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Dartmouth Part Three: Weekend Out

Well I was finally about to experience the town that I lived in. I woke up at around nine that Saturday, ate a quick breakfast, and said by to my family before I went out. Sarah had said to meet her at the school, so I walked the short distance to it, and saw her standing next the the school's sign. I waved to her, and she waved back, so I ran up to meet her. "Hi", she said cheerfully. "Hey, so what are you going to show me today?", I asked. "Well I figured that I'd show you the places where everyone hangs out, then maybe you can tell me what you want to see. We can also get lunch, and if you want, I'll show you some of the creepy locations around town.", she replied. "Creepy?", I asked. "Yeah, it's an old town with a lot of history, and some of that history is kind of creepy.", she replied. "Like what?", I asked. She didn't respond for a second, then I heard her speak in that monotone voice, the same one from the phone. "Like the house with the lights in the windows", she said. "What did you say?", I asked, stunned from her answer. "I said, it's a surprise", she responded cheerfully again. What did I just hear? It must have been my imagination, that was the only logical answer. I knew I hadn't brought up the phone incident with her, so I must have imagined it.

We continued on into town quite normally. We had walked since it was a nice day, and we passed through more neighborhoods before arriving in the towns commercial area. She took me around and showed me the small shops that the town had. That was the nice thing about this small town, only a couple big chain stores, the rest were little independently run businesses. She took me first to a bookstore that was run by an old owl who was loosing a lot of color. He seemed like he had been someone important, like a professor at a university before he had become a simple bookstore owner. She then took me to the towns movie theater, which was surprising based on the size of the town. It was a small theater though, and didn't have many screens, so it was still better to make the drive to a larger town if you wanted to see a movie. She showed me where the Shaw's was and where the Wal-Mart was, in case I ever needed to do some shopping for myself.

Finally we got around to an arcade in the town. It was a popular place to hangout because it stayed open late, so no one cared if you were there. Finally she took me to a music store. "Well, do you like music?", she asked. "Yeah", I replied. "What kind of music?", she asked. "Mainly rock", I replied. "Classic, punk, or what?", she asked. "Depends on the artist", I said. "Well, do you like John Knowles?", she asked. "Yeah", I replied. "He's one of my favorites", she said. She then started looking through a bin of CDs, and I found a rack of classic vinyl records. I began flipping through the records until I found something good. A record from British metal band Anarchy. It was their hit Rioting and Looting the record that got them famous in the first place. Luckily I had enough to buy it, and after my purchase was complete, we went out and got subs at a local sandwich shop.

After lunch Sarah asked me if there was anything I wanted to see. I couldn't think of anything, so I just told her to show me the so-called creepy stuff. She took me to old churches, old buildings, a dilapidated old mill, and I was not creeped out at all. She finally said, "Creeped out yet?". At this point it was almost four in the afternoon, and I kind of wanted to make sure that my record was safe and sound back home. "Yeah", I said. "Well then it's time for the finishing touch", she said. Before I could respond she started walking towards the woods. I followed her, and walked through the woods with her until we arrived at a clearing where an old mansion stood. "Who owned it?", I asked. "Dunno, but I do know that it wasn't always a private residence", she replied. "What do you mean?", I asked. "Well, during the late 19th century, the state took control of it since it was abandoned and turned it into a mental institution", she replied. "Then what happened?", I asked. "I don't know that either. One day it was just abandoned, well at least that's what I've been told", she said, "Oh man, it's late, we should head back, and fast". We ran out of the forest, and up the streets until we got back to the school. I was out of breath, but I still asked, "Why the rush?". "Oh, I just had to be home before dinner, see you later", she replied as she left. I then headed home, and ate dinner with my family, and answered questions about how my day was. After dinner I want upstairs, and got out my record. I removed the record itself from the sleeve, and put it on the old record player I had. Just as I was about to put the needle in place, I noticed a slip of paper on the floor. I grabbed it and read what it said aloud, "What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the house". I through the note in the trash, and closed the blinds on my window before darkness fell. Oh great, more weird stuff.

End of Part Three