By Jodi Ho
Editor's Note: The writer is a Canadian student from the Toronto area.
OWEN's story is a sad one, but there may be more to it than you think.
He was a charming, sweet boy with sparkling, sapphire-blue eyes and golden-blond, wavy hair. Not only that, but he was one of the smartest students at school.
No wonder most of the girls loved him! Still, he wanted no special relationship with anyone. One by one, he turned down the girls, and their love for him changed into bitter desires for revenge. The girls started to bully him, first teasing and then chasing him everywhere. When last seen, he ran from a group of them towards the rapids.
Days later, Owen's battered, bloodied corpse washed up on the shore of Lake Ontario. His ripped clothes were stained crimson. His face, frozen in a look of absolute horror, had cuts as long as rulers and bruises the size of apples.
Police arrested some of the girls for accidental murder because a man walking past had seen them shove Owen near the rapids. Later they were released for lack of more evidence. They thought the episode had ended, that they had gotten away with something, but they were wrong.
Months later, the same girls visited the rapids on a camping trip. Along the way, they heard a soft, bone-chilling whisper, “Join me. Come take a swim.” Bravely, they laughed and continued.
That night, they heard the voice again. This time it sounded too sweet and mesmerizing to resist. Just one girl, Jenn Rinster, decided to stay in the tent as the rest emerged.
A pale boy stood by the rapids and gestured for them to come closer. They obeyed. He looked so badly in need of friends.
The boy spoke about how girls always had chased him and how he hated them. Dazzled by his good looks, these girls took no heed of what he said.
With clean skin, golden hair and mesmerizing eyes, he somehow appeared familiar. By the time they recognized him, it was too late.
Suddenly, he lashed out, shoving the girls. His handsome features turned gruesome. His eyes raged red, and his lips curled in delight. Blood-spatters flecked his pale skin.
Relentlessly, he dragged the girls to the rapids. In anguish, they screamed and tried to fight back, but futilely.
He laughed as his fingernails dug into their skin. Viciously, he kicked them until blood soaked them. Repeatedly, he said, “You did this to me. Now it's your turn!”
Struggling, one girl crawled away and stumbled back to the tent where Jenn hid. She tried to yell a warning, but could say only “He's back for revenge!”
Merciless, the boy grabbed her again, dragging her back. Fear filled her eyes as he picked her up and threw her into the rapids.
One after another, he did the same to the other girls. Terrified screams echoed as the powerful waters swept them away to sure deaths.
Peeking through a tiny hole in the tent, Jenn whimpered, fearing he'd find her. Then quietly, she left the tent and ran, almost reaching the city before the voice, sounding close behind, said, “Don't run. Come join me and your friends.”
Jenn refused to stop. Finally, she arrived at the police station, but no one there believed her story. Instead they sent her to the Hospital of Mental Injuries for therapy. There, unable to eat or sleep, she constantly repeated, “It was him. He's back.”
Several days later, she died, mysteriously whacked by a chair. At her funeral, people noticed a pale boy and thought they heard him mutter, “I'm not finished. All girls must die.”
Then he vanished with an eerie, cackling noise. A blood-like smell wafted among the mourners.
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