The Missing Girl – 1

November 16, 2006 at 8:52 am (Missing Girl)

Hi, This is Jenny Lynn, Samantha’s roomate. I just wanted to let everyone know that Samantha is fine. I’ve been keeping in touch with her. She’s been through a lot, but I’ll let her tell her own story.

I didn’t exactly plan it this way. That’s for sure. It was Randolph. Of course he was nice to look at, and his French accented English was so beautiful. And the poems. And his 67 Cadillac convertible. And the way he played Chopin. Randolph had many endearing qualities. But still, I shouldn’t have listened to him.

But I did, and here I was, the Dean’s one good daughter, out in the cemetery with Randolph and a dozen of our classmates bewildered by rum, nearly naked, and calling on the Gede to possess me. It had been a long time since I called on the Gede. My grandmother always said to avoid them, and I am a girl who listens to her grandmother, but if I didn’t do something soon Randolph was going to have the whole lot of us in really deep trouble.

What happened next definitely put a scare into the party. Within a few minutes the cemetery was empty. Then I went into the Grove. I didn’t want to go into the Grove, but that’s where She wanted to go. I don’t remember a lot after that. I woke up the next morning in a small cottage room. Sunlight was pouring over the thick down bed I had been placed in from an open window above. The room was full of flowers. For a few moments I thought I was dead. Then a tall, pale blond girl with yellow eyes walked into the room and handed me a glass of water.

“Hi,” she said, “ I’m Suzanne.”

“The missing girl? ” I asked.

“Yes, but you’re a missing girl now too.”

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