Friday, 12 December 2014

As Ashleigh stared at the television screen, a shiver ran down her spine. The bus on its side, the flashing ambulance lights, the heavy snow... The whole scene looked like something out of a horror movie. A woman's voice spoke over the footage: "The situation is still unfolding. According to police, the bus carrying forty-eight students and six teachers lost control and crashed en route to the White Falcon Ski Lodge. At least seventeen passengers have died in the accident, with many more suffering serious injuries. Once again, the bus carrying students from Pleasant View Secondary School has crashed..."

I told them not to go. I knew something bad was going to happen. For as long as she could remember, Ashleigh could predict events with disturbing accuracy. On top of that, she had the ability to communicate with spirits, something that she wasn't a huge fan of. She'd gained a sort of reputation for being psychic, but most people didn't believe that she actually could see the future. Her classmates saw it as a cool party trick more than anything. None of them listened to me. And now...

That mountain seemed to breed chaos. Supposedly, it was cursed. Not surprising, considering its history. The old asylum had been closed for decades, but the building still remained, looming over the forest. Then there was that rabid fox back in 2008. That fox had killed numerous pets and even attacked a six-year-old girl. And that group of hikers that went missing last year... But the mountain had never appeared to pose a strong enough threat, so it had never been closed.

"We've just received an update from police," the news anchor continued. "There are now twenty-three confirmed casualties, nineteen of which are students. Drivers are being asked to avoid the area..."

Ashleigh grabbed the remote and turned off the television. She couldn't watch any more; it hurt too much. Closing her eyes, she plopped down on the couch. I didn't want any of this to happen. It's my fault. I should've tried harder to get them to listen to me. If I had, then they'd all be okay. They'd be safe.

What can I do next time so no one gets hurt?