Blog 4

I took one step outside and immediately had to rush back in. In that brief

moment, an ice cold breeze blew up my sleeves. My body shivered all

the way back to my room. I grabbed my winter coat with grey and orange

horizontal stripes and started walking back out the building. In the lobby I

slipped on both mittens and my coat and swung the door a little too hard.

Each step I took I would make a slightly different boot print in the snow. It

wasn’t too deep or too thin, the perfect sledding snow. Despite the winter

wonderland, there were hardly any kids scattered throughout the streets.

As I turned onto Magnolia I heard a screech and a high pitched scream. It

was Marshal Mecher creeped up on the sidewalk. I trotted over to him.

His face was a greenish white as he stepped out of the car. We discussed

our blackouts as we walked back to the Maitland’s garage. I glanced at

him occasionally to see how he was doing and his face was just as pale

as earlier.

“With all that’s happening it doesn’t feel right?” he said. I shook my head

as a crisp wind blew the warmth from my body. I remembered I was

talking to Marshal and said, “It doesn’t feel natural. It wasn’t a coincidence.”

As we walked into the garage Marshal stopped. His jaw dropped and

is arm lifted up. He was pointing at me. Or was he?

“Look.” I turned around after he said it, but to my surprise I saw nothing.

Marshal shakily grabbed my arm while still looking past me.

“Mr. Evans… is right there. He’s bleeding! We need to help.” His voice

was raising and his eyes darted back and forth.

“Marshal I don’t see anything.” I grabbed his arm and led him up to his

room two floors above mine. I laid him down and left. I looked down at

my hands and they were shaking as much as Marshal’s were. Everyone

in this town is losing it just because of one man’s death.