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I Hope We Survive Book 2

Short story By: amerigo2

Maddie and Sydney venture into the 7 eleven, said to be haunted by an old spirit legend.

Submitted:Dec 12, 2011    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Girl Scout Horror #1

There is a legend that is very famous among the city of Norman, Oklahoma that goes back to the time of the Choctaw Native Americans. They say if you go to the east side 7 eleven road stop convenience store, the spirit of the last tribe chief will appear to you and demand an explanation of his dying love.
See, about 300 years ago, the chief had fallen in love with a beautiful English woman. She was impossible not to fall for, with her porcelain skin, and long, ebony hair. All the men had swooned over her, but she already had her eye on one man in particular… the chief.
A few months after the chief had expressed his love for the maiden, she fell ill with a passing fever. Every day, the chief sat by her bed, holding her hand, waiting for her to wake. A few weeks later, she passed away, and the man grieved for only a short time, before he eventually died of sadness and anger.
250 years after the extinction of the Choctaw people, a little town called Norman was built right over the sight of the cemetery of the last chief's family tree. The 7 eleven just happened to be built right over the grave of the chief. This is why when anyone goes in to the store, he comes to take out his mourning on the innocent passerby.
In the year 2006, two brownie Girl Scouts were in desperate in need of some bottles of water after an uphill bike ride through the town. Their names were Maddie and Sydney. They were sisters, and the best of friends. They are outsiders from Texas, so they didn't know about the ancient legend of the chief and the maiden.
So they calmly walked into the store while others stared and looked frightened for the girls. A brave lady with a baby in a stroller approached the girls and said, " Please girls, do not go in that store. I myself have been inside of it while I was with child. Scared me out of my wits!" "What is there to be scared of?" Sydney asked the lady. "Just please trust me. Don't go in there."
Of course, they did not have any evidence that the woman was being was being truthful, so they went into the 7 eleven. But when the girls got inside, they knew that the woman had been truthful, and immediately wished that they had listened to her. Standing at the clerk's desk, was a Native American who was chanting these words, " Harshow, maskalom, harshow, maskalom." The word started out as a whisper but then rose to a shout. Then, the noise stopped. Just stopped! With a sudden jerk of his upper body, his mouth opened and a gold mist drifted out. Suddenly, a pale, ghostly looking young woman with porcelain skin and long ebony hair appeared next to the spirit. "Thank you" they murmured in unison as they drifted away. The girls had put them at final rest.


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