He picked the book up and started flipping the pages. "Just autographs,
nothing important," he said and put the book back in its place. "Miranda,
I'm starting to think that there's nothing here - I mean, we've seen no
ghosts or any other strange stuff. The only thing we've seen is a
Miranda had no reply and picked up the long black book again. She felt like
Declan was missing something. She flipped through the pages again. Each
yearbook-style autograph was signed in an eloquent calligraphy. She noticed
one girl dated her page "March 24, 1897".
"Declan, something's up here. It's dated March 24, 1897. That's not at the
end of the year, not even at the end of the semester," Miranda said, still
reading the autographs.
"I can't believe they even have stuff that old up here. This is a
historian's dream," Declan said grinning. The history of the book was
intriguing to him. He went back to the filing cabinet with the school
newspapers and looked around some more. Miranda continued to read as Declan
looked through the school newspapers.
He was disappointed to find out that the newspapers started in 1940, not
any earlier. He grabbed an edition hoping for some interesting tidbits.
"Declan..this girl died,"
"At the end of the book. it says "Elizabeth Anne Goffenberger. Rest in
Peace. 1882 - 1897"
Just then, the door slammed shut with a loud bang. Probably the wind,
"Miranda, I think that was her,"
"The girl. I think she just slammed the door,"
"Declan, don't jump to conclusions,"
"I mean it! The windows are closed in this room. There aren't any other
windows around here. Plus it slammed just as you read the death date. I
think we just found ourselves a lead,"
Miranda put the autograph book down and looked around for other remnants
around that time. Declan started reading that 1940 edition he picked up
before he was interrupted by the door slamming.
There on the second page read:
The Institute of Notre Dame, our own home, is reaching its anniversary of
hundred years of service in just seven years. It's nearing the holiday of
Halloween, where children are treated to candy and everyone dresses
creatively. The Institute is home to many ghost stories and scary tales of
the like. None of these should be taking too seriously so don't be scared
stiff out of the school just yet. Perhaps the most popular ghost story here
is about a young girl wandering the halls day and night. Many students will
say they've seen her in between classes traveling to their next class. She
doesn't dress in everyday uniform: rather, a rather outdated long jumper.
She seems to be around the age of our everyday underclassmen. Some say she
was a girl that died here when the school was also a boardinghouse. Others
say she was a student that never finished here cut off by her death so she
still goes to school everyday. No one is quite sure what she is. But this
writer has never seen her and surely doesn't believe in ghosts. Be
forewarned upperclassmen, the Sisters don't appreciate you making up
stories to scare the freshman and sophomores.
"That's our girl!!" Declan yelled out in surprise.
"Miranda, I have an idea," he said with a grin.