Prolog

Freedom – everyone needs it to some degree. For me it was never enough. I think I wanted to be free even before I knew the meaning of the word. The older I got, the more suffocated I felt. The law the government decided on, the regulations in school, the restrictions of my parents, they all was trying to control me. I was surrounded by so many rules, it made me dizzy. I wanted freedom and didn't care for the price.

Searching for

It was another boring summer after my sevens grade. I lived in a little town in Canada-Ontario and the number of activities available for teenagers was very limited. In first two weeks of the summer break my friends and I covered everything we could.

We went fishing in the river one mile away from the town. We made night parties at Jimmies' house until his parents banished us from there. We went camping in the woods for three days. This trip ended with scratches, mosquito bites and lots of complains from Mary whom couldn't take a proper bath.

We even went to the cemetery one night to seek for zombies. Of course we didn't find any but weren't disappointed at all.

Now we had nothing left to keep us busy. With so much free time at our hands we were getting bored. And when we were getting bored, it meant trouble.

"It's dangerous to play there." My mother repeated countless times. "The building can collapse over your head at any moment." When I was young, this claim deterred me from the ruins. But I was getting older and my fears melted in to something else.

I don't know whose idea it was, but it was night time and we were out of the town. After a short walk I and three of my friends were nearing the ruins.

"I heard a girl died there twenty years ago." Mary sounded worried, shifting her flashlight in any direction in nervous movements.

"People die all the time, everywhere." I answered, not deterred by her story. "Besides, you say it was more than twenty years ago."

"But what if her ghost is still there?"

"Don't be ridicules. There are no ghosts." I couldn't understand her. At the cemetery she wasn't afraid at all, but maybe it was due the fact that people didn't die there, therefore have no reason to hunt the place.

"If you didn't see one yet, it doesn't indicate there aren't any."

"Mary," I stopped and span around to face her. "If you're afraid, don't come. But please stop nagging."

She looked at me sulkily but didn't say a word.

"Good. Now let's go, we are almost there."

The ruins were more like little village than a lone building, probably some kind of abandoned estate. We stood in the clearing between the houses and prepared to play hide and seek.

"Something's moving in that window." Toby clinched my hand in fright.

"It's a cat." I freed my hand impatiently "Stop being such a girl."

"Hey!" Mary cried indignantly. She was the only girl in over little group. 'The three musketeers and Mary' people called as.

I put a hand on her shoulder, letting know I wasn't referring to her.

"I don't like this place." Toby looked extremely nerves. "It's creepy."

"That's the point!" Jimmie took my side in the argument. "The cemetery also had been 'creepy' and full of dead people."

"But we were allowed to go there and now we braking the rules."

"It wouldn't be fun if we weren't. Besides, you can go home if you don't like it here." Jimmie smiled cruelly.

"Alone?!" Toby squeaked.

"Well, if you need an escort, you can wait till we finished." I offered.

Toby looked miserable but stayed where he was.

"So, let the game begin." Jimmies' smile winded and became predatory. After that I was certain that it was his idea from the start.