Day 282

The three of them went around the old neighbourhood one last time.

It was due to be demolished in the next month or so and they were beginning to ramp up security.

Nobody had lived there for almost forty years, they claimed it was cursed and left.

The trio of teens had played there in secret when they were children and no harm had come.

They all thought the rest of the town were weird for thinking the place was haunted or whatever.

Shame it all had to go, they'd had a whole area of houses to explore!

For their final adventure there they decided to go swimming in the biggest pool they could find.

It was somewhere around the middle and they'd never actually been in it before.

There's a first time for everything though, both good and bad.

The pool was still full of water (rainwater they assumed) tinged a worrying shade of green.

Suddenly swimming there seemed nauseating - were those bubbles over there?

Their back-up plan had been to do a seance in the old town hall, it seemed better than the green pool.

The former town hall was ten or so minutes further into the old area but the route was scenic.

The houses had begun to collapse, some already had, and flowers sprung from every concrete crack.

So caught up in their revelry the three didn't notice their audience.

Every window had vague shapes floating around it, sometimes dashing out only to retreat sharply.

Who would notice these though, when they could instead laugh with their friends?

Perhaps they did notice and chose to play ignorant in the hopes of remaining safe... who can say?

What can be said is that they reached the town hall and at least began a seance.

They were found there eventually, cross-legged and holding hands too tightly to be separated.

 A ouija board lay in front of them, shattered and covered with blood from a woman long dead.

Forty years dead from the police records.