Mini Novel
Revised
UNfinished

PROLOUGE

Evelyn’s hands shook as she shoved the rest of her clothes into her backpack. She heard the click of the hall monitors shoes in the hallway. She switched off her light and zipped up the bag. Hastily she opened up the window and a cool spring breeze rolled in.

Evelyn swung out onto the fire escape and closed the window behind her. She dropped down on her hands and knees, the cold metal made her cringe.

The nightly patrol officer was nowhere in sight. She crawled down the first flight of stairs. She jumped to the ground below then raced across the courtyard. Her last obstacle, the wall. Large stonewalls about 10 feet high surrounded the schoolyard. It prevented anyone unwanted from coming in and getting out.

Evelyn had a plan of course. She heaved herself up into a large oak tree it grew over the wall no one ever noticed it.

She was close to the top when she found the sturdy branch that lead would remove her from the jail she had to call home since her dad split 2 years ago. Her mom sent her away because she couldn’t take care of her on her own. Evelyn had received the news that her mother had gotten married again and was coming to take her home. Evelyn didn’t know where home was anymore.

She slid off the branch landing heavily on sidewalk below. She picked herself up and took out the slip of paper her “pen friend” from the boys division had given her. She found the bus stop and waited.

Chapter 1

Evelyn dropped her stuff on the bench and slumped down next to it. This was ridiculous, she’d actually agreed to meet at the cemetery in the dead of night.

Evelyn saw a car pass she looked down at her watch. It was 1:52 am. Brandon said to be here at 2:00 she was early, as per usual. The dim streetlights flickered. A cold wind blew her dark brown hair. There was a howl from inside the cemetery. She didn't like the idea of living in catacombs but it beat living with stuck up, snotty rich girls.

Evelyn put her hands in her navy blue sweatshirt and closed her eyes. She heard the screech of a bus’ breaks. Someone emerged into the night. The doors closed and it drove away. The person headed her way.

"Brandon?" she whispered. She stood up and he stopped under a streetlight revealing his face. He was tall with broad shoulders. His dark brown hair was tossled. She hadn’t imagined him so, mature.

"I’m Evelyn and your…" she introduced her selfs.

"Brandon? The crazy one who convinced you to meet at a cemetery? Your literature “pen friend” ?” he said with a jokingly tone in his voice. She smiled a bit.

She walked with him over to the bench and she picked up her backpack.

"Where are we going anyway?” she asked slinging it over her shoulder.

"Well at school I did some research about the catacombs and people who were buried there. There aren't a lot of so-called 'spirits' but I've got a couple of choices." he pulled out a map. It had little xs and colorful circles. Evelyn recognized ponds and roads.

"Let’s go." she said. She saw a car coming down the road. They hopped over the fence and hid behind a grave. Evelyn saw a twisting road going up a hill. There were catacombs, grave stones, and clean cut grass everywhere.

They started up a hill. At the top was a big brick entrance sealed shut with huge rocks. The name carved into the stone was Anderson.

"How do we get in?" Evelyn traced the letter designs with her hand.

She couldn't fit her fingernail in the crack. Brandon held up some keys.

"This way." he place one in the a little keyhole in the bottom. Slowly the doors opened. She pulled out her flashlight. She shone it around in the little passage way. It had marks on the floor where there would have pushed in the tombs. There were cobwebs and dust everywhere. She saw something move.

She followed it with her flashlight.

"It’s just a rat!" Brandon chuckled.

Evelyn glared at him. She crawled thru. Brandon followed. She stopped.

"Why’d you stop?" he asked and sat down.

"We aren't supposed to be here. I don't want to get caught, close It." she looked past him and saw a car pull up at the gates.

"Quickly!" she shoved him.

He pulled it shut and locked it. She crawled two more feet and it opened up into a large room. There were other halls tall enough to walk thru leading away from the first room. Over each of them it was marked. 1, 2, 3, and two other blank ones. She heard Brandon stand up behind her.

"Wow."

"I know.” She pulled out a lantern and lit the candle. She Hung it on a nail poking out of some stone. Brandon lit his. The room was fully lit.

"We can't stay here. We have to use one of the other rooms" Brandon said, pulling his flashlight back out. Brandon took her hand and led her down the 5th passage. They reached the end. It was a big empty room that was covered in cobwebs, just like Brandon.

Evelyn looked at him and snickered hiding her laugh. He pulled a strand off his face. They lit three lanterns and hung them up.

"It’s a mess. Where will we sleep?" she asked.

"In our sleeping bags...for now."

Evelyn sighed. She plastered a big fake smile on her face.

Brandon saw her expression.

"I don't know! You still have your credit card right?"

"Yeah..."Evelyn searched her bag.

"Shoot!" she pulled out her purse and dumped it all over the floor.

Evelyn pulled out two pieces of the blue card. “Oops”

She pulled out a few towels she had swiped and she set them on the floor.

She unrolled her sleeping bag and pulled out a small pillow. She was tired and her extra large coffee was wearing off.

She saw Brandon had the same set up. Eve smiled goodnight and blew out her lantern. The first night, what in the world was she doing?

Chapter 2

The next morning when Evelyn woke up she was starved. She looked at her watch it was 6. Brandon was across the room snoring loudly. She got up and walked over to were he was. They were just friends, despite the fact he was a psycho nerd, who was kind of…KIND OF cute. She bent over him and shook him awake.

"Wha... Huh?" he sat up and looked around, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, Morning'!" he stretched, his muscular arms flexed. Eve found her self-staring for a moment, just ONE.

"I’m starved let's go eat,” she said sleepily.

“Sounds good... Uh you should change,” he said looking at her attire. She was in her dirty jeans and tank top.

"Right." she blushed rubbing her arms. She zipped open her bag and pulled out a green cami and a pair of new blue jeans. She slipped in her sleeping bag and changed.

Quietly she flded her dirty clothes and put them in a bag. She saw Brandon shuffling to change. While she waited she looked around at the ceiling.

She saw a handle. - A trap door! - She stood on an old crate and tugged at it. It came loose and dirt crumbled down from the ceiling. She placed an old empty box under it, stood back and yanked the trap door open. The dirt crumbled down into the box. Eve turned and saw Brandon.

"How should I do this?" she smiled. Leaning one hand on the wall keeping the door up. Brandon laughed She sneered.

"Well, we should keep that.” he said pointing to the box of dirt.

"Why?"Evelyn asked.

"Well, if a hole suddenly appeared in the ground, you might get suspicious."

"Right, whatever." Evelyn said feeling stupid.

She looked up thru the hole in the roof. The sky was cloudy and grey. She clutched Her umbrella.

Brandon helped her up thru. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her out. Then they rolled over and over in the cold grass laughing. Finally they stopped.

His light blue gaze was locked on her green eyes.

They stood up and dusted them selves off. It was kind of awkward. A few droplets of rain started and she popped open her umbrella. They walked down the little hill on to the path silently. Evelyn looked at the street the gates weren’t open. The police car was still there.

"Brandon." she gasped. The drivers eyes opened, the woman stared at them.

"Oh, god" he said and started running up the hill. The cop yelled something, and the car door slammed.

They couldn't go back to their hide out, but they couldn't stay in the open. They ran down the hill and saw lots of flags for veteran graves. There was tree-covered hilltop they had come down from a different way.

She heard the cop’s footsteps racing after them. Brandon closed the umbrella it was pouring and that was making them visible.

Evelyn looked back again the cop was a fuzzy blur. They ran into some muddy grass behind a grave, the cop ran on.

They shared a quick laugh before deciding to get out of the rain. They headed up the hill and saw a round mausoleum.

The door was blocked shut and the lock wouldn't give.

It had a basement and they saw there were side windows. One of them was broken it was just big enough for them to fit through. Brandon went first he swung himself down.

"Alright it's safe!" he said.

"Okay superman!” she said sarcastically and joined him. It was a round room with a staircase leading upward. There was a rock, which the person before them must have used to break the window. Brandon looked up at the stairs. The water was making a pool on the floor.

Evelyn took a step onto the stairs it let out a loud creak. Brandon stood behind her so he could catch her if she fell. She rolled her eyes.

She reached the fourth stair when there was a crack of lightning she shrieked and twisted around. Her shoe got stuck on the stair. Here was a crash. The stair spilt in half a big piece stuck in her leg.

Evelyn shrieked in pain. Brandon caught her in his arms, she fell hard and they went tumbling down the steps.

They landed in the water with a big SPLASH. The water was rising and Evelyn was all bloody. The blood spewed from her leg. She yanked out the giant splinter.

"Ahhh." she let out a quite scream. Blood tainted the water red. Brandon shook the water out of his ears and hair. He didn't have anything to bandage her with. He pulled off his Jacket and shivered. He was soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, clothes sticking to him.

Eve screamed there was so much blood, her hands turned crimson and she fainted.

Brandon had to get help, and the rain was coming down harder. Brandon carefully climbed the stairs and left Evelyn at the top. He ran back down and pulled himself out of the window. He was muddy wet and tired.

He ran down the hill yelling for help. The cop wouldn't help him. He jumped the fence and raced across the street to a pay telephone.

"Hello?" a man's voice answered.

"Hello, I'm at Higgins Cemetery there is a girl bleeding horribly in one of the mausoleums." he sped thru his words Evelyn needed help.

"Where do we meet you?" the man said, obviously writing it all down.

"At the front gate. Please hurry the basement is flooding!"

"Thank you we will be there soon."

Soon an ambulance was at the corner. A fire truck, a police car and the gatekeeper followed. The rain kept pouring.

"Brandon, right?" a man asked.

"Yes sir, um I can show you where to go."

"Thank you,” the man gave him a pat on the back and led him to the passenger seat of the truck.

The gates were open and the truck screamed thru the cemetery.

Evelyn awoke her she was completely soaked. She was lying at the top of the stairs. The water reached the top stair. She banged on the door.

"Help!” she cried banging on the big wood door.

"HELP ME!” she screamed. Brandon’s blood soaked jacket was dripping. She stood on her one good leg. She looked at the water, a rock was moving towards her under the water. Evelyn stared at it eyes wide.

"HELP ME!" she screamed eyes glued on the rock floating over the water. I moved close and closer. Until it was at her eye level.

All she could do was stare. She pushed herself against the door. The rock pulled back and struck her on the forehead. She fell into the water floating down, down, down.

Chapter 3

Evelyn awoke to see Brandon’s blue eyes.

"Wh-where am I?" she asked putting her had to her head.

"Evelyn" Brandon hugged her. She raised her bro

“We are at the hospital. You nearly drown and got hit on the head,” he said taking her hand, She stiffened.

“Oh right we were running from the cop. And I hurt my leg.” her head rocked back and fourth as she tried to remember.

"Evelyn your safe now" he rubbed her hand.

"EVELYN!" there was a shriek from the doorway. It was her mom...

“ I don't know why I ever sent you to that boarding school! I should have sent you to Fairmount instead!” her mom searched her eyes.

“Or do just want to come home?” she asked looking at her.

“Uh....” she hated “home” everything about it. And she did NOT want to go to another all girls’ boarding school. That's when she decided she'd have to escape.

“I'll take Fairmont!” she smiled sheepishly. She glanced at Brandon.

“Oh and who is this handsome young fellow?” her mom asked patting him on the cheek.

“I'm Brandon,” he said smiling at her.

“He was the one who uh...” she didn't want to tell her mom it was his idea to run away.

“I herd her scream and helped her to the hospital.” Brandon said he knew she didn't know what to say.

“Oh thank you!” her mom kissed him on the forehead. Then scavenged through her purse then pulled out her wallet.

“Here you go, for saving her.” she handed Brandon a hundred dollar bill. Brandon gaped at the money and Evelyn's eyes grew round.

“don’t worry, Sam is a VERY wealthy man. We have plenty to spare!” her mom hugged her.

“A limo will come buy to pick you up for Fairmont tomorrow. I have a show to get to! Hugs and kisses! Ciao!” she walked all model like out of the room.

“I've got to get out of here!” she was hyperventilating.

“It’s okay. Well find someone else to be you and we leave,” he sounded so sure of himself.

“What if we don't find someone?” she shrieked.

“We will, it's okay...” he patted her hand. He stepped out of the room. He was directed down the hall to the minor injuries section.

A half hour later he found someone that was Evelyn's age who broke a toe and was leaving tomorrow. She was given a name and an address for mail.

Her clothes she had finished knotting a bed sheet rope.

“What’s that for?” Brandon leaned in the door way.

“To escape, duh.” she didn't look up and put on her jacket.

“Well you have a jacket and they have a door. Let's go.” he laughed a bit. She rolled her eyes and tied her shoe.

She groaned and limped out the door. She pulled the jacket over her head. Brandon put his arm around her. She slumped over to look sick. She saw the girl lay down in her bed before she left.

After Brandon sighed her out as Delaney Harris, He thanked her and left.

Chapter 4

Brandon returned to Evelyn's room. She was sitting on the chair next to the bed. She was in

“So are we going back to the cemetery?” she asked standing up strait. Her head had fresh gauze and her leg was all bandaged up.

“Yeah, did you pack the stuff?” he asked looking at her bag.

“Yup I cleaned out the drawer.”

“Great. Let's get the bus.”

They sat together on a bench. She leaned against him felling tired. She felt his arm still around her and she closed her eyes feeling at ease.

A few minutes later the bus pulled up and they got on. Brandon paid the fee and the sat in one of the back rows. She leaned against the window watching scenery go by. She started to get a headache and looked around to see whom else was on.

There was a gothic looking girl with streaks of green hair listening to her iPod a few rows up.

There was an old African American lady asleep close to the front.

Then there was a guy with a tux looking down at his watch in the front. Otherwise it was empty.

She watched houses speed by and finally they arrived at the corner by the gate. They thanked the driver and got off.

"Now we have to get back to the catacombs.” he walked thru the gate full of good food, and happy, well Sort of.

They climbed down thru the trapdoor. The place was exactly how they left it. She sat on her sleeping bag and lit her lantern. Her watch read 4:36.

"Crap!" she said out loud.

"What" Brandon asked lighting his lantern.

"Well its almost 5!"

"Yeah, big whoop." Brandon shrugged and pulled out a book.

"Can we go do something?" she groaned looking at him.

"Not for a week till your leg is better. You still can’t walk on it.”

Evelyn sighed and remembered the rock.

“Brandon there was, well you know this?" she said placing her finger on her forehead.

"Yeah what about it?"

"Well I woke up when the water was really high and I woke up and no one was there, this rock floated above water and hit me in the head."

"I think you hit your head on the fall." Brandon said like she was a nut job.

Evelyn didnt like he wasn’t going to help. She was determined to find a way to get back there. She tried standing up, she just fell flat on her back.

...One week later...

Brandon was out getting groceries and doing the laundry and Evelyn was stuck in their hideout because he thought she couldn't walk. He was wrong. She had been training herself to walk for more than three days. She could even run and jump.

Evelyn discided it was time to go back to the mausoleum. She didn't know why Brandon all the sudden hated her. Either he was being protective or he was already sick of her.

Evelyn pulled Open the trap door and water spilled in the room.

"Crap." she muttered. She pulled on her raincoat and grabbed her umbrella. She pulled herself out and closed the door behind her. She pulled the box over the hole and walked down the hill. She walked past the veteran graves with flags and up another little hill. She saw the round mausoleum. It had weeds growing from the cracked roof and ivy intwined the barred door.

She pulled the keys she swiped from Brandon and unlocked the door.

She looked behind her to see if anyone was there.

The coast was clear. She pushed the door open and stepped in. Dusty footprints covered the floor.

Evelyn heard a noise and turned around. She saw a hand then everything went black.

Evelyn awoke and something smelled fowl. Every thing was dark. She banged on the smooth surface in front of her. She was lying down.

"HELLO?" she called.

"HELLO! Is there anyone out there?” she pushed really hard. She heard a shriek and sat bolt up right.

On the floor was a glittery blue figure with short hair and a soft face. Her outfit was odd. It had a big bow on her chest, a short blue skirt and a white half sleeve top. Evelyn looked at her and crawled out of the... Sarcophagus?!?

"EWWWW!" Evelyn tripped and fell on, well technically through the girl.

"Ha ha ha! That tickles!!!" the other girl giggled.

"AHHHHHH!" Evelyn scrambled to her feet and looked down at the other girl.

"Are you a... A..." Evelyn was lost for words.

"Ghost? Dead person? Yah." she stood up and straitened her skirt and bow.

Evelyn was still scared and yet very curious. She looked the girl up and down. About 14 like her. Why so young?

"When... When did you d...die?" Evelyn raised a brow.

"Well just 5 years ago. I was in a shooting."

"Wait so you don't age as a ghost?" Evelyn asked her curiously.

"No, Only if we chose to."

"Wow. Well what was 'the shooting'" Evelyn took a step closer.

"Well a bunch of guys came along when I was at school."

"Boarding school?" Evelyn smiled a little.

"Yes! I mean look what I have to where for the rest of my life!" she signaled at her odd attire.

"Oh wow. Uh so...What's your name?" Evelyn realizes that the girl didn't even know her name.

"I'm Marline." she gave a little smile.

"I'm Evelyn... Um whats the big idea with locking me up with Mr. Dead guy?" Evelyn pointed over her shoulder.

"I thought...well... I..."Marline stuttered

"Hey... Did you hit me with a rock?" Evelyn rubbed her head.

"Yeah... Sorry about that I thought you were...oh my god!"

Marline let out a shriek and pointed behind her. Evelyn twirled around and a corpse was sitting upright in the coffin. Its eye sockets were empty and head covered in brown stringy like hairs. The corpse had on a tuxedo with MANY moth holes. Evelyn's jaw dropped.

"Let's go!" marline grabbed Evelyn's wrist and ran out. Evelyn struggled to maintain her balance while running.

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