S.O.S. by J. Fallenstein

Author:J. Fallenstein [Fallenstein, J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action, Action & Adventure, action/adventure, Adventure, Adventure Stories, Adventure Story, Adventures, Bravery, Courage, Crime, Crimes, Danger, Darby Creek, Death, Fiction, Friend, Friends, Friendship, Ghost, Ghost stories, Ghost Story, Ghosts, Hi-Lo, High School, Horror, J. Fallenstein, Lerner Publishing Group, Letters, Midnight, Murder, Murders, Mysteries, Mystery, Occult, Paranormal, S.O.S., Scary, Secret, Secrets, Supernatural, Supernatural Fiction, Survival, Teen, Teenagers, Teens, Thriller, Young Adult Fiction, Young Adult Readers
ISBN: 9781512434910
Publisher: Lerner Publishing Group
Published: 2017-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Tyrell’s ankle screams in pain when he hits the floor below, and the key ring jingles somewhere in the blackness as it crashes to the ground. He glances up at the hole in the ceiling. Is she still there? Will she come after me?

Tyrell stands and limps past the stacked cabinet and chair to the open, moonlit window. He slides down the pipe to the ground and bolts around the building—right into a police officer.

“Got him!” the officer shouts. She grabs his coat and pulls him to the front of the factory. He squints in the light that glares from the squad car parked across the footbridge at the end of the narrow lane.

“Legs apart,” she says as she pats him down.

“Tyrell?” His mom hurries down the lane past the squad car. The bottom of her red nightgown drags along the snow-dusted boards of the footbridge. She stops, open-mouthed, a few steps from him.

“Anyone else up there with you?” the officer asks Tyrell as she lets go of his coat.

His jaw clamps shut at her question.

“Well?” the officer asks, crossing her arms.

“Ah—I mean, no. Just me,” he says.

“One perp, unarmed, simple trespassing,” the officer says into her small shoulder radio. She nods and waves to her partner in the squad car.

“What were you doing?” his mom questions.

“Vandalism?” the officer pushes.

“No.” Tyrell can’t stop trembling, and his voice shakes. “I was just up on the third floor.” He points to the window.

The partner gets out of the squad car. “I’ll secure the premises,” he says. He looks like a football player. He strides to the front doors of the factory, opens the padlock with a key, and then turns on a huge black flashlight as he goes in.

The first officer turns and looks Tyrell in the eye. “So why were you up there?” She stands almost at attention in her blue uniform as she writes in a small white notebook.

“It’s hard to explain,” Tyrell says. A shiver shakes him as the image of the woman with the scissors flashes in his mind. “But that light—” He motions to the third-floor window where the yellow light came from. But the window is dark.

“You saw a light?” the officer asks.

“Yes.” Tyrell’s jaw is shaking and it’s hard to form the words. “There was an S.O.S. signal. It came from up there. I went to check it out.”

“Oh, Ty.” His mom looks as if she’s going to cry. “He just got over hypothermia,” she explains weakly to the officer. “He’s been having these ideas.” Her eyes fill with tears. “We thought he was okay, but maybe there was some cognitive damage.”

“Mom, I’m not hallucinating,” Tyrell insists. His heart pounds, and his voice catches in his throat. He turns back to the window, but it’s still dark. “I know what I saw. There’s a girl up there. She has these scissors and she’s trying to—”

“Oh no.” The officer rolls her eyes and holds up her hand. “Not that old story again.”

“She’s there,” Tyrell cries. “I saw her reflection.

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