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The Neopian Times Week 90 > Continuing Series > The Student Journals 2: Hoopla Hauntings -- Part Four

The Student Journals 2: Hoopla Hauntings -- Part Four

by ridergirl333

The ghosts haunted me in my waking hours. They glided through my dreams at night. It was like I couldn't escape from them. The mangled hand. The red robes.

     "Let's just say these are real ghosts," my best friend Indigo Musician the bleu Gelert said. "Which they probably aren't, but let's say they are. Why would they target Ruby specifically?"

     "Beats me," Emerald said. Indigo, Emerald, Dante, Daywalker and I were lounging around my NeoHome. SapphireCloud777 the blue Eyrie would be joining the meeting shortly. My brother AmethystSkye111 was at an art festival and my owner Ridergirl333 was at a guild meeting.

     "These ghosts may very well be real," said Dante. "I read a book that said the spirit world is somehow in tune, maybe parallel to our own world and…"

     "This is Neopia, not the sci-fi channel. There are no ghosts," Indigo replied.

     "How do you know?"

     "It's not plausible!"

     "Not to a closed mind, it isn't!"

     "My mind isn't closed!"

     "Will you to stop bickering?" Sapphire came through the kitchen door and immediately assumed her natural role as keeper of the peace. "Now what were you arguing about?"

     "The ghosts that haunt Ruby. Are they real?"

     "Ghosts!" Sapphire jumped, beating her wings frantically. She's afraid of ghosts, Spyders, dark faeries, Grarrls and for some odd reason, the Easter Cybunny. She's afraid of lots of other things, too. It's not that she's a coward. If it was important, she could face her fears. A lot of things just tend to spook her.

     "Calm down, Sapphire," I said. "Now could you please help us solve this mystery?"

     "After a few deep, tense breaths, Sapphire calmed down and relaxed on a red beanbag chair. "I have no opinion on the ghosts whatsoever. I don't even think we should be worried about the ghosts. They'll go away with time if they're not real. If they are, they won't go away.

     "The thing we should focus our energies on is this: who wrecked the party? Because this question is not going to go away, not ever."

     I smiled at my sister. She was right.

     "I'd personally put my Neopoints on Cassandra Royalhoof. She might not have done it herself, but she could have gotten someone else to do it for her."

     "She could have done it herself, Sapphire."

     "It's entirely possible, Indigo. But I don't think she'd risk her reputation doing that."

     I didn't know what to think anymore. Emerald hadn't spoken either. He obviously still thought that this was child's play, unworthy of his precious time. Instead, he bounced a yellow bouncy ball around and looked bored. I tried not to meet his eyes.

     Little did I know how much he would mean to the mystery.

* * *

The next day in school, I tried to resume life as normally as possible. I did everything I would have done if the ghosts weren't here. I wrote an article for the Voice, aced a science quiz and talked with my friends. I even managed to slip into detective mode during gym period. No one had erased the writing on the wall, and I examined it time and time again while we were running laps. It was sloppily written in big bold print, all of it in capital letters. I couldn't identify the handwriting.

     I examined the ground beneath my hooves. It was the same old ground, all right. No signs of scuffmarks, muddy hoof prints or paw prints, or colored hairs that might possibly narrow down my list of suspects.

     I was beginning to lose hope. How could I ever solve this mystery, anyway? It would be impossible. No clues to work with, no interesting leads, and a mob of ghosts breathing down my neck. For a fleeting moment, I smiled. Breathing ghosts? It was absurd.

* * *

"Ruby!" Indigo called to me during lunch. She picked up her tray and moved to my table. "Emerald, Dante, Daywalker, Matt and I are going to Kauvara's shop after school. And you're coming with us. I think maybe she can help us solve our mystery."

     "If it'll get rid of Casper and Crew, I'll do anything," I smiled dryly, poking at my meatloaf with a plastic fork. "What do you suppose they put in these things?"

     "Problem students," Indigo replied.

     We giggled.

* * *

After school, my friends and I walked to Kauvara's magic shop. The sun shone brightly in the periwinkle sky, but the earth was chilly. Crisp, cool winds blew on the ever-shifting dead leaves, wafting them onto the sidewalk where they crunched under our feet. I pulled my red fleece jacket closer to my face and shivered.

     Indigo knocked on the door of Kauvara's shop. The mystical starry Kau opened the door. "Welcome!" she said cheerily. "May I interest you in some morphing potions? Or maybe a healing potion or a Faerie."

     "No thanks, Ms. Kauvara," Indigo said politely. "We wanted to ask you a few questions. We've been having a few problems with some magical beings and we though you could help."

     "Ah, children," Kauvara said in her deep, husky, yet soothing voice. "Magic is my forte. What troubles you, my pup?"

     "Actually, Ruby has the problem." Indigo gestured towards me.

     "Do tell."

     So I told. I told every horrible detail that happened, from Cassandra's awful vow to that gym class in which I searched for clues and despaired. Kauvara listened silently the whole time, nodding and thinking and nodding some more. I could practically see the gears in between her horns turn as she tried to figure out what was going on.

     Finally, when I had finished talking, Kauvara came to a conclusion. "I don't know if these ghosts of yours are real or not. I doubt you could have imagined them up yourself, but I also don't know why only you can see them."

     "So?" Indigo asked impatiently.

     "So I don't think the ghosts will go away until you solve the mystery and reveal the truth. For I have heard a tale on Mystery Island about the Thousand Spirits of Myst. Supposedly, these spirits haunted all that was unknown in the world and obscured them with their haze. If anyone were to come near these Honored Truths, the wrath of the ghosts would descend upon them, and they would live the rest of their lives, cursed."

     "It's a good thing Sapphire isn't here," Emerald whispered. "She'd be under the table hiding by now."

     Kauvara ignored my brother and continued. "It seems like we're dealing with the same ghosts, is that not true, Ruby?"

     I gulped. "It's true."

     "Well, It seems that some aspect of the party must have been an Honored Truth. You seem to be coming very close to this Truth, and they feel threatened by your will.

     "The only solution I can see is this: You must discover whatever it is they're hiding. For if their Truth is revealed, they shall lose their power."

     "So basically, to get rid of the ghosts, we have to get past the ghosts."

     "Exactly, my child."

     I sighed, "Thanks Ms. Kauvara. Thank you so much."

     "Anytime. Best hopes and good magic go with you on your journey, children."

     "You too, Kauvara!"

To be continued...

Previous Episodes

The Student Journals 2: Hoopla Hauntings -- Part One

The Student Journals 2: Hoopla Hauntings -- Part Two

The Student Journals 2: Hoopla Hauntings -- Part Three

The Student Journals 2: Hoopla Hauntings -- Part Five

The Student Journals 2: Hoopla Hauntings -- Part Six

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