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The Silence
The horror, which would not end for another decade, that is if it did end, has begun the war between reality and what most see as nonexistent would be pushed and It all started on the fateful night of September 6th, 1984. With the dim headlight from an older model bike shining onto the empty streets of Anderwall Boston, it continued down Jean Street towards the traffic light which marked the intersection of Jean and Grace. All sides of the traffic lights were dark on this particular night in the fall of 1984 the houses along the road were dark and the residents not in sight.
There have been calm winds for 2 days now with light rain every once and a while. A young girl in blue shorts and a pastel green shirt biked peacefully on her way home from her Thursday night book club at her friend’s house. The girl in the blue shorts and green shirt was Margret Boyd. She was 10. Her Best friend Julie was older by 4 years known to most kids in Anderwall as Juels she was the one who helped Margre attach the headlight to her bike she said it was a safety precaution Juels would have assisted marge home that night from her house but she couldn’t because she was still recovering from a severe case of Bronchitis.
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Margret peacefully peddled her way down the street although she was a tad on edge she kept her composure. That was until a loud noise that would soon forever change the life of 10 year old Margaret Boyd. She looked to her right to the old Claverley forest a moment of hesitation could be seen on her face before she slowly made her way off of her bike and towards the forest where the sound was heard. She made it about 1 mile into the forest before deciding to turn back but as she turned around she was struck with the sudden feeling that she was being watched. She quickened her pace but it was almost as if she was going nowhere. She stopped in her tracks and looked around at her surroundings when she realized that she in fact had not gone anywhere at all. She then began to ponder what she was really up against but before she gave herself time to think she was struck with that same feeling, the one telling her to run and never stop and that is exactly what she did. Margret felt as though her lungs were going to give out. She stopped running and looked around, but before she could comprehend the world around her she was grabbed from behind. She never saw what her attacker looked like but she would never forget the feeling of complete and utter fear the last thing young Margaret Boyd would ever feel. The moments leading up to her last breath she felt complete silence and for once she was at peace no matter how she had gotten there, she knew it would be alright. In the end to this day, the disappearance of young Margaret Boyd is still a mystery to those who knew her.
“Margaret, I told you to get down here, our dinners are getting cold,” a woman yelled.
“Sorry, mom, guess I got caught up in my journal, I’m on my way,” Margret yelled from her position on her bed she carefully set down what she was doing before she made her way downstairs the mummers of her family could be heard from the dining room she took her place next to her sister.
But before she could even speak her mom looked at her and asked, “Don’t you ever talk about yourself anymore? It’s important, you don’t want the silence to consume you because once you do It’s hard to come back from there?”
Margret stared blankly at her mom before looking back down at her plate. What her mom didn’t know is that the silence was the only thing Margaret ever heard. Ava Schuman