Meredith

Hello, my name is Tavish Donchadh, and this is my story. The ghost stuff doesn't happen 'till the middle, so if you're not into plot build-up, then why don't you skip ahead.

Anyways, my story goes like this. I was born in Scotland, in the year of our Lord, 1893. In 1914, just as the Great War struck, I joined the Scottish army, and was a member of the 116th Rifle Corps. I saw some brutal stuff after the first time I jumped the bags. For instance, there was a young Englishman I knew back in 1916. His name was Edward, but we just called him "Jammy", cause he was the luckiest basterd at the camp. Well, long story short, we became friends. About six or seven months later, Jammy was stabbed in the throat by a German operative working undercover as an engineer. Jammy's last sounds were just him gargling on his own blood. That bloody image still haunts me to this day.

Well, when the war ended in 1918, I decided to move to the United States. Got a job as a police officer there. Many of the men there called me as "Scotty," and most of them were doughboys, so they could relate to alot of the stuff I had seen. Well, in 1920, I became a detective, and was assigned my first case. A homicide of a young woman at an old abandoned school, or something of the sort. Horrofic scene, she wasn't just stabbed or shot like some of the other cases the other setectives talked about, this one was just terrifying. She had her throat slit, her mouth cut in a way to look like a smile, on of her eyes had been removed, and she had been gutted, her insides all mixed about like some sort of weird painting. Well, we found her eye, and it wasn't much better than the actual case. Her eye had been place with some sort of small, homemade cross, nailed into the wall. Nearby was a drawing of a child's drawing, looked like a house, with a cross in front, an eye on the cross, crying, and a small coffin in the ground. Not the nicest image.

Well, I decided to look into the history of the school, and it ain't good. Turns out it was a little grammer school back in 1887, and some time into the middle of its operation, a little girl named Meredith Youngsly was killed by some angry old sod in a fit of rage against one of the teachers. Why he killed her instead of the teacher, I have no clue, but it was pretty brutal. He stabbed her multiple times, slashed her throat, and gouged out on of her eyes. Her body was stuffed into a toy chest, and a message to the teacher was written in blood on the wall, "You're fuckin' next," it said, I think. Well, her death was meant to scare the teacher before he killed her, but he never did. The man was found with his throat slashed, his chest cut open, his face slashed into a smile, and most importantly, his eye gouged out.

Well, lots of weird stuff happened at the school after that. Kid reported seeing a little girl in the halls, her throat slit open and leaking blood. Teachers reported hearing a girl laughing, and sometimes screaming as odd, fleshy noices followed. The school was abandoned, and the hauntings continued. Turns out the same drawing I found appeared in some of the classrooms.