The Lost Soul
The strong wind howled in the pitch-black night. It was too quiet. A boy awoke from his sleep when he heard a scream. He was having a nightmare but the scream had woken him up from that monstrous place he had gone to. The bright silver moon shone on his pale face as he quickly grabbed his jacket and went to find the source of the scream.

In the middle of St. Peters' High hallway was a pool of red liquid that smelt like blood. There, right before his very eyes, laid a dead body of an innocent girl. She had bright sunshine blond hair, although it was now smothered with blood, fair skin and ruby red lips. She was wearing her school uniform. Next to the body was an old man known to be the principal of St. Peters' High and a grandfather. The old man was holding a dagger with a carving of a phoenix on it, red liquid dripping from the blade.

"Ve....Veronica?" The young boy sobbed, letting a tear slide down his burning cheek. He knelt next to the body and cried his heart out as he remembered how her emerald eyes glittered when the sunlight touches them. Now, all the people he loved were gone. His family, friends and everyone he cared were gone. He could not believe his eyes as the monster who had taken them all away was right before his crimson eyes.

"Grandfather, why? Why did you do this? What did I ever do wrong to you?" He stood and was now right in front of his grandfather's face. He had never had the courage to stand up to his grandfather like that until then. The old man had gone too far.

"Grandson, listen...." The old man started but his grandson interrupted him. He felt so helpless then, he could not even utter a word anymore.

"No! You listen! After all these years, I've had enough courage to stand up and say what's right. You had been torturing me. Torturing the innocents. You never showed any love for your own blood and flesh. All you think about was power, power and power!" Just before the young boy could finish, his grandfather had slapped him across the face.

"How dare you said that to me? I give you food, clothes, money and shelter! But how did you repay me? By being a rebel! You don't deserve to live!" With that anger boiling inside, the old man stabbed his own grandson with the dagger of the phoenix.

Just before his soul left his body, the young boy managed to say, "My spirit will haunt this place and will not rest in peace until I find the suitable body to find and kill you and your evil minions......".

After hearing these words, the murderer ran out of the school and was found by a couple of people. They could not understand what he was muttering. They brought him to an asylum as they figured that maybe he could have mental illnesses.

From that day onwards, no one ever dared to enter the hall where the boy was murdered. Both the boy and girl's body were buried side by side in a cemetery. When they asked the murderer, the boy's grandfather, who had killed them, muttered strange words as if he was telling a story. Of course the investigators thought that he was just talking rubbish and it was like a legend. Although it was just a legend, the government banned students or anyone from going into the hall and tied a chain around the gate. Even the government does not dare to demolish the place as they feared the spirit might haunt them. They built another entrance for the students and as years goes by, everyone began to forget about the legend and the curse.