This is a project of mine, a thriller based on real life experience. I’ve recently picked it up and adding some parts here and there.
Excerpt from the prologue:
“… chilled night air was refreshing and I was wide awake, lost in my thoughts, entertaining a series of flashbacks so vivid that I shuddered to the thought of it.
This tale happened on one of the many nights before tonight, exactly eight years ago, when I was a high school freshman…”
Part I
The air was chilly and the lamppost flickered. I watched with sleepy eyes as the bulb struggled to emit the yellow wash of light for a moment before it sputtered, and the light died off. Two rows ahead, another freshman stirred in her sleep, hugging herself even more tightly to ward off the coldness of the bare concrete and the merciless night air.
I should’ve slept, but I couldn’t, since lying on the floor was torturous. Every intake of breath caused me a coughing fit enough to wake the whole camp, and we had a morning drill tomorrow morning. Hence, I resorted in sitting upright. The night was silent but it was far from peaceful. I could sense that something was not right, but I wasn’t so sure. It was as if something was happening out there, on the other side of the unlocked wooden door. I had no idea how long I sat, but when I dozed off, it was an uneasy sleep.
I was awakened by the sound of activity around me. The sun had already risen, and the time for the morning had long passed. I was amazed and horrified at the same time. I was amazed for the fact that nobody pounded the wooden door to wake us up and horrified that we would be receiving punishment from the camp leader for being late. I woke up, prepared myself hastily, and joined my fellow freshmen on the field.
Once again, I was startled. The cocky camp leader was nowhere to be seen. The air was grim, as if something bad happened. Nobody spoke for a long, long time. Finally, the assistance camp leader arrived. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat nervously. And when she spoke, she spoke with a tone so grave that I was startled to the core. What came from her next was the least expected. Instead of barking the usual commands all she said was a sentence. Not exactly a sentence, but a question.
“Did anyone of you heard anything yesterday?”
