Fiona "Blue" Shaefer's Blog
 

May 14, 2008
 
Okay, It's done. Following Doctor Churchill's orders, I recorded everything that happened to me last fall.

The full, uncensored, warts-and-all truth. All the crap Chip and I went through, all the horrible mistakes we made--how our ignorance raised a ghost and sent him on a wild rampage.

But no one will ever believe it. If my shrink ever saw the real journal, instead of the packet of boring lies I turned in, she'd have me committed for life.

And I wouldn't blame her. Who'd take such nonsense seriously?

So Chip and I have to keep the truth to ourselves. Or at least hide it away, as a work of fiction. Maybe a few people will read the "fiction" and realize the real warning and danger behind it. At least we can try.

Chip came up with the pseudonym, not to mention the added stroke of genius--making the author a middle-aged man.

A few months ago, I was a typical teenage girl.

Scratch that. Not so typical. An amazingly untypical "punk girl" poet-in-the-making. With dyed-blue hair to make sure you didn't miss me. Then Mom moved me to the creepy, crappy small town of Perionne, Indiana.

First day at school, I got into a fight. Got a reputation. Then I met Chip. Computer nerd. Normally what I'd call a loser, but he liked me, and I had no allies. And soon I liked him. A lot. Life was good.

But Chip had grown up in in this creepy town. And he knew things. And he shared his secrets with me. And what we did after that--changed everything.

Now that I've written it down, you'd think I'd feel better. Purged. But I don't. I still feel empty.

I still feel Haunted.

More to come.

Blue

Click here to read the first two chapters of Haunting Blue