A/N: Oh my God, it’s been forever since I’ve actually posted a real story on the Recess category. Here’s the first chapter to “Mysteries”. I hope it’s like nothing ever done on this site. Read and review and let me know what you think so far! I’ll try to post another chapter soon. Also, there are going to be a lot of new characters in this story, and I don’t know it Bellbrook, Arizona is a real place or not, but it sounded good so I’m using it.

disclaimer: I do not own Recess or any characters except the ones I make up... and there will be a lot of those

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It was a dark and dreary day in Bellbrook, Arizona. Spinelli had moved there over the summer, forced to leave behind her friends, her school, and the only life she’d ever known. She would never be able to forget the look on TJ’s face when she told him she had to leave. But, that all happened 4 months ago. Now, Spinelli was halfway through her junior year of high school in Arizona. She made many new friends since moving and was getting more comfortable in her new surroundings with every passing day.

Spinelli walked over to her bedroom window and stared out at the black sky. The wind blew through the trees and caused the porch swing to creak. She pulled the curtains shut so she wouldn’t have to see the gloomy sight before returning to her desk to finish her Geometry homework. Seating herself on the chair, she was distracted from her work; something had caught her eye. Startled, Spinelli jumped and looked at her closet, which was open. She then looked back at the mirror above her desk. Nothing.

“What the hell,” she whispered. She could have sworn she had seen a person standing in her closet, looking at her. She hadn’t been able to tell if it were a girl or boy because she turned away too quickly. All she remembered were the eyes...

“Holy shit,” Spinelli whispered and pulled her sweatshirt closer around her body. She opened her bedroom door and made her way downstairs to watch some tv, hoping to calm herself down. As Spinelli reached the bottom step, the phone began to ring. Her heart raced. Slowly, she reached for the phone.

“H- hello?” she stuttered.

“Ashley?” Spinelli sighed.

“Kara,” she sighed. Kara had been the first person to talk to Spinelli when she’d first moved to Bellbrook, taking her under her wing and showing her around the place.

“What’s up?” Kara asked. “You sound out of breath.” Spinelli felt her face redden, not wanting to admit she’d been scared of her own bedroom moments earlier.

“Nothing. Just working out,” Spinelli lied lamely. Kara chuckled slightly on the other end.

“Yeah, cuz you love running around outside when it’s storming don’t ya?” Kara smiled, sarcastically.

“It’s the only way to exercise,” Spinelli joked back.

“Well hey, the reason I called is to ask if you wanted to come over. Me and the girls are going down by the tracks on Clarence Road,” Kara offered.

Clarence Road was a broken down part of town. No one went there. The railroad tracks hadn’t been used for years, and in the history of Bellbrook, four murdered bodies had turned up in the old train station by the tracks. Needless to say, Spinelli wasn’t very fond of the idea of hanging around the train tracks.

“Why do you wanna go to the tracks?” she asked.

“Gives us something to do,” Kara replied lamely. “Besides, me and Jeana were talking and we decided it would be a pretty good adventure. You’re not scared are you?”

“No,” Spinelli answered quickly.

“Good,” Kara said. “Come on over then and we’ll go.” Kara then hung up the phone. Spinelli lowered the phone from her ear and stared at it. What had she just gotten herself into?

“Oh my God...”she whispered. Suddenly, the phone started ringing again. Spinelli jumped and quickly answered it.

“Hello?” she asked, expecting it to be Kara again. There was no answer. “Hello?” she demanded again.

“Ashley...” a female voice groaned from the other line. Spinelli’s heart began to race.

“Kara?” she asked. The girl said nothing, but hung up the phone. Spinelli could feel her palms becoming sweaty and stared at the phone in disbelief. What was happening? Quickly, she hung up the phone, grabbed her car keys and a jacket and exited the house to go to Kara’s.

Spinelli drove to Kara’s house, her heart racing, still spooked from the phone call she’d just received. It had to have just been Kara... or Jeana. Spinelli decided for sure that one of her friends had just been playing a trick on her and continued to drive down the road. Finally, she turned into Kara’s driveway and approached the house, knocking. Kara opened the door, revealing herself, Jeana, Kim, and Leila.

“You ready?” she asked, not even welcoming Spinelli inside. Spinelli nodded her head and her four friends exited the house, Kim carrying a backpack.

“What’s in there?” Spinelli asked, pointing to the backpack. Kara looked at the bag in Kim’s hands.

“Supplies for the tracks,” she replied. “Jackets, umbrella, flashlights, you know. Now let’s get in the car. It’s really coming down out here.” The five girls hurried to Kara’s car and Spinelli, Kim, and Leila got into the backseat, Kara and Jeana in the front. Kara turned on the car and began their drive to Clarence Road.

“Have you ever gone down to the tracks before?” Spinelli asked, hoping this wasn’t everyone’s first time. Leila and Kim both shook their heads.

“I’ve been down once,” Jeana replied. “Me and my older sister. She fell on the track and broke her ankle. Haven’t been back since.”

“Nah,” Kara answered. “But you know Jimmy Lawrence? His cousin was found murdered in the train station. She was apparently strangled.” Kara glanced at the rear view mirror to see the look of horror on Spinelli’s face. After a moment, Kara began to laugh.

“I’m just kidding,” she said. “Don’t worry, Ash. Jimmy’s cousin wasn’t murdered.”

“But there have been four bodies found there, haven’t there?” Spinelli asked, knowing the answer, but dreading it.

“Supposedly,” Kara replied. “I don't buy it though. I think it’s just a story to scare little kids... and new people like yourself.”

“Turn right here,” Jeana instructed. Kara directed the car right and drove a couple more minutes before stopping the car in front of the train station.

“Ready?” she asked. Spinelli swallowed hard, and nodded. The five girls stood from the car, Kim clutching the backpack, and walked toward the tracks.

Spinelli glanced around at the sight. It was filthy; clearly unused. The wooden tracks were cracked and some boards were missing. Litter was terrible; pop cans, beer bottles thrown everywhere, and the train station was covered in graffiti. A single tree stood hovering over the station, blowing in the wind, and looking as if it could collapse at any moment. The end of the railroad track was covered in broken branches. Spinelli spotted a rat scurry across the porch of the train station and winced.

“Let’s go inside,” Kara suggested.

“I don’t know Kara,” Leila objected. Kara eyed her suspiciously.

“Are you scared?” she asked.

“N... no,” Leila sighed. Kara smirked and led the girls over the tree branches, into the train station. She opened the creaky door and peered inside. It was pitch black. “Kim, hand me a flashlight.”

“Here,” she said. Kim handed a flashlight to everyone and kept one for herself. Kara turned hers on and entered the broken down building. She shone the light around the interior, seeing nothing but spider webs, boxes, and broken down storage.

“There’s nothing here,” Kim said quickly. “Let’s just go.”

“Hold on a while,” Kara told her and walked further into the station. “I wanna look around.”

“Why don’t we come back tomorrow after school? It won’t be storming and it’ll be lighter outside,” Leila suggested. Spinelli nodded, liking Leila’s idea. Kara turned to face her.

“Come explore this place during the daylight?” she repeated. “Where’s the fun in that? This place has been broken down for years, and is supposedly home to four murders. How can you not explore it in the dark?”

“How can you not be scared?” Leila asked. Kara shrugged.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” she asked.

“We could get kidnapped, raped, and murdered,” Leila replied, smartly. Kara shrugged once again.

“We all die eventually anyway,” she said. “Why not have fun before we do.” Kara turned from Leila and stepped over a box to shine her flashlight in a corner.

“You see something?” Jeana asked. Kara shook her head.

“Nope,” she replied. “Just a spider... no, a daddy long legs.” She turned to face Spinelli and Leila. “Ok,” she sighed. “There’s nothing in here. We can go back to my place.” Suddenly, a loud roll of thunder made the girls jump.

“Thank you,” Leila sighed and headed toward the door.

“Wait,” Jeana suddenly said. Everyone turned toward her. She was looking at the ground near the door. “What’s that?” She bent down and picked up a necklace. It was a silver oval locket with a sapphire in the center of it on a gold chain. It was very dusty. Jeana wiped some of the dust off it and turned it over in her hand, examining it.

“It’s just an old locket,” Spinelli said.

“Let’s go,” Leila repeated.

“Just wait, will ya?” Kara snapped. “Put it on Jeana.” Jeana placed the gold chain around her neck and looked at herself in a mirror near the door.

“I don’t like it,” she said, taking it off and handing it to Kara who put it around her own neck. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of herself in the mirror.

“Me neither,” she said and handed it to Kim.

“No thanks,” Kim said. “I don’t wear jewelry.” She thrust it toward Spinelli. “Put it on Ashley.”

“Eh, I’m ok,” Spinelli said.

“No, I think it would look good on you, what with your dark hair and all,” Kara told her, flipping her own blonde hair behind her shoulders. Spinelli sighed and reluctantly slipped it over her neck.

What happened next gave Spinelli the biggest scare she’d ever experienced. Everything went black. She blinked many times, trying to refocus on her friends. Suddenly, it was as if she was looking through a tunnel, and she could hear a girl screaming for her life at the end of it. She saw a light at the end of the tunnel and her eyes were following it, the light growing larger with every passing second. Finally, she could see a clear picture. It was set in what appeared to be the 1800’s. A girl, appearing to be about seventeen years old, was lying on her back on the dirty floor, a large man dressed in black standing over her. Spinelli adjusted her eyes so she could see better. The girl was screaming because the man was stabbing her repeatedly in the chest with a small gardening hand shovel.

The screams were deafening and Spinelli watched in horror as tears flowed from the brunette’s closed eyes. Not being able to handle the sight anymore, Spinelli raised her hands to remove the necklace, but something in the vision caught her eyes. She glanced above the dying girl and saw a mirror near the door. At the top of the mirror, a picture of a dove was inscribed on the silver. Quickly, Spinelli pulled the necklace off her neck, and she was face to face with her friends again. She sighed, terrified with what she just saw.

“Did you like it?” Kara asked. Spinelli looked at her, her mouth open.

“Kara, you’re not gonna believe this,” she started. “Did you see anything when you put the necklace on?” Kara shook her head.

“What are you talking about Ashley?” she asked, confused.

“When I put it on, I saw something; like a vision or something. Except it was set in the past. There was a girl. She was getting murdered and-” Kara interrupted her with laughter.

“Good one Ashley,” she laughed. “Stop trying to scare Leila though. Come on, put the necklace down and let’s get out of here.” Kara walked past Spinelli; Kim, Jeana, and Leila following her. Spinelli glanced down at the necklace in her hand once again and tossed it in a nearby box. She turned to exit the station, but not before looking at the mirror beside the door. In terror, Spinelli noticed that on the silver part on the top of the mirror, there was a picture of a dove inscribed.

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The next day, Spinelli, Kim, Leila, Jeana, and Kara were all sitting in their study hall together, talking with one another.

“So, what’d you think about last night?” Kara asked.

“Never take me there again,” Leila replied. Kara smiled, amused.

“I was kinda spooked too,” Kim admitted. Jeana and Kara exchanged looks.

“What about you Ash?” Jeana asked. “Were you visited by the girl from your vision?” Spinelli glared at her.

“I’m telling you Jeana, I saw it,” she said defensively. Jeana nodded.

“Yeah, ok, and Billie Joe Armstrong is my half sister’s second cousin twice removed on her husband’s mom’s side, but I’m seriously related to him,” Jeana said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “It was cool last night when you were trying to mess around and freak Leila out, but give it a rest now, ok?” Spinelli sighed. It was pointless trying to convince them.

Suddenly the door opened and a new girl walked in.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Annabelle. I just moved here from Colorado.” Spinelli looked at her and her mouth dropped in disbelief. Annabelle had long brunette hair, just like the girl from the vision. She was built the same way and appeared the same age. At first, Spinelli thought it could just be a coincidence, but then she noticed something that made her stomach drop. Those eyes. Annabelle turned toward Spinelli and instantly glared at her, shooting daggers into Spinelli’s chest. But Spinelli didn’t need to look twice; she’d recognize those eyes anywhere. Those were the eyes that she’d seen the previous night in her closet. This was the girl from the murder.
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A/N: Confusing? Give ya goosebumps? Well, I hope you all like this chapter. I know this is totally unrealistic, and it may be confusing sometimes, but I’m gonna try to make it successful. There will be some more of the Recess gang, or at least TJ for certain. I don’t know about the rest just yet. But, like I said, I hope you liked this first chapter. Let me know what you think and I’ll post more soon. RR!