusion…

 

Even as I spoke the words, I realized that it was a lie. That explained why none of the other students had seen the eerie green glow and had passed right by me with no care in the world. I was dead, but how did I die? Why didn’t I remember dying?

The cute ghost spoke again, “I’m Brian by the way,” he said.

“I’m…” That was weird, I couldn’t remember my name.

“Oh no need to introduce yourself, Marlena, I know all who are enrolled in Dead GCC,” he said as if reading my mind.

Marlena… That’s right, my name was Marlena Stevens, but I still didn’t remember dying. I wondered if that was something that was intentional. Did I block out my death because I was too traumatized?

Again, as if reading my mind, Brian looked at me with sympathy in his pale dead eyes. “Do not worry, Marlena, the memory of your death will come back to you in time. Right now, you are just getting used to the dead-life.” He chuckled, as if this was an inside joke. “Let me show you around.”

As he did, I suddenly noticed my surroundings. We were standing in a room made of glass, or at least that’s how it looked, and I could see the students walking the halls or sitting in the classrooms of GCC- normal, not dead. I couldn’t believe how this was possible, as I watched a teacher write something on the whiteboard in the classroom to my left. There was no way the students couldn’t see us. I mean, we were standing right in front of them, weren’t we?

As we continued to walk I heard, “Now, can confessions alone be used to convict someone of a crime in court?” The familiar voice of my Criminal Procedure Law professor brought a small sense of sorrow. I actually missed my classes and the things that Professor Wickle was teaching me. Would I ever learn the ins and outs of Criminal Justice? Was there even a need for Criminal Justice after death?

I asked Brian. “Well, believe it or not, yes there is. You will continue with your studies here, and eventually become the security guard for our world. You will not only keep these jokers in line, but you will also be the guard of the entire death world. You will have to make sure that no Breathers find our world. If they do, they will instantly die, and that’s not what we want.”

Well, that explained a lot; not to mention, put a lot of pressure on me. How was I suppose to go about doing that? I was dead, it wasn’t like I could stop a human from doing something… Could I?

As Brian continued my tour, I noticed that there was nothing different about Dead GCC then regular GCC, except of course for the bleeding wounds and missing limbs of some of the students. I knew I could be happy here. I knew this was the place for me and the place for me to essentially start over. I might have been dead, but at least I was still attending GCC. A giggle escaped my throat when I thought about the things I could do dead. Would Kevin, my supervisor, like a short visit?…

 

Sorry for leaving the suspense, but it was a creepy SHORT story 🙂 Hope you all enjoyed learning about DEAD GCC and the students and professors you never knew existed…

 

I was about to walk away when the bricks started to move. I watched as each of the thirteen bricks separated and slid apart, revealing a small black door. Golden letters adorned the front, blazing a foreign language that I didn’t recognize, even though I was fluent in nineteen different dialects.

It was somehow inviting, but still I wasn’t sure what I should do. If this was a dream, nothing could hurt me, but if it was reality, was my curiosity worth the consequences? Slowly, I turned the knob and the door mysteriously expanded to the size of an average door. By this point, my hesitation had flown out the open window and I walked through the door.

“D-E-A-D-G-C-C,” I heard as soon as the door closed behind me. “D-E-A-D-G-C-C!”

Dead GCC? Now I was completely confused. GCC was the name of my college, but what did Dead GCC mean?

“Welcome to your death,” I heard from behind me. Scared out of my skin, I spun around to see who had said that, but there was no one there. “Hey! Up here!”

Looking up, I saw a man sitting above the door. Or at least, I thought he was sitting, until he floated down to “stand” in front of me. At closer inspection, I could see that the man had no feet and was actually a ghost. My insides froze, but strangely I wasn’t afraid. Actually, he was sort of cute… for a ghost. He had wavy brown hair and bright (or they would have been if he was alive) blue eyes. Still, his presence only confused me more.

“Death?” I asked. “But, I’m not dead.”

Dear Readers,

Unfortunately I am not feeling the best and can’t finish this short story today, but I promise it will be finished by tomorrow. Have a happy halloween!

Genevieve

By: Genevieve Scholl

Hey everyone! I wanted to do something special for Halloween, but since there really isn’t anything to do I decided to share with you a short story that I started writing today. I will give you the conclusion on Monday!

I sat in a dark and empty hallway, with only the gentle hum of the overhead lights to keep me company. The bright red EXIT sign at the end of the hallway offers escape, but inside I know it will only bring me freedom from the building; only to push me into the first fresh snowfall of the season. What I really want, what I really need, is an escape from everything. I crave an escape from everyday life and my boring existence. Freedom from the people whom surround me, from the textbooks that bind me, from the time that limits me, and from the clothes that cover me.

My. My, isn’t that a lovely word. Some me-time would be the perfect solution to my trapped feeling. A complete surrender to myself, allowing my body and mind to act independently from the rest of the world. Or perhaps I needed a new world…

Yes, a new world in which I can completely start my entire life over and avoid the mistakes I had made in this one. Except, realistically I knew that wasn’t possible. This world and this life were my only option and I would just have to suck it up and take it one day at a time.

As I continued to sit on the hard tile floor, by classroom B252, I started to drift to sleep… or at least I thought I had, but that was the only logical explanation for the strange green glow coming from the dull gray wall. Wasn’t it? As I watched, the glow spread between the spaces separating thirteen of the bricks. One of the classes down the hall ended and students started passing me in the hall, rushing like cars on a highway at rush hour, but no one seemed to notice the strange light. How can they not see it, I thought to myself as I continued to watch.

The hallway cleared of students once more and the glow grew brighter, intriguing my interest. I slid closer to the wall; trying to explain the occurence, and hoping I was just hallucinating, but there was no explanation readily available for it. Being excited by unexplained and odd phenomena since I was a young child, I lifted my hand to press it against the bricks. Based on the radiant glow I had been expecting heat, but the wall was surprisingly cool… Cold, even.

I tore my hand away and hesitated. Should I even have been touching the green glow? What if it was radioactive? The glow seemed to pulsate like it was welcoming me to touch again, but still I hesitated.

Look for the conclusion on Monday…