Creepy Chronicles of Colaiste Chiarain
A wonderful collection of stories, poems and art work from our students in Colaiste Chiarain.
A wonderful collection of stories, poems and art work from our students in Colaiste Chiarain.
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Rosssssss. Adam tries again.<br />
Nothing.<br />
Adam gets up and wakes Reginald. Together they follow Ross’s<br />
footsteps, through the dense forest. In their haste they forget to search<br />
for a flashlight.<br />
Returning the next morning, they break the bad news to a sleeping<br />
Alex. “He’s gone, we couldn’t find him”, they uttered frantically.<br />
Knocking down Mr. Wambleesha’s door, they stutter again “he’s gone”.<br />
Mr Wambleesha jumps from his bunk and dresses frantically as the<br />
boys sketch out the details.<br />
“Middle <strong>of</strong> the night, gone… we , tried, .. “<br />
“Slow down”, urges Mr. Wambleesha,, “none <strong>of</strong> you are making sense”.<br />
After what feels like hours but is only mere minutes, a search party is<br />
in action. The scouts gather and split into groups. Alex, Adam and<br />
Reginald are joined by Naila and Kidlat. They are directed to follow<br />
Ross’s footprints, which lead them to a small stream, near an open<br />
disclosure. After a few frantic minutes, Kidlat gasps “it’s a sock.. over<br />
there look!”. The gang look in the direction that Kidlat points and<br />
surely they see a bloodied sock, sock, perfectly intact.<br />
“He probably stumbled on a jagged branch”, Alex reassures.<br />
“Yea that’s it, we’re on to something, we’ll find him in no time” Adam<br />
<strong>of</strong>fers.<br />
As they walk a few more steps, a blood stained handprint marks a tree<br />
nearby. The group continue their search and are lead towards a rolling<br />
waterfall. Through the water gush, they notice Ross, on the far side,<br />
stretched on the ground with rope ties around his wrists and ankles.<br />
“I’ll cross to that side”, braves Naila. Entering the waterstream she<br />
slips awkwardly and splits her head <strong>of</strong>f a protruding rock. Within<br />
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