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CHAPTER 6
As Sasha and Mandy sat down in the library,
Indian-style on the floor, they browsed through a small stack of
yearbooks. For some of her years in high school, Betsy had
apparently missed the class photo sessions and was just listed
under “photo unavailable”.
“Okay, so I’ve got last year’s yearbook. I
don’t remember what her last name was.” Mandy said, flipping open
the book and shuffling through the pages.
“Frankle. I remember you reading it from the
news article online.” Sasha offered. Realization struck Mandy and
she nodded.
“Oh yea. Let me see...” Mandy started. She
shuffled through some more pages until she found what she was
looking for and stopped. “Here she is.”
“Woah.” Sasha said breathlessly, and her
heart raced.
“You recognize her?” Mandy asked.
“Totally.” Sasha said, a slight shiver
drawing up through her spine. “Even though the people I saw were
pretty faint, I remember the face. It was like she turned to look
at me. Almost straight through me.”
“So why do you think they were lost...or
looked lost?” Mandy inquired. Sasha just threw up her hands
lightly.
“I don’t know. Hell, I don’t even know if all
of them even disappeared from here. Some looked old. I’m not just
talking facial appearances. Their clothes looked old. Like they
were out of our time.”
“What do you mean, ‘out of our time’?” Mandy
wondered. Sometimes Sasha gave cryptic explanations.
“Like they were from the early 1900s.
Victorian-style clothes.” Sasha said in remembrance.
“That’s about when our school was built.
They’ve obviously added on since then. I know the attic would be at
least that old.” Mandy noted.
“It’s so weird. I wonder if they could see
me.” Sasha said, her mind foggy with all of the details of the past
few hours.
“Now I know why you wanted to sit up in the
front.” Mandy chuckled and Sasha turned to face her.
“With my back being that close to them,
that’s exactlty why I was up near the front.” Sasha
shuddered as Mandy laughed.
“You are like never near the front.”
Mandy said.
“Which is why Simon was surprised.” Sasha
recollected.
“Should we tell him?” Mandy asked
tentatively. She hung out with Simon a lot and she wasn’t very good
at keeping secrets, especially from her friends.
“No.” Sasha stated.
“What are you going to do then?” Mandy
wondered.
“I’m going to see what’s on the other side of
the door.” Sasha said, getting up off of the floor and taking some
of the yearbooks with her to put back. Mandy got up soon after.
“Alone?” Mandy asked, her face twisted in
puzzlement. Why would Sasha exclude her?
“I mean, you guys can come with if you want.
I’m not going to tell him about what I’ve seen. Like I said, I
don’t want to freak people out.” Sasha said as she inserted the
yearbooks back on the library shelf, making sure they were in the
right chronological order.
Sasha worked in a library the previous year
as her mom demanded she make some money to help with the bills. It
was boring work, but it did create a bit of OCD when it came to
visiting libraries. The Dewey Decimal System was a hard one to
forget and it did come in handy when she was looking for topics for
research projects as she could just buzz directly to the correct
section. Still, she was glad her mom let her quit once she got more
clients.
“It could just be nothing, right?” Mandy
inquired.
“Oh there is something going on, all right.
What that something is — totally beyond me.” Sasha told her
as she finished putting the last book into place.
“Then why do you want to open that door?”
Mandy asked as she leaned on a bookcase next to Sasha.
“I have to.” Sasha stated. “I have to find
out what’s going on. Why those people are drawn to the door. What
happened to them.”
Mandy was frusted at Sasha, as she didn’t
understand the connection between the attic and the door on the far
end.