“This way, this way,” Cade whispered. The kids rushed into sharper chills. Dim, dark orange lanterns spaced far apart swung slowly as they jogged down the winding tunnel.
“Did you see who it was?” asked Blake.
“No, it was too dark,” Cade answered. Neon green lights appeared near the end. They began to hear ghostly whispers. “Slow down, slow down,” Cade said to the other two behind him.
“What?” asked Drew.
“I said slow…” Cade turned back as Drew ran into him. “Down.”
“Oh, we’re getting close.” The kids crept toward the bend. They got down low and listened close. Blake peered around the corner. Three dark spirits stood among the green lights. One pointed ahead and whispered, “Wait for the signal, the distant relatively slow burning flame…”
Its time to check out the next suspect. We’re on number six of seven. There is no significance to the order of the suspects in these posts because they are being presented in alphabetical order by first name. Julie Cassher is one of the seven Cashes Dade Army Leads. One of them has to be the spy, because someone was seen by Cade and his friends, talking to the dark spirits in the tunnels, getting ready to give away Cashes Dade’s key secrets. They couldn’t be seen or heard clearly enough to be identified, but a dark orange star patch was seen on their shoulder marking them as one of the seven leads. We will have seen six of the suspects after this post, with only one more to be revealed. Leave a comment below if you think you know who it is already. But before we check out her profile and an intriguing story about her, it’s time to reveal the answer for the last mystery challenge. If you haven’t read the previous post called WHAT DOES CASEY CARDADE KNOW ABOUT THE ALIENS? check it out to see if you can solve the mystery for the post and perhaps even figure out the greater mystery of the alien fountain lights in Cashes Dade. Here is the answer: The key word in the prophecy was: determined
What are the dark spirits waiting for in the tunnel? Is the spy getting ready to reveal something important about the Cashes Dade underground? The aliens seem to be preparing something, something big…
Julie Cassher is tough and strong with short, smooth black hair.
She is kind of loud, active, and brutally honest.
She is really into puzzles and loves putting them together.
She is a loud and fast talker, constantly blurting out what’s on her mind.
She takes the sixth position in the formation for the army leads.
She is a really tough fighter. She’s great at working and leading through confusion.
Julie was a lead miner working for one of the top mining companies of Cashes Dade. She seems to have a great sense of direction in the deep dark. She dreams of making an unbelievable discovery.
The sound of Josiah Mardade’s young, sweet, energetic voice soared through the dark underground tunnel lit by small, dark orange lanterns. He sang a fast, rhythmic song to the pace of his swinging ax. Several weeks before the event of Bloody Friday, Todd Mardade’s 12 year old son, Josiah, was working in the mines with seven others led by Julie Cassher. Josiah has short, matted blonde hair and bright eyes. As he sang, bouncing along, Julie slowly paced back and forth checking the progress. Josiah’s song waves played through the tunnel, as well as up through the left side tunnel sloping high, twisting back and forth toward the upper mountain halls. His bright, energetic notes hit the pulsing dark orange lights, dancing in the glittering breeze. In a sudden chilling rush, all the lights blew out. They heard a loud crashing boom.
Julie lit up several small blue candles and sent a few miners to check the tunnel exit. The main tunnel was blocked. Frantic whispers played out. Distant ghostly whistles echoed through the lower tunnels. Julie called them all together, clapping and shouting impatiently.
“We’re going up the left tunnel. I’m going to go ahead on my own and explore the upper tunnels to find a safe way before we all get buried. Look for my dark blue light shining in the dark. Follow that.” Then she disappeared. Josiah sang a quiet, slow building, energetic song as they worked their way through the chilling dark. Their glittering blue lights pulsed to the fast rhythm of Josiah’s song, getting faster and faster. Ghostly whispers echoed back and forth in the higher tunnels when they saw the distant dark blue light, burning like a slow flame…
The final clues are Julie’s three best known quotes:
Several ghosts whispered in the gloomy dark. They were answered by another whisper, sounding human. Cade, Blake, and Drew jogged fast down the wide, dim underground tunnel lit by dingy dark orange lanterns swinging slowly back and forth. Several lights flickered in slow bouncing rhythm around the corner.
“Hurry, hurry,” Cade whispered. They pushed into the chilling air. Whispers echoed ahead of them.
“I can’t hear them,” said Drew. “Did you hear anything they said?”
“I think they’re asking how long you should wait to swim after you eat,” Cade answered as they moved around the corner.
“Ghosts can’t swim,” said Blake.
“Yeah they can,” said Drew, “they just…you know…” Blake and Cade glanced back at Drew curiously trying to interpret his awkward stretching moves. The tunnel came to an end, splitting out left and right. The kids stopped and gazed down both halls barely lit by a single row of dark orange lanterns. Deadly whispers played out from both directions.
“Which way?” asked Blake with his arms out wide.
“I’m not sure,” Cade answered. He gazed down the left tunnel where the ghostly whispers echoed out in a slow bouncing rhythm. Then he turned down the right tunnel where the ghostly whispers shot back and forth between the walls. They listened close in the chilling silence and began to hear the whispers more clearly:
“The signs are almost complete…”
Its time to check out the next suspect. We’re on number five of seven. If you haven’t already, take a look at the previous four Character Fun Facts Features. You can go to the page LIST OF POSTS and scroll down to see every feature discussing the suspects. It’s important to remember there is no significance to the order of the suspects in these posts because they are being presented in alphabetical order by first name. Jonathan Cayson is one of the seven Cashes Dade Army Leads. One of them has to be the spy, because someone was seen talking to the dark spirits in the tunnels, getting ready to give away Cashes Dade’s key secrets. They couldn’t be seen or heard clearly enough to be identified, but a dark orange star patch was seen on their shoulder marking them as one of the seven leads. We will have seen five of the suspects after this post, with two more to be revealed. Have we seen the spy already? Or is the spy yet to be revealed? Leave a comment below what you think so far. Tell us if you think one of the five suspects we’ve seen is the spy and why. Let’s check out his profile and an intriguing story about him to find out a key question; was the person the kids heard whispering in the tunnels Jonathan Cayson?
Jonathan Cayson is tall, thin, and strong with short, dark smooth hair. His face his completely smooth shaven.
He’s calm, quiet, smooth, and kind of secretive.
He likes mountain climbing, and loves to point to a distant peak and declare he will go there, and see everything for miles.
He talks calmly and quietly, but has a bright intensity.
He takes the fifth position in the formation for the army leads.
He’s good at scouting, seeing what the enemy is doing and reacting.
Jonathan owned the library in Cashes Dade. He dreamed about collecting the best and rarest books of the world, and loves to read and discover new ideas.
One night, well before the first alien attack on Cashes Dade, Cade and Blake went to a special game night at the library run by Jonathan. They gathered with the other kids in the grand castle reading room where shelves of books rose up high up terraced walls. The shelves stood on numerous levels like giant steps moving out further and further in wide circles. The massive room was dimly lit by a few single blue candle lights.
Jonathan stood on a high balcony under heavy shadow as the kids played the game trying to find a new book Jonathan claimed he had discovered. Three clusters of blue glowing candles cast a single glow over the balcony where Jonathan stood. They followed various clues hidden in the books. The clues were hints at various book titles to look for in the stacks. After awhile, Cade and Blake looked over the clues they had found to that point:
“The colours blend into one.”
“The citizens marched together for peace.”
“A recipe for cake.”
“Mary ran, John ran, Katie ran, they all ran.”
The kids looked them over for several long moments. Then Blake’s eyes lit up. “I got it!”
“Already?”
“It’s talking about the balcony where Jonathan is. The three lights are blending together making one light, see? All these clues are talking about coming together as one. Let’s go.”
“Race to the top.” The kids scrambled up the shelves. Blake bit his lower lip as Cade moved fast ahead, staring intensely.
“You know, we could have just taken the stairs.” Cade flashed him a puzzled look. “Yeah, you’re right. This makes much more sense.” Cade nodded and smiled. When they reached the top, they looked around in the still, bright glow and found a single book titled:
“Signs in the Dark”
The final clues are Jonathan’s three best known quotes:
Gold and red lit triangular crafts flooded the sky with brilliant flashing lights. Alien ships moved ahead in a cluster, blazing through the sky, with a sonic thundering pushing down on the Cashes Dade Army lined up in the hills. Then the alien ships suddenly spread out wide at an incredible speed. A crowd of citizens hurried across the wide field toward them. Several ships dropped down. That’s when Bennie Maysher led the charge to defend them and something mysterious happened that’s hard to explain… Its time to check out the next suspect. It’s important to remember there is no significance to the order of the suspects in these posts because they are being presented in alphabetical order by first name. Bennie Maysher is one of the seven Cashes Dade Army Leads. One of them has to be the spy, because someone was seen talking to the dark spirits in the tunnels, getting ready to give away key secrets. They couldn’t be seen or heard clearly enough to be identified, but a dark orange star patch was seen on their shoulder marking them as one of the seven leads. Do you think you can figure it out? Leave a comment below if you think you know whether Bennie Maysher is the spy. But before we check out his profile and an intriguing story about him, it’s time to reveal the answer for the last mystery challenge. If you haven’t read the previous post called WHAT’S HIDDEN IN BRENNAN’S PAINTING? check it out to see if you can solve the mystery for the post and perhaps even figure out the greater mystery of the alien fountain lights in Cashes Dade. Here is the answer: The key word in the prophecy was: aliens
Bennie Maysher is relatively short with rough, blonde hair. He’s always active, always moving, and quite impatient. He has a half-trimmed beard. He’s kind of odd, and always seems to be somewhat agitated, talking fast in short sentences. Bennie takes the second position in the formation for the army leads. He is a tough fighter who loves to charge out in battle. He is really good at overwhelming the enemy with power and speed. Bennie has always dreamed of being a great war hero, leading a great, legendary charge against all odds in battle. He is a master at riding horses and loves to challenge people to races. For him, the rougher the path, the better. He is really ambitious, always wanting to prove to others what a great rider and fighter he is. After seven protestors were shot dead by the aliens on what will be forever known in Cashes Dade as “Bloody Friday,” they declared war on the aliens. Brilliant lights of all colours shot out across the night sky in blazing streaks. The soldiers huddled down in their trench. The dark green grass and soggy soil lit up almost like during a bright sunny day in the spectacular lights. Bennie stared at the slowly approaching cluster of seven alien ships with a mixed look of awe and excitement. Their red and gold lights flashed in fast, rhythmic waves from the center ship out left and right through the other ships. The ground hummed in a low tone sounding close yet far away. In the distance an alien ship shot out a blue laser light striking the mountains with a brilliant flash. “They’re going to see them,” said a soldier to his left. “They’re getting ready to drop,” Bennie said in a low voice. At this time further back in the mountains, Cade, Blake, and Drew were traveling up the massively wide river with David and Callie on a small, dark boat. They could see the brilliant alien lights flashing across the dark water waves striking their boat hard from both sides. Dark spirits gathered at the far right bank. Cade pretended to try to take the oar away from Blake which was followed by fake crying. The kids spotted the dark spirits. Cade smiled, knowing they would never fall for their trap. Blake quietly drove the boat toward the left bank. From the shadows Cade waved goodbye to the ghosts waiting on the far side. Dark shadows stretched across the glittering waves. Whispers flew in the chilling dark as the dark spirits on the left coast waited for them to dock… After the ships dropped, Bennie in a sudden flash, grabbed a small flame shooter full of powder and jumped on his horse. He charged across the field. The seven hovering aliens ships glowed like burning red fires. The ground underneath hummed. They shot out a bright blue laser light from the center directly at him. He ducked out of the way slightly before it hit the ground. He charged ahead, watching the ships. At a rapid pace, from close and far away, the lasers shot out one after another in rapid succession. He shifted back right, before the next two lasers struck. He kept riding ahead as two more shot out at his left and right, followed by two more further to the left and right. Another one shot directly at him but he moved to the left just before it hit. Two more shot out as he moved back right. He kept dodging them, one after another, moving right before they hit or charging right between them. Then he held up his flame shooter, set the fire, and shot out the blazing dark orange light at the center ship where the fires exploded out, driving the ships back. Then he turned sharply and led the people across the field while the dark orange haze kept the ships back until the people were able to reach the underground. The soldiers couldn’t believe what they had seen. Was Bennie just lucky, or did he somehow know exactly how the aliens would fire on him? But how did he know?
The final clues are Bennie’s three best known quotes:
“I can’t stand the birds that never stop chirping.” “The battle belongs to the one willing to lead the final charge.” “Shoot first, and the rest will fall into place.”
Dead whispers flew through the chilling dark. Alien lights roamed through the maze of mountains, searching, looking for the people of Cashes Dade with their bright dazzling lights shining down from the sky. Their ships moved through the sky above the clouds carrying the sound of eerie whistling. But they weren’t just looking for the people of Cashes Dade, they were looking for the ghost strikers. Dark spirits raced through the mountains. They hurried across the slopes to where the dark orange light shone as a signal showing where to meet. But they weren’t the only ones going for it. Cade, Blake, and Drew were flying through the underground tunnels, trying to find their way through the maze, hoping to get there in time. The dark spirits hurried to meet the spy, the one who would tell them where the people were hiding so the aliens could finish Cashes Dade completely. Ghostly whispers echoed in the dark. Will the kids get there in time?
The next five Character Fun Facts posts will feature the Seven Army Leads of Cashes Dade. One of them is the spy. They will be presented in alphabetical order by first name. Each post will feature either one or two of them with various information and stories about them. Leave a comment below if you have a guess whether you think Austin might be the spy, or do you think it probably is someone else? Maybe you will know right away, or maybe you will need to see all seven army leads before you can decide who it is. Can you figure out which one is the spy?
Austin Camdade is relatively tall and strong. He is determined and has a quiet intensity about him. He always looks like he’s thinking hard about something. He has short, somewhat rough hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He talks pretty eloquently and smooth.
Austin takes the third position in the formation for the army leads. He is a strong leader who does a great job of explaining where the enemy is and how best to attack them by finding where they are vulnerable.
Austin has always dreamed of being a great explorer. He likes climbing mountains and trying to find new trails, new ways to get to the top. He wants to discover new places and new minerals that could give them stronger medicines and weapons to defeat the aliens. He has great ambition, and loves reaching the highest peaks.
One time before Cashes Dade went to war against the aliens, Austin Camdade was leading some kids on a mountain climb, including Cade and Blake. They were trying to climb a small, but relatively steep mountain to the northeast of Cashes Dade. Cade moved fast up the slick scree and heavy dirt, practically jumping up, sliding back, then jumping higher up. He turned back to Blake with a confident smile, and twisted expression showing some kind of judgment/curiosity. “What’s taking you so long?” “I’ll catch up,” said Blake, gasping for air. “Maybe when…” Cade took another long drink of water. “Your pack looks a lot lighter than mine.” “Oh I see. You think youuuu…” Cade slid back a ways before digging in deeper. “It’s cool,” he said with a nod to the other kids on both sides. “You’re just making excuses.” “You only packed a few waters again didn’t you?” Cade kind of shrugged as he worked his way up through the thick soil. “You’re going to run out again.” Cade shook his head as he took another long drink. “Yeah you are, look at you. We’re not even halfway. You do this every time. We’ll get close to the top and you’ll be looking like you’re dead and begging me for one of my waters.” “No way,” said Cade, taking another long drink. Blake just shook his head. “Unbelievable.” He gazed up the slope when Austin said, “We’re going to turn this way, cut through there to the top.” Several kids gasped as he pointed to the thick cluster of small trees with the green pointed, needle-like leaves. “No one’s ever tried this way before,” he added with a smile. “Yeah I wonder why,” Blake muttered under his breath. Cade got down low, almost sliding up the slope like a snake trying to shield himself from the sharp leaves. Blake gazed up at the dark blue, flat clouds streaming across the sky before pushing through, clearing a path as he went, looking angrier and angrier the closer they got to the top. Bright lightning splintered across the sky in the distance beyond the peak. Austin stayed focused on the rough rocky slope leading to the top. Cade struggled to follow Austin pushing his way through the thick forest toward the rocky peak. He took another long drink as they struggled up the final slope. Chilling winds brushed down slope, pushing them back momentarily. An eerie whistling rushed across the sky. Austin gazed up toward the peak saying, “We’re almost in the clear. Soon we’ll be standing at the top.” Cade jumped from rock to rock while Blake propelled himself over one after another until soon they both stood at the top, gazing at the awesome views on all sides. Blake turned around to see Cade drinking from another bottle. “That’s your last one isn’t it?” Smiling, Cade pulled two more full water bottles out of his backpack. Blake stared in shock before shaking his head as he turned back to look out across the vast landscape. But his shock turned into a knowing smile when he took a sideways glance and saw Cade secretly handing several kids a wod of money…
The final clues are Austin’s three best known quotes:
“Exploring new places is the greatest adventure you can have.” “The best way to answer your enemy is to fight.” “Just keep climbing, higher and higher, until you are standing tall at the top.”
Have you ever wished you could live in a place where it’s always Christmas? That’s what it’s like for the country of Carolmire far up north. For them, every month is Christmas season. They work really hard to get all the work done the aliens demand of them so in the last week of every month they stay mostly in their homes and celebrate Christmas all week long. But the people don’t live in this place by choice…
Have you ever been told you’re too loud or too energetic or too positive? That’s why these people were sent to the coldest place in DarkCorner Land. The aliens watch them, so they don’t escape, because they want them punished and separated from the rest of the world, but is that the real reason? There’s an intriguing mystery to be solved in this land. There is a mysterious lady singing, but no one can figure out where the music is coming from, and no one knows who’s singing. The aliens are trying to find the music, but it’s bizarre that they’re not using all the resources they have to find it. Can you solve the mystery? Check out the post coming up called: MYSTERY OF THE CAROLMIRE SECRET SINGER: PART ONE The aliens and dark spirits aren’t the only ones looking for her. Cade and Blake will be working in the shadows trying to track her down and figure out how her music is so elusive. But they are in danger of getting captured and suffering the same fate as the people of Carolmire, having to work long, tough nights in the dark, cold mines. They’re determined to outsmart them and find the singer. Get ready for an adventure. Can you figure out who the singer is?
Carolmire has a secret light that shines even in the deepest, coldest dark of the far north. No one understands how this light still shines, including the aliens. There is a prophecy that offers some clues to the mystery of who the secret singer is. Here is a description of the five ladies who could possibly be the one. One of them is definitely the secret singer. Check out their descriptions, then read the prophecy for clues. But you’ll probably have to go to Carolmire with Cade and Blake to see the clues really come to light…
Amy Carashine: She has long, shiny gold hair, with a bright face. She built a twisting slide with various lights that flash different colours as you pass through. It’s really fast. She’s always cheerful, whistling various Christmas songs at a really fast pace.
Annie Carabright: She has somewhat curly, brown hair with a mysterious, but hopeful face. She works at the music shop, always playing the piano and singing like an angel. She is always cleaning the lights, making them each shine with the same dazzling brightness.
Carol Coreshine: She has short dark hair and is quite stern. She can be pretty moody, you just never quite know what you’re going to get with her. She is crazy about lights. She makes all kinds of candles of all types, colours, and smells, and she is always adding more and more to the center park of Carolmire.
Cadie Corayhope: She has curly, dark hair and has a hopeful face. She pretty much sings as she talks. She works at the candy shop, and is always coming up with new, creative kinds of candy that she reveals by hiding them in the store and slowly lighting various parts of the store until people see it.
Mary Coralight: She has slick, black hair. She is really quiet and calm, but sings really strong. She works at the library. She’s either reading at her desk, or singing quietly in a high balcony, or just quietly walking up and down the rows.
CAROLMIRE LIGHTS PROPHECY
There is a dark secret, revealed by the two Look to the light that shines to see who The key will be to watch for when they meet Then you will see who’s singing, from the street The colours blend together in the dark night Only in the stillness can you take in the sight Lights blur past you in a brilliant haze They remind us of the glorious days We hear mysterious music coming from inside The lights shine so bright for them to hide A dark secret is hiding in the corner on the floor Follow the rhythmic lights to find the door Secrets hide deep in the pages of our dreams But the way through is by the reflection streams Deep in the pool the light shows bright Look up to see the one shining in the night
The last Christmas Cade spent with his parents, something mysterious happened. The night before Christmas he noticed two of the three bright gold candles they always placed at the top of the tree (by him finding some way to climb up and put them there) were missing. He didn’t think much about it at the time, and he’s regretted it ever since. Was it a warning? Did the two missing candles represent his two parents leaving him? Was it a test? Did he fail? Was he supposed to figure out the meaning? Was he supposed to ask them about it? Are they missing somewhere in his home? Do they hold some secret? What do you think? Do you think they were leaving some kind of clue for him? Leave a comment below. This is why Cade hates seeing Christmas trees, because he wonders, what did he miss?
You have to be careful if you are going to enter Cade’s home during the Christmas season. Cade doesn’t do well with fire, and he goes way overboard every Christmas setting up Christmas lights around the home and especially in his room. They don’t have electricity so they don’t have Christmas lights like we do, and oddly enough he would probably be better off with that because it wouldn’t involve fire, but they use different kinds of candles to light up for Christmas. Cade likes using green, blue, and red candles to give off bright glowing lights everywhere. The problem is, he puts them everywhere; on the shelves, windows, hanging from the ceiling, on the floor, even on his bed. Cade is pretty shaky when lighting them up, and usually drops the match every tenth candle or so. The good news is he does carry a spray can of water with him so he can put out the small fires he starts everywhere.
When Cade’s parents were still around they didn’t get into Christmas that much, but they let him put up the candles around the home as long as it didn’t get too crazy. He realized his mom didn’t like the lights too much because he kept seeing her blowing out a few candles in the midst of the bright colourful glow.
Cade likes Christmas and Christmas songs, but for some reason, and no one knows why, he hates any Christmas song with bells in it. He does the same thing every time. When the song starts, and bells start, he lets out a really long sigh, closes his eyes, and shakes his head. Then he kind of whispers to himself for awhile. It’s a mystery why he hates these songs. He just hates the sound of the bells, but no one knows why.
Every Christmas Eve Cade’s favorite tradition was climbing a small mountain outside the City of Dayces Cameron. From the top he could see the way the Christmas lights flicker and dance in the bright, hopeful music the citizens sing from their boats along the water channels reflecting the dancing lights that seem to form shapes of dancing citizens. It’s a tough climb, usually under heavy snow. Cade has a really complicated technique for climbing under such slippery conditions, this will be hard to understand, but here it is, in his own words: “Just go fast.” He then basically slides down the long twisted slope on the way down. He won’t be climbing this mountain this Christmas, because if he did, he would not see any lights or hear any music. All he would see is his city and home in complete ruins under silent darkness.
When Cade’s mom and dad were still around, they would take a walk into the city a week before Christmas for Cashes Dade’s early Christmas celebration. They have a bunch of small shops set up in the center of the city, which is set up with many small, narrow water channels cutting through the center court, as the people go through on small boats. The people sell all kinds of Christmas candy, cookies, and other Christmas themed gifts, and they sing Christmas songs which sometimes involve bells. Cade usually plays a game of hide and seek with the other kids, hopping from boat to boat, trying to hide in the craziest places. Usually his parents didn’t seem to pay much attention to it, but one time when he decided to hide on the roof of one of the shops, while lighting all the candles on the rooftop with an extra powder that made them really bright, and more likely to start a fire, his parents scolded him about hiding there. They told him, “Those lights were too bright…”
A ghost sang out a slow flowing melody with no words. His song was tragic, slowly rising, rising, then falling hard every time. Cade and Blake stared intently at the massive dark orange clock set high on the empty black wall. Brilliant gold lights danced across the surface in numerous directions. “We found it,” said Blake high-fiving Cade. “Yeah we did,” Cade answered, nodding rhythmically. “You seriously think we’re carrying that clock out of here?” “Not anymore,” Cade answered. “I didn’t know it was this big.” “You saw the picture?” “Well yeah, but, but, I’ve never seen a clock like this before. Clocks are supposed to be small.” The kids stood right under it, gazing up at the slow ticking clock with the second hand dragging around, making the only sound in the empty room. The distant ghostly singing echoed out in hidden halls. “How we going to reach it?” Cade looked around at the five rows of dusty desks spread across the gloomy classroom, then smiled. “Cool, let’s build.” Blake pushed the desks in from the left while Cade pushed them in from the right. Then, they began picking up the desks from the back, stacking them on top in the center, then another layer on top of that.
“One more?” asked Cade. Blake nodded as he dragged several desks from the third row over the jagged crack in the black marble floor handing them to Cade to complete the desk pyramid. The tragic singing grew more clear.
“You think it will…” Cade jumped up on the top desk. “Hold?” “What’s the worst that could happen?” Blake asked, before giving a shaky nod to the distant floor. Cade pulled at the clock hand slowly dragging by, but couldn’t hold it back. Then he touched the different numbers he could reach. Blake started looking behind it. Then he gestured at the large cracks in the wall running along the outer edges of the clock. “See Cade? No way we’re moving that thing out of here. It’s so heavy it’s practically bringing the wall down.”
Cade looked around at the half circular cracks in the wall surrounding the clock with fast rising anxiety. “Look, the hour hand isn’t moving,” said Cade. “The hour hand never moves, what you talking about?” asked Blake pointing to the dark orange glowing hand pointing out. “Yeah it does, you just can’t see it.” “Then how you know it’s not moving?” “I can tell,” said Cade, pulling at the hour hand. It began to turn. A loud, eerie whining started up, knocking the kids back. The tragic ghostly singing suddenly stopped cold. “What is that?” “I think this must be it, the key, the hour hand is the key,” Cade said excitedly, “the key to the treasure.” “There’s no treasure,” a quiet, solemn voice answered. The kids spun around to see a frail ghost lit up in a soft green haze. “I’ve been stuck here in this cold, empty underground classroom for years.” Cade and Blake exchanged anxious looks. “You see, when you become a ghost, you can find yourself in a cold, dark empty place that you can’t escape. Every day I just sit on the bare floor and stare at the cracks in the walls. I try to picture something cool happening, something I can remember, but I can’t see anything. All I see is the dark orange clock ticking, hour after hour goes by, and nothing changes, no one visits, and I have nowhere to go.” “We’re here now,” said Cade. “That’s right,” said Blake with an energetic smile. “There is a mystery,” the ghost continued, “some way out to a better place for me where I can be free, but I can’t figure it out.” “We can,” Cade answered confidently. “That’s why you invited us,” Blake added. “What are you talking about?” the ghost asked. “You invited us here,” said Cade, “that’s what the other ghost said, the one with the mop.” Eerie whining grew louder from the slow ticking clock. “I haven’t seen him in years. He never talks to me. How would I have invited you?” Cade pulled out a small black book and opened the page to the picture of the dark orange clock. Then the ghost pointed to a blacked out section in the center of the page. “See this? The one who invited you didn’t want you to see this.” “See what?” asked Blake. Then the ghost pointed to the old, worn out desk where writing in soft green glowing letters appeared:
Someday the students will be called by the clock To find the dingy classroom closed by a heavy lock The young student failed in the art school He tried too much, to make everyone else a fool But one day he will return, to finish what he begun He cannot escape, nor can anyone else, until it’s done The way through is revealed by the name Costaray Fight through the heavy confusion to see the way If you try to see the light all at once, you will fail Go through the center and you will prevail They all want to shine like a brilliant light Determination cutting through shows the way that’s right But the true light only shines in the dark night…
Eerie whining grew louder as Cade quickly wrote down the prophecy. Just then the ghostly singing started up again, echoing in a slow driving rhythm with a steady booming around the room. The kids turned to see the dark orange clock flashing to the rhythm. “You moved the hour hand,” the ghost answered quietly. “That’s why he invited you. He knew you would look for the secret in the clock.” “What is the secret?” asked Cade. “There’s a way to lock down the entire school. It was put in place so a dark enemy wouldn’t be able to enter, but no one can leave either, not even the ghosts. The ghost with the mop is the one who invited you here, because he doesn’t want to find a way out. The way the lockdown begins is by moving the hour hand.” A twisted-confused look came across Cade’s face. “It’s locked down now?” he asked. “It’s in the process, but it takes time,” the ghost answered. “Why did he need us?” asked Blake. “Because he’s a ghost, too weak to move it, but you can, and he knew kids like you would try it, to find the secret.” “He’s going to do everything he can to block your way.” “We need to get moving,” said Blake. “How much time until the lockdown is final?” asked Cade. “You have one hour.” The kids turned back to the prophecy, reading it over as the ghostly singing grew stronger around them. “There’s a way out in this room,” said Cade, talking fast. “What have…” He turned to the ghost but he was gone. Blake looked around at the empty dark room lit by the flashing dark orange. Then he moved over to the walls feeling the cracks. Cade started looking around the floor. Tragic singing rocked the walls. Blake glanced at the clock showing 11:10. “We have until midnight.” Cade started shaking. “What if we get trapped here? We’ll never…” “Cade, we’ll figure it out. Trust me.” Cade shook his head. With an intense gaze, Blake repeated, “Trust me. It’s us. We can find our way out of anything.” Cade slowly nodded. “Let’s go then.” The ghostly voice sang slower and slower, his voice slurring, the tragic flowing melody blurring together. Cade walked up and down the floor, staring close at the dark marble. Long dark shadows stretched away from the dark orange light from the Costaray Clock, flickering to the ghost song. He began crawling across the cold floor feeling the various cracks and scratches throughout. Blake started pounding at various points on the wall. Then he began launching himself at the wall. Cade turned and watched with a perplexed gaze. “This may be a dumb question, but…” “I’m just trying to find the trap door or whatever.” “Who says there’s a trap door?” “I didn’t say there was one…” “There probably isn’t.” “Well we have to try something.” Cade shrugged, then looked over the prophecy lines again. He read the lines, closes his eyes whispering to himself, then read them again. “It’s something about that clock, some message. It says the student tried too much, like that clock…” Cade stared at the clockface, shielding his eyes from the bright gold dancing lights. He shook his head with a blurred, slanting, falling expression that seemed to circle back around in an instant. “Determination cutting through shows the way…shows the way…” Cade shielded his eyes again, gazing at the hour hand barely moving, pointing out. Cade looked around the dark wall. “Wait a minute…” Then, he started crawling up the floor to the left of the long dark shadows stretching across the rugged crack in the floor, bouncing to the tragic song. Just then the lights went out. The ticking stopped, and the singing went quiet. “Blake, you there?” “Yeah.” Just then the sky appeared as flickering dark orange moonlight spilled through the rushing clouds. The kids looked around at the narrow valley between the mountains where the School of the Arts set nudged in the corner. The air remained completely still in the silence over the valley. “We did it!” said Cade, walking over to Blake. “We made it out.” “I don’t know what we did,” said Blake with a shrug. “I guess we’re that good.” “We made it out like that,” said Cade making a fast clapping motion. The kids started walking up the valley, celebrating. “I still don’t know what we did,” said Blake. “Yeah, that was easy.” “Too easy.” “Blake, hold up, hold up,” said Cade, taking the prophecy out of his pocket. He held it up under the passing moonlight. “Fight through the heavy confusion,” he added quietly. “We’re not out.” The kids looked around at the dreamy scene. “Get back to where we were standing.” Blake pulled out his pocketwatch as they made their way back to the field: 11:23. “What’s the clue about Costaray?” asked Cade. “It’s in the center,” said Blake. “Look, look, there’s the word, star, in the center.” “That must be the key. So we have it, look for the star. But there was no star, so…” Cade knelt down with eyes closed tight, whispering to himself. Blake read through the lines over and over again in the silent night. After several long minutes, Cade jumped back up. Blake looked at him with a questioning look. “I got nothing,” said Cade. “Look at this,” said Blake pointing to the last three lines. “I think this is it.” “The dark way.” “What does that have to do with a star?” “Stars only shine at night,” said Cade with a shrug. “I don’t see any stars, just the moon.” “What would be the dark way in the classroom? What shined like the moon?” “Maybe the clock, but those lights were so bright except…” “The hour hand. It was pointing to the numbers on the clock. Maybe there’s a hidden number to find,” said Blake. “Look for clues, things that look like the classroom,” said Cade. They looked around at the field under tall, wild grass. Flickering dark orange moonlight splashed through the rough dark clouds. The kids started pacing around the slow building slope. Long, flickering rays of moonlight stretched out across the field. “Blake, you remember the grass being this tall out here?” “No. Why?” “There has to be a reason, to confuse us…” “To hide the ground?” Blake asked. “It must be something on the ground, the floor.” He started crawling along the cold ground. Cade got down then said, “It looks and feels like the floor,” he said, moving his hand over the cold ground with various cracks running through. “It has to be in the floor then,” said Blake. “But there were no numbers on the floor were there? What else could the hour hand have been pointing to?”
“Something on the wall?”
“The cracks! It was pointing to the cracks.”
“It says go down the center,” said Cade. “There was a crack running down the center of the floor. I was close to it before this happened.” The kids worked their way into the long flickering dark orange shine. They crawled along until they felt a large crack in the ground running straight toward the moon. The two kids worked their way along the jagged groove until darkness fell over them. Tragic, ghostly singing began from the heavy dark center of the dark waves flowing out to the left and the right. Strong, dark orange light cut through the heavy dark waves, reaching out beyond the audience. A grand auditorium appeared, lit by bright flashing gold lights pulsating through doorways along the high rising walls and intense neon green candle clusters over the windows set over each balcony. Dark ghosts sat waiting in the shadows. Cade shot a mixed-half anxious expression at the seats each displaying a different green glowing ghostly face. “What we do now?” Blake whispered. “We find the way out of here,” answered Cade. Blake glanced at his pocketwatch: 11:41. “It better be fast.” Just then the ghost with the mop appeared in a high balcony over the stage, singing the tragic song ringing out across the entire auditorium. He reached up and pulled a rope. Cade watched as suddenly every light momentarily went out from the top, one by one, to the bottom. Just then blood red curtains flew in from both sides, flowing out to the left and the right across the stage, clashing at the center. “So what’s the way out?” asked Blake. Cade turned to him with eyes lit. “You already know. Let’s get there.” Just then green ghosts appeared at the ends of every aisle and across the stage. “They’re blocking our way to the stage,” Cade added. Blake crawled over the seat to the row below, with the back folding down over the chair. “How are we getting past them?” Cade asked, crawling over the seat to where Blake was. He shook his head. “Why aren’t they coming after us?” “They don’t want to close in too much and leave a space we can break through.” Cade started playing with the seats, flopping the back up and down. “Cade, this is no time for playing.” He sighed, looking at his pocketwatch: 11:47. Cade pushed it down, it came back up fast. He pushed it down harder, it came back up faster. Blake sighed again, shaking his head. Just then the ghosts began singing out the slow, tragic song, the eerie, twisted notes bouncing up and down, then falling swiftly in the dark orange flickering auditorium. Suddenly, the auditorium began slowly stretching out, further and further away. The kids turned to each other with panicked expressions. “What we do now?” asked Blake. “How we getting to the stage in time?” Cade started pushing the seat back up and down again. “Come on, Cade.” Cade looked up at the faint dark orange light, then slowly broke a smile. “Ready to go surfing?” “What?” Then Cade whispered to Blake. Blake smiled brightly. “Let’s move.” He glanced at his pocketwatch: 11:54. The ghosts sang louder and faster around them. “On three, one, two, THREE!” Cade turned the two seats in front of them, then they jumped down on the backs, sliding down as every chair down the row fell forward. The kids surfed fast down the slowly expanding rows toward the distant stage. Ghosts rushed down the side aisles toward the stage, gathering in a crowd. The sad ghost began singing in a really slow, slurred deep voice; “I’m never going home again.” “I’m never going home again.” “I’m never going home again.” “I’m never going home again.” “I’m never going home again.” “I’m never going home again.” “I’m never going home again.” Blake checked his pocketwatch: 11:57. The stage drew closer and closer. Just then ghosts rushed in from both sides down the final aisles. The kids jumped off. “Follow my lead,” said Cade who then dove down into the next aisle. He pushed several chairs down ahead, then waited. Blurry green ghosts closed in on all sides. Blake looked at him with raised eyes. Cade motioned for them to hold. Blake pointed to the time: 11:59. Cade silently counted; one, two, three. “NOW!” Cade and Blake exploded out to the left, pushing past the stunned ghosts. They circled around them, jumped up on stage, then sprinted for the break between the two red curtains. Darkness fell over them, then the valley appeared under dark orange moonlight, lighting up the old School of the Arts. “Are we really out?” asked Blake. Cade looked down at the short dark green grassy field and smiled. “We’re free.”
When you explore the gloomy valley on an October night, where the haunted School of the Arts still stands, a place Cade and Blake have been to several times before, because they were intrigued by the story of the Costaray Clock and it’s deep secret, or so they thought. But that’s not the real reason they ended up there. It wasn’t by chance they found the book that told of the secret of the Costaray Clock, haunted by the old ghost who can’t find his way out. They were invited, but it’s not exactly a friendly invitation. Will they figure out the secret, the real secret? Will they have what it takes to find their way out? Because some students never did. Even as you enter the valley, you might get lost in the deep underground classrooms…
The massive hidden clock ticks in a slow rhythm. The clock hand drags around and around, sounding like a groaning ghost, groaning because he can’t find his way out. Every tick strikes with a sharp cold chill entering in you. But the groaning just goes around and around in the empty, stretching dark. Every step you take in the never ending hallway made of black dusty marble barely lit by wide-spaced dark orange lit lanterns. The lights flicker to the rhythm of the clock ticking from all sides. Inside a classroom, several ghost students sit listening to the teacher, with a low voice, talking incredibly slowly, his words slurring together. The kids just sit there completely still, staring straight ahead with emtpy expressions. As he writes various math equations he keeps repeating the same phrase over and over in a deep, slow, slurring voice: “I’m never going home again.” “I’m never going home again.”
The lesson never ends. The students have to answer a complicated essay question. If they get it right, it might finally be time to move on to the next lesson, but it never is. There’s always another question. They can’t leave their desk. They can’t leave the classroom with bare, dingy walls barely lit by gloomy green lights, that slowly grow dim, then slowly grow bright, then slowly back to dim, over and over and over. There are no windows. There is some answer to the questions that can lead them to become free, but they can’t figure it out. That’s because it’s not really about the questions, it’s about why they are there in the first place…
The never-ending hallway runs between the rows of classrooms holding students prisoner. The only ghost you see in the hallway is the one who mops the floors. He mops in slow, sweeping strokes, moving slowly up the hall. He stops from time to time, to check his mopping, scanning the floor with his sunken, empty dark eyes. Usually, he goes back to re-mop the floor, with even slower strokes. Sometimes you can barely see him, in flickering green light. Sometimes he stops to listen to what’s happening in the classrooms. There’s a mysterious moment that happens every once in awhile, when he’s listening to one of the lessons, to the students’ response, in a critical lesson or project. He sets the mop to the side, and slowly claps quietly to himself, pacing, pacing, but with a faint smile that only lasts for a moment, then while still clapping, he has a sad, anxious look on his face, before quickly getting back to his mopping the glossy floor running directly down the center of the underground…
In another classroom, a lonely student sits in one of the desks. There’s no one else there, but him. He stares at the high grand stained-glass windows with pale shafts of light that fade quickly in the dark classroom. He reads the same book, over and over again, sometimes getting up to pace around the classroom. Sometimes he draws pictures on the board, but he keeps trying to make them better, adding more and more to them until it gets to be a big mess and he erases the entire picture in frustration. He paces around, glowing in a slow green fire. He has a sad, hopeless gaze that always looks down. He always goes back to that book, reading it, studying it, trying to find the answer. He just can’t figure it out. It’s a small, colourful book, that doesn’t seem to have much to it. But no one knows what’s in it, or why he studies it, but they know what he’s trying to figure out…
Gloomy shadows reach out like long, twisted fingers, as the lonely ghost groans on and on, going around and around in the dark orange dead light. The time never stops. The sad, quiet ghost creeps along the hallway. He stops and stares through the door, directly at the student, but he never says anything. Once in a while, the ghost students pass through the hall. The student calls out to them, talks to them, and asks them questions, but they never respond. Can they hear him? He’s not sure. He goes back to his study, trying to find the answer. He tries to figure out why that student was so popular. He wonders if there are any students who could ever help him figure out the mystery he can’t solve. Why didn’t they like him? Why didn’t he have any friends? What did he need to do? Why can’t they see him? Even when he was alive, he felt like a ghost…
Cade Mayson doesn’t get to plan the Cashes Dade school’s Halloween Party for the elementary students anymore. The aliens destroyed their school and the entire kingdom while the citizens are now hiding out in the mountains, but that has nothing to do with it. Cade was fired from the planning committee well before that because of his crazy ideas. Many of his crazy ideas were shot down in the meetings, but he still tried to work some of them in to the party. Here’s what happened:
Early on during the Halloween Party, the kids were hanging out, some dancing to the scary music playing from the band in the large auditorium of the school dimly lit by dark orange chandelier lights hanging from a high dome and along the circular walls. A cake was brought it, with glittering neon green-lit candles throughout, designed like a castle. At first, it looked like what they expected, until more candles lit up revealing a ridiculously tall cake rising well over 30 feet tall. Several kids gasped, while several others whispered, “Oh no.” The cake was supposed to be large, but not this large. It looked amazing, but it wasn’t supposed to be that tall, because it was leaning, and wobbling, as the students carrying it took one shaky step after another down the staircase trying to get the heavy cake to the stage, then it happened, but it didn’t fall, it got too close to one of the chandeliers and caught on fire.
If only that was the only thing that caught on fire that night. Cade had another idea. He wanted to conduct a scary light show. He had a small cannon that could shoot out a dark powder that would put lights out. His plan was to shoot at the high chandeliers and put out the high lights so it would get really dark, then he had these special candles he was going to light up and I guess dance around with them in the balconies. They leave streaks and impressions in the air so it can look cool. The problem was, Cade didn’t do much research about the powders when he bought it at the store, in fact he didn’t do any research. He doesn’t like research. He could have asked Ben Caldade, another student in the party planning who knew how they all worked and it might have worked out right, but he didn’t. He “thought” it was the right one. It wasn’t. It was an explosive powder. Luckily he missed the lights and it fell to the floor and hit with a bang, but shockingly he didn’t get that it was the wrong powder so he tried it several more times until he hit one of the lights. It exploded, fell to the floor, and started a small fire in the seats that had to be put out. You’d think that was the last time something would be caught on fire that night, but you’d be wrong…
One of Cade’s favorite things about Halloween is trying to scare people. Sometimes he tries to get a student to think they have to go to the school basement to get something. He’ll put out the lights and dress up as a ghost or some kind of zombie and creep up silently behind them, then just be standing there with a creepy smile on his face. Sometimes he just hides in the craziest places to jump out at just the right time. For this party though, he had a more elaborate plan, and of course, it involved fire.
For weeks Cade made his “ghost” at home. He tried to make it look as realistic as possible, whatever that means. He made sure no one would see it until that night. He hung it on a string from the balcony. Near midnight, he got ready to release it, but it couldn’t just fly across the auditorium, it needed to be on fire. So he lit it up and let it fly. The kids watched in disbelief, knowing who was behind this bizarre looking ghost on fire as it fell, and hit the seats, and started them on fire.
At midnight, Cade was with the other students in the auditorium, under close watch, when in a sudden chilling rush, all the lights went out. Loud, heavy ticking echoed throughout the auditorium, the ticking of a massive clock, ticking slowly, with the clock hand dragging, dragging around and around.
Some of the students looked at him in shocked, disbelief.
“You can’t blame this one on me,” he said gazing up curiously. The clock ticked on and on and on in the chilling dark waves through the silent auditorium carrying only the dead clicks and tragic dragging of the clock hand, going circling around and around, always missing what’s right there in front of them. Then a fiery green ghost appeared in the center aisle, holding a mop. He began mopping the floor in slow, dragging strokes. He had a rough face with sunken, dark eyes. All of the students moved back toward the wall, trying to hide in the shadows, except Cade. He just stood still, staring directly at the old ghost, swishing his mop slowly back and forth. After several long moments he looked up, gazing directly at Cade and said in a rough voice, “You don’t realize where you’re going. I know your fate. I know your fate.” “What…what are you talking about?” Cade barely got the words out. Struggling to meet his gaze he asked, “What is my fate?” “You’re looking at it…”
The minute hand ticked with a dead echo, the sound dying fast into the blood red night. Flickering red moonlight splashed over Cade’s short dark hair falling low over his intense gaze.
“You ready?” Cade asked.
“Let’s go,” Blake answered, running his hand through his short, choppy blonde hair. Cade slowly broke a smile as the two kids slowly opened the old, creaking gate, glowing like a soft orange fire. The dark orange lit up School of the Arts appeared ahead past the heavy, twisted gardens full of large green and blue leaves spiraled around. The second hand groaned slowly, echoing through the empty air, groaning slowly around and around as the two 12 year olds crept up the dark orange glowing brick path narrowly cutting through the garden.
Just then black figures flashed across the sky overhead. The kids ducked down, crawling ahead in the deep shadows. A chilling wind pushed down on them. The image of the dark orange clock appeared. The minute hand left a burning orange glow. The second hand blazed across the clock face with empty darkness between them. The ghost cried out across the sky. The kids looked up to find themselves inside the garden room of the school, locked inside.
The kids gazed up at the massively high marble black walls in the gigantic room, dimly lit by numerous dark orange candles hanging from the trees throughout the hall.
“How did we get in here?” Blake whispered. Cade just flashed him a wide-eyed, confused expression. The dead hands ticked on and on and on.
“Over here,” Cade whispered, ducking into a narrow, twisted path between dark twisted green trees called Deyvas. Chilling winds whistled through the glittering green leaves, barely lit by the dark orange candles hanging from the twisted branches curling around.
“What?” asked Blake.
“I said, ‘over here,'” answered Cade. The minute hand pounded against the wall on all sides, dying into the chilling silence.
“No, I heard that.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Because you said something after that.” The tragic groaning circled back around, never ending, never finding relief.
“Maybe I said something clever about the trees.”
“Did you?”
“I don’t know.” The deyvas closed in, falling down over the path ahead. “Back up slowly.”
“That’s what you said?”
“No, that’s what I’m saying now.” The distant ghost groaned through the massive dark chamber with the turning second hand.
“How do you not know what you said?”
“I don’t know. You remember everything you’ve ever said?”
“In the last thirty seconds? Yeah.” Dead whispers shot out from the high balconies holding more Deyvas, hanging far over the edge with long candles pulling them low over the black marble floor. “Did you hear that?”
“Yeah, it’s them,” Cade answered in a low voice. Heavy trees closed in. Candles lit up just ahead of them. The ghost cried out again in a voice searching in the dark. The kids found a narrow path cutting ahead where more whispers went back and forth. The clock groaned louder around them. Two long dark pools appeared ahead, reflecting the flickering candle lights with a single round table between them. The kids slowly crept ahead. Just then the dark orange clock appeared high above them.
“We found it,” said Blake as the kids gazed up at the clock groaning louder and louder around them. A chilling wind rushed down through the dark twisted gardens. Most of the candle lights went out. Whispers grew louder around them. The kids pushed ahead as the branches closed in.
“Stay focused on it,” said Cade, “stay focused on it.” The clock grew brighter and brighter, burning in a dark orange fire until all around them went completely dark.
“What’s going on?” Blake whispered.
“I’m not sure.” Just then eerie, sour sounding fiddle music started up around them with a cheerful but off-key melody. Green glowing ghosts began to appear, dancing in swift, sharp motions ahead of them, stretching far to the left and right seemingly endless. The kids backed up against the cold dark wall. The hidden clock ticked quietly with distant dead echoes. “I think we’re farther away.” Cade nodded strongly.
“Let’s get past them,” said Cade. The kids jogged along the wall, staring down at the designs of twisted ghostly faces, hiding from incredibly tall people looking down at them from high towers, gazing down from the balconies. Dark orange crystal chandeliers floated around in the murky dark air high above the dancing ghosts. Blake gazed out at the many complicated scenes of politcal debates and battles across the black marble floor barely lit by the dingy lights flickering to the fast, stumbling rhythm of the floating music. After several minutes the floor turned dark before complicated designs of dances and games spread out across the floor under the dancing ghosts.
A bright green ghost appeared suddenly directly ahead, mopping the floor. He held out his hand, letting go of the mop as it froze in place. His rugged face turned on them. The kids spun around and flew back down the wall.
“Should we cut across the floor?” whispered Blake.
“I’m not sure.” Cade glanced back. The old ghost started tapping his feet to the rhythm of the music and the mop fell back into his hands. Then he started gliding fast towards them.
“How are we getting away?”
“We have to disappear. Follow me.” Cade kept glancing at the dancing ghosts, moving in wide circles. “Now.” Blake slid across the floor as Cade disappeared. He turned right. Cade flew between two dancing circles. Blake sprinted after him, staying low to the slick floor. The kids took a sharp turn cutting between two more groups of dancing ghosts. “See?” Cade turned back momentarily, with a smile, “They’re too focused on their dance, as long as we don’t cut between them.” Blake glanced back at the empty darkness.
“He’s long gone,” he said, nodding rhythmically. The kids swerved to avoid another group then sprinted between several more groups before reaching the far wall. They turned around, leaning back against the cold wall, vibrating to the barely audible dead ticks of the distant clock. They could only see the dancing ghosts across the vast floor under the dingy floating shine. Just then the old ghost appeared again. The kids started to run, but he held out his right hand and they fell back against the wall.
“You can’t outrun me,” he said in a raspy voice as the kids struggled to move from the wall, but they were frozen in place. His eyes glowed in a dark, dead green stare.
“What do you want?” asked Cade.
“How are you going to find the Costaray Clock?”
“Who says we’re trying to?” asked Blake.
“That’s why everyone enters here, looking for the secret clock. Everyone enters this school with big dreams, but they all turn to nightmares.”
“Who are you?” asked Cade in a low voice.
“I was a janitor here when this school was open. I died 30 years ago. I’ve been here ever since. I have to clean this entire floor tonight. They demand that this floor shines under the lights for the party.” Blake and Cade exchanged highly anxious looks.
“You do realize you don’t have to do this anymore right?” asked Blake. “I mean, you’re dead.” Cade nudged him hard in his side. “What? He is,” Blake answered as he felt the clock’s dead ticking heavier and heavier behind the wall.
“I don’t have a choice,” the old ghost answered. “I can’t get any other job. They won’t let me leave, and I don’t know how to escape.”
“But you’re…”
“Life continues on after death, it’s just a lot…quieter. We continue as spirits. They told me I have to do this job while I’m here, and I just can’t leave, but I’m not sure why. I just can’t leave. Ghosts can get stuck in different places for years and years, maybe never escape.” His sad, empty eyes turned downward as he dragged the mop slowly across the floor.
“Is there a God? Have you seen Heaven or…?” asked Cade, shuffling his feet across the slick floor as the eerie, sour music continued around them.
“I don’t know if God or Heaven exists,” the ghost answered, leaning heavier on his mop. His dark eyes began to reflect a slow hand turning, circling slowly around and around. “We don’t know yet.” The dancing ghosts and the dingy lights turned to a murky, gloomy glow behind him. “But I wish I could leave, but I never could, watching the students building their projects, creating new dances, creating amazing designs, I always thought I could do something like that, but every time I got started, it just got too complicated, they never wanted it, it was never good enough, never good enough…”
“They’re gone now,” said Cade. “The students are gone.”
“No,” he answered, with a crooked smile, “some are still here, still trying to finish their projects, especially him.”
“Who?” asked Cade.
“The one who is stuck in the underground classroom where the Costaray Clock is. He was obsessed with it, couldn’t stop staring at it.”
“You mean the Costaray Clock ghost?” asked Blake. “He was a student here?”
“That’s right, and he’s been expecting you.”
“What do you mean?” asked Cade.
“Didn’t you realize the real reason you’re here? He invited you, and it’s time, time to meet him.” Cold darkness fell over them. They couldn’t see anything. The emptiness around them was silent until they heard it…
Dead, heavy ticking of a massive clock, with the clock hand groaning as it swung around and around and around, never ending, never reaching it’s destination, just circling around and around slowly in the empty cold darkness, where time never stops, and no one ever leaves…
