The Baxter Twins (chapters 1-4) - Ryan Harris (the beach read .TXT) 📗
- Author: Ryan Harris
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a sense of adventure in side them witch made them want to see and find out more.
They silently creped down the hall way down some old hidden stairs and in to an old art room which they had never seen before, “It’s so dark in here!” murmured Tom “I think that I found the light switch!” Replied Courtney, with a loud creaking noise Courtney pulled up a giant light which made the lights flicker on and of rapidly. Soon they set and what they could see shocked the Baxter twins and they will never, never want to see it again, it was a ghostly figure of a janitor, standing, pale and stood proud and looked as if he was a statue before their very eyes. The ghostly figure slowly pointed at a metal pole coming out of the ground then vanished. This sent the Twins running and silently screaming back to their room.
Once inside they locked it as fast as they could and ran to bed trying to stay awake as in case the ghost, spirit or demon comes back. They forgot to even get change or even brush their teeth the next morning, but they both decided, that early in the morning they were going to tell the head teacher and if he does not believe them, they might break their fear of never going to see the ghost again and try and video record the ghost with a camera they took from home which was inside the suit case with their belongings. There was so much rush or excitement and fear inside them they had a brainstorm of ideas they felt like doing but just didn’t know how with all the fear taking over him, he wanted to tell someone, someone like Marcus.
They could hear other people next door waking up so the Baxter twins got changed into their school uniform, a tie a smart looking blazer and some black trousers. They ran out of their room and past the hallway (which was full of teachers and pupils) then into the main office once again with the thick brown paint on the walls and up to the brown old oak desk just as they saw it yesterday, Courtney rang the bell at the desk and Miss Thorn came, “Hello again” she said silently “you’re up and ready early today, how may I help?” she claimed, “We would like to see Mr. Freelance please” Replied Courtney, “sure” “Mr. Freelance” she said as loud as she could but we know that was not very loud at all.
Mr. Freelance entered the room and told the twins to meet him in the office. So the twins slowly walked past Miss Thorn and into his office wondering what to say and then saw the magnificent leather chair and the unique collection of model air planes. “Sir” asked Tom “Yes” He answered, “we have something to tell you, you might think that it is a little bit crazy but it is 100% the truth!” Cried Tom “Ok then spit it out I don’t have all day!” “We saw a ghost, of a school of a Janitor.” Shrieked Courtney, then suddenly “Ha ha ha! That’s preposterous!” “They felt stupid and left the room still hearing the Head teacher laughing. “Let’s go and get the camera ready for tonight to capture this ghost once and for all!” Said Tom. “Hold on” said Mr Freelance, “your serious right?”
Yes of course we are” replied Courtney. “There are no such things as ghosts!” “Is there?” asked Mr Freelance. Looking puzzled the Twins answered “We did see him, well at least we think we did?”
“Miss Thorn! Tell the cafeteria to change to food I think there’s something in it” he shouted still laughing, he walked back to his room and closed his door and they could hear him say “Ghosts, in my school? I don’t think so, ha-ha!”
They started to walk towards their first lesson science in room 1 as it was a Tuesday, once again they met with Mr Clams and learned about more acids and not safety rules but alcohols and how they are bad and what chemicals are in what type of alcohols. They met up with Marcus at the end of the lesson and told him all about their experience last night. “Wow” he stated “Do you believe us?” Asked Tom, “Of course I do, can I come, when are you going to go again?” asked Marcus excitedly. “We are going to go back tonight” said Courtney “you can come to, our room is corridor 3 number 11 be there at dead of midnight” said Courtney, in anticipation.
“I can’t wait to come!” said Marcus and he walked away. Their lessons where normal as usual drama next, then break and French with Mr Harris which was always enjoyable due to the kind heartiness of the teacher, Courtney came so close to telling him about what had happened but decided to keep it a secret from now on, until they had proof they didn’t want everyone in the school thinking their nutcases.
Marcus was beginning to be a very good friend, trustworthy and reliable; he was like the third musketeer or the third blind mice to the twin’s crew, all they needed now was a nice Betty and a nice Mrs Dawn but they knew this would never happen. When the day was over they all walked to the dorms corridor together crossing the small patch of grass and walking on the pathway to the doors that guarded the hallways. “What room are you in Marcus?” asked Tom. “Corridor 3 room 1” that was down the far end and round the corner of the Twins room, because the numbers start at the bottom of the hall and work their way up which the twins found very unusual.
Although it would make it easier that he wouldn’t have to walk so far to get to the twins room tonight, Marcus was in the same year as the twins so Courtney and Tom both agreed that the corridors may be sorted by year groups, so they would be in year 8. “Catch you later” said Marcus as he walked off into the 3rd corridor ahead of the twins. “I can’t believe it” Said Courtney, “What?” wondered Tom “We have a friend!”
Time went fast tonight as the anticipation to meet Marcus kept them awake from getting any sleep, although they tried every time they couldn’t. It reached 11.55 pm and the Baxter Twins set up their camera and where ready to go find the strange identity that was lurking in the hall ways and abundant art room.
“Courtney, what we saw yesterday do you remember what the ghost pointed to?” Tom asked “Well didn’t it point to a metal poll? Sticking out of the ground? But that doesn’t mean anything?” they didn’t say anything to each other for the next five minutes until Marcus broke the silence with a small knock on the door. “It’s open” whispered Tom and Marcus walked in.
“Hey guys” said Marcus, in a cautious tone as he closed the door behind him. “So are you ready to catch this ghost?” said Marcus. “Well I hope we do” replied Tom, “yea it better not be a waste of time, I haven’t had a decent sleep in days!” replied Courtney, they gathered their equipment which was: A Torch, a camera, a packet of biscuits which they got from the canteen that lunch and a note bad and a pencil (in case they need to write anything or document any findings) They were all set and ready to go.
They left their room quietly and tip toed once again down the hall and out of the doors, over the patch of grass and walked along the pathway leading to a main building of the school, there was a smell of chips in the air as they past the canteen presumably from that days lunch, and thats when the fog came in. A strong thick greyish fog spread from out of the corner of the hallway and was directly the way they came, Marcus was close behind, feeling comforted by having a friend near them, they ventured forward into the deep mist until they were out of site from the naked eye. “I can’t see a thing!” exclaimed Tom, “Me neither!” agreed Courtney, “Marcus? Are you there? Marcus? Start filming!” demanded Courtney “Why did we give him the camera!” Argued Tom, Ignoring him Courtney shouted “Marcus!” but shore enough they found them self’s standing face to face with a ghostly figure of a Janitor, his coldness spread as fast as the mist disappeared and the coldness froze them in place, they could feel their lips turning to rock and their ears turn to ice, with a loud scream the Ghost vanished pointing at the stairs leading to the basement to the abundant art room, within a matter of seconds they heard footsteps from all around them and found themselves standing in the middle of Mss Thorn and Mr Freelance along with some other teachers all wearing their pyjamas and night robes, who they didn’t know standing around them completely puzzled.
“Oh what reason do you think you should be wondering around at midnight?” shouted Mr Freelance, they could hear Mss Thorn shout (or attempt to shout with her tiny voice)” We know your new but you should know better than to walk around at night time” followed by a sound of agreement from the people around them. “Marcus where is Marcus?” shouted Courtney, “Marcus?” Asked the teachers “Marcus Goth” “Our friend he has been going to this school since year 7!” explained Tom, “what on earth are you talking about dear boy, there is no one in this school named Marcus Goth, nor has there ever been!” Claimed Mr Freelance. “Yes there is he was hear a second ago, and we saw the ghost we tried to tell you about sir!” The twins tried to explain. “Don’t be so foolish! There is no one of that name now of the bed, and detention for both of you, tomorrow!” Bellowed Mr Freelance. Agreeing defeat the twins walked back, without their camera, without their proof, without their Marcus.
Shore enough news travels fast about how the freaky twins go round school looking for ghosts and pretending to lose “Imaginary friends” so they called it, but they knew that Marcus was real and they were going to prove it.
Chapter four
Marcus who? Imprint
They silently creped down the hall way down some old hidden stairs and in to an old art room which they had never seen before, “It’s so dark in here!” murmured Tom “I think that I found the light switch!” Replied Courtney, with a loud creaking noise Courtney pulled up a giant light which made the lights flicker on and of rapidly. Soon they set and what they could see shocked the Baxter twins and they will never, never want to see it again, it was a ghostly figure of a janitor, standing, pale and stood proud and looked as if he was a statue before their very eyes. The ghostly figure slowly pointed at a metal pole coming out of the ground then vanished. This sent the Twins running and silently screaming back to their room.
Once inside they locked it as fast as they could and ran to bed trying to stay awake as in case the ghost, spirit or demon comes back. They forgot to even get change or even brush their teeth the next morning, but they both decided, that early in the morning they were going to tell the head teacher and if he does not believe them, they might break their fear of never going to see the ghost again and try and video record the ghost with a camera they took from home which was inside the suit case with their belongings. There was so much rush or excitement and fear inside them they had a brainstorm of ideas they felt like doing but just didn’t know how with all the fear taking over him, he wanted to tell someone, someone like Marcus.
They could hear other people next door waking up so the Baxter twins got changed into their school uniform, a tie a smart looking blazer and some black trousers. They ran out of their room and past the hallway (which was full of teachers and pupils) then into the main office once again with the thick brown paint on the walls and up to the brown old oak desk just as they saw it yesterday, Courtney rang the bell at the desk and Miss Thorn came, “Hello again” she said silently “you’re up and ready early today, how may I help?” she claimed, “We would like to see Mr. Freelance please” Replied Courtney, “sure” “Mr. Freelance” she said as loud as she could but we know that was not very loud at all.
Mr. Freelance entered the room and told the twins to meet him in the office. So the twins slowly walked past Miss Thorn and into his office wondering what to say and then saw the magnificent leather chair and the unique collection of model air planes. “Sir” asked Tom “Yes” He answered, “we have something to tell you, you might think that it is a little bit crazy but it is 100% the truth!” Cried Tom “Ok then spit it out I don’t have all day!” “We saw a ghost, of a school of a Janitor.” Shrieked Courtney, then suddenly “Ha ha ha! That’s preposterous!” “They felt stupid and left the room still hearing the Head teacher laughing. “Let’s go and get the camera ready for tonight to capture this ghost once and for all!” Said Tom. “Hold on” said Mr Freelance, “your serious right?”
Yes of course we are” replied Courtney. “There are no such things as ghosts!” “Is there?” asked Mr Freelance. Looking puzzled the Twins answered “We did see him, well at least we think we did?”
“Miss Thorn! Tell the cafeteria to change to food I think there’s something in it” he shouted still laughing, he walked back to his room and closed his door and they could hear him say “Ghosts, in my school? I don’t think so, ha-ha!”
They started to walk towards their first lesson science in room 1 as it was a Tuesday, once again they met with Mr Clams and learned about more acids and not safety rules but alcohols and how they are bad and what chemicals are in what type of alcohols. They met up with Marcus at the end of the lesson and told him all about their experience last night. “Wow” he stated “Do you believe us?” Asked Tom, “Of course I do, can I come, when are you going to go again?” asked Marcus excitedly. “We are going to go back tonight” said Courtney “you can come to, our room is corridor 3 number 11 be there at dead of midnight” said Courtney, in anticipation.
“I can’t wait to come!” said Marcus and he walked away. Their lessons where normal as usual drama next, then break and French with Mr Harris which was always enjoyable due to the kind heartiness of the teacher, Courtney came so close to telling him about what had happened but decided to keep it a secret from now on, until they had proof they didn’t want everyone in the school thinking their nutcases.
Marcus was beginning to be a very good friend, trustworthy and reliable; he was like the third musketeer or the third blind mice to the twin’s crew, all they needed now was a nice Betty and a nice Mrs Dawn but they knew this would never happen. When the day was over they all walked to the dorms corridor together crossing the small patch of grass and walking on the pathway to the doors that guarded the hallways. “What room are you in Marcus?” asked Tom. “Corridor 3 room 1” that was down the far end and round the corner of the Twins room, because the numbers start at the bottom of the hall and work their way up which the twins found very unusual.
Although it would make it easier that he wouldn’t have to walk so far to get to the twins room tonight, Marcus was in the same year as the twins so Courtney and Tom both agreed that the corridors may be sorted by year groups, so they would be in year 8. “Catch you later” said Marcus as he walked off into the 3rd corridor ahead of the twins. “I can’t believe it” Said Courtney, “What?” wondered Tom “We have a friend!”
Time went fast tonight as the anticipation to meet Marcus kept them awake from getting any sleep, although they tried every time they couldn’t. It reached 11.55 pm and the Baxter Twins set up their camera and where ready to go find the strange identity that was lurking in the hall ways and abundant art room.
“Courtney, what we saw yesterday do you remember what the ghost pointed to?” Tom asked “Well didn’t it point to a metal poll? Sticking out of the ground? But that doesn’t mean anything?” they didn’t say anything to each other for the next five minutes until Marcus broke the silence with a small knock on the door. “It’s open” whispered Tom and Marcus walked in.
“Hey guys” said Marcus, in a cautious tone as he closed the door behind him. “So are you ready to catch this ghost?” said Marcus. “Well I hope we do” replied Tom, “yea it better not be a waste of time, I haven’t had a decent sleep in days!” replied Courtney, they gathered their equipment which was: A Torch, a camera, a packet of biscuits which they got from the canteen that lunch and a note bad and a pencil (in case they need to write anything or document any findings) They were all set and ready to go.
They left their room quietly and tip toed once again down the hall and out of the doors, over the patch of grass and walked along the pathway leading to a main building of the school, there was a smell of chips in the air as they past the canteen presumably from that days lunch, and thats when the fog came in. A strong thick greyish fog spread from out of the corner of the hallway and was directly the way they came, Marcus was close behind, feeling comforted by having a friend near them, they ventured forward into the deep mist until they were out of site from the naked eye. “I can’t see a thing!” exclaimed Tom, “Me neither!” agreed Courtney, “Marcus? Are you there? Marcus? Start filming!” demanded Courtney “Why did we give him the camera!” Argued Tom, Ignoring him Courtney shouted “Marcus!” but shore enough they found them self’s standing face to face with a ghostly figure of a Janitor, his coldness spread as fast as the mist disappeared and the coldness froze them in place, they could feel their lips turning to rock and their ears turn to ice, with a loud scream the Ghost vanished pointing at the stairs leading to the basement to the abundant art room, within a matter of seconds they heard footsteps from all around them and found themselves standing in the middle of Mss Thorn and Mr Freelance along with some other teachers all wearing their pyjamas and night robes, who they didn’t know standing around them completely puzzled.
“Oh what reason do you think you should be wondering around at midnight?” shouted Mr Freelance, they could hear Mss Thorn shout (or attempt to shout with her tiny voice)” We know your new but you should know better than to walk around at night time” followed by a sound of agreement from the people around them. “Marcus where is Marcus?” shouted Courtney, “Marcus?” Asked the teachers “Marcus Goth” “Our friend he has been going to this school since year 7!” explained Tom, “what on earth are you talking about dear boy, there is no one in this school named Marcus Goth, nor has there ever been!” Claimed Mr Freelance. “Yes there is he was hear a second ago, and we saw the ghost we tried to tell you about sir!” The twins tried to explain. “Don’t be so foolish! There is no one of that name now of the bed, and detention for both of you, tomorrow!” Bellowed Mr Freelance. Agreeing defeat the twins walked back, without their camera, without their proof, without their Marcus.
Shore enough news travels fast about how the freaky twins go round school looking for ghosts and pretending to lose “Imaginary friends” so they called it, but they knew that Marcus was real and they were going to prove it.
Chapter four
Marcus who? Imprint
Publication Date: 03-11-2011
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