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Teenage Ghost
A boy walked out on the stage wearing a black coat and vest with a strange black collar. His light blonde hair was worn in a comb over, “I am Millard Fillmore.” The boys voice boomed out into the silent crown. He looked very serious and slightly angry as he surveyed the dark room full of illuminated zombie like faces. “I was the Thirteenth President of the United States. I was the last Whig Party president ever elected.” The boy paused for dramatic emphasis.
In a haunting tone he said his final words before the lights slowly faded out on him, “I was also the last president to be elected that was not a Democratic or Republican.”
The phones went down into laps momentarily, and the room was almost pitch dark. A round of applause erupted, then died down.
A girl with curly brown hair walked on the stage.
The sea of phones went back up.
The girl spoke quickly, and nervously. “I’m Franklin Pierce, the fourteenth President of the United States. Right after I was elected into office, there was a train accident which killed my only son. He was eleven years old.” The lights went dim.
By time William Taft took the stage, Rhonda had decided she’d had enough.
The sea of phones went up to record.
She felt something cold rush past her, towards the center of the room. Then one by one the phones all began to black out. First the back of the room, then row by row every phone went out til it reached the front row.
Gasps and complaints filled the air. The crowd was a low grumbling noise, and the monologue couldn’t be heard over it.
Rhonda watched as the last phone on the front row went out. Then she saw something that made her skin pale, and the breath rush straight out of her.
For a split second in the shadowy light bouncing off the stage, she thought she saw Jeff standing in the aisle.
Rhonda felt light headed, and everything went black.