The Haunted Mills of Lenoir
By: Ms. Jones
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story. The reader chooses what the
characters do in the story. At the end of
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It was a dark and stormy summer night,
when Melissa, Leslie, and Kelly decided
to go explore the haunted mills in Lenoir.
They had always heard stories about
what went on after midnight and the
people that went to see the ghost that
haunted the old Mill. Sometimes they
never come back.
Needless to say Melissa was not exactly
thrilled to be going to the mill, “Tell me
again why we have to go to these mills?
Why aren’t we staying inside tonight,
watching a movie with popcorn, and
staying dry?”
“Come on Melissa, where is your sense of
adventure,” said Kelly. “Yeah, Melissa
you are the one who told us about the
haunted mills and said how much you
would like to go and see them. Besides
you don’t believe in ghosts” Leslie stated.
“ I meant that we should go during the day
when it is light outside and I said that I did
not believe in ghost, but I have no desire
to meet one,” cried Melissa. Leslie and
Kelly did not pay any attention to Melissa
and kept right on walking down the path
to the haunted woods.
Up ahead there was a fork in the path.
“Which path do we take Melissa?” asked
Kelly. “How should I know? I have never
been here either,” remarked Melissa. The
path split to the right and to the left.
The path to the right looked clear and well
traveled, while the path on the left was
overgrown with weeds, trees, and tall
grass. Melissa quickly spoke up, “ I think
that we should take the path to the right. It
looks like more people have used that
one.” “Yeah,” said Kelly, “I think that we
should take the path on the right.”
“Of course we should not take the path to
the right. It is too well traveled to be the
path to the haunted mills. We should take
the path to the left” exclaimed Leslie.
Right Path
Left Path
So they took a vote and decided that
Leslie was wrong, the path to the left was
not the path to the haunted mills. If they
were wrong they could just come back to
the fork and take the path to the left at a
later time.
All around them were flashes of light as
the lightning got closer and closer to
them. The gentle rumbling of thunder that
they had heard before leaving Melissa’s
house was now sounding more like the
crashing of cars. The wind was howling
all around them, making it difficult to talk
without shouting.
“We have got to find some shelter or we
are going to get blown away,” shouted
Melissa. “She’s right,” exclaimed Leslie,
“start looking for a place to get out of the
storm.” They looked all around, but there
was no place to get out of the storm.
“Maybe we should just go back to
Melissa’s house,” shouted Kelly. “No,”
shouted Melissa, “we are too far away
from my house we would never make it
back.” “Well I still think that we should
turn back,” said Kelly.
So they kept going, hoping that they
would find someplace soon to get out of
the storm. “Look, please tell me that is
not my imagination. Please tell me that I
do really see a hut up there,” questioned
Kelly. “No, you are not imagining it.
Because I see it too!” exclaimed Leslie.
The three girls scurried up to the hut,
hoping that someone lived in the hut.
No one lived in the hut and the doors
were locked. “What do we do now?”
asked Melissa. “We could always break
the window and then pay the owner of the
hut for the damage that we cause. Or we
could take our chances and keep on
going,” replied Leslie
Keep Going
Break Glass
The girls decided that Melissa should
break the glass and then crawl through
the window and let the other two in
through the front door. Once the girls
were safe inside the hut, they started to
look for something to start a fire so that
they could dry off their clothes.
“I found some wood and matches over
here in this cabinet,” said Melissa. “Who
can start the fire because I will burn
myself if I try to do this?” asked Leslie. “I
will do it,” remarked Kelly.
Kelly got the fire going nice and strong.
The three girls sat in front of the fire
getting nice and warm.“What are we
going to do now?” asked Melissa, “If my
parents walk into my room and find that
we are not there, I am going to be
grounded for life.”
No one answered Melissa because they
were already fast asleep. The next thing
that Melissa knew, someone was calling
her name, along with Kelly and Leslie’s
names. It was the police searching for
them.
The police took Melissa, Kelly, and Leslie
home, where their joyful parents were
waiting for them. Once the yelling and
crying stopped, the parents told the girls
that three different girls had been found
dead at the Haunted Mills and they were
scared it was them.
The three girls were so spooked that they
made themselves a promise. They would
never go back to the Haunted Mills again.
At least not in the
middle of a storm
anyway.
Leslie won the vote and the girls started
down the left path. They had to watch
where they placed their feet to make sure
that they did not step on anything that
could bite them.
The girls did not want to get in trouble for
breaking into the hut so they decided to
continue on hoping that they would come
to another shelter soon.
The girls had been walking for a very long
time when suddenly Melissa runs into
something. It was the haunted mill! The
girls had found the mill. “Now how do we
get in this door?” asked Melissa. As if the
mill had heard her, the girls heard a
creaking noise and the door slowly swings
open.
“That was too creepy!” explained Melissa,
“are we sure that we still want to go in
here?”
“Quit being a scaredy cat and let’s go. “At
least it will be dry in there,” shouted
Leslie.
Go inside
Go home
The girls slowly made their way into the
dark mill. Leslie was the brave one, so
she was in front. Right behind her Kelly
had a death grip on Leslie’s arm. Melissa
brought up the rear and she had an even
tighter grip on Kelly’s shirt tail.
As soon as the three girls were inside the
door slams shut behind them and they
hear the click of the door locking.
“AAAHHHHH!,” went all three girls. “We
are trapped,” cried
“We are trapped,” cried Melissa, “ What
are we going to do now?” “There is a
door over there, lets go and try it.”
demanded Kelly
“Melissa, you go first,” demanded Leslie.
So Melissa creeped over to the door and
tried to turn the knob. As soon as she did
a trap door opens up, sending all three
girls into a dark cavern.
They slowly start to stand, looking around
for each other. Up ahead is a faint light
that the girls can barely see. The girls
slowly make their way to the light. It was
completely dark so they had to feel their
way around so they would not get hurt.
Suddenly Melissa screams bloody
murder, “There’s something in my hair.”
She takes off running and slips on the
wet, slippery cavern floor.
Melissa’s running causes Kelly to fall.
“Wake up Kelly!” screams Melissa and
Leslie. “Oh, please wake up!”
Kelly slowly wakes up. “Where am I?”,
asked Kelly. Melissa and Leslie were so
excited that Kelly was awake. “ You fell
and bumped your head,” exclaimed
Melissa, forgetting to mention that she
was the reason that Kelly fell in the first
place.
Leslie and Melissa helped Kelly
stand up and waited until she could
stay up by herself.
The girls continued to the light ahead of
them with each step it was getting bigger
and bigger.
At last they came to the opening and were
finally free of the cavern. Up ahead they
see the hut that they had walked passed
earlier.
The three girls decided to just go back to
Melissa’s house.
On the way back the girls got so tired that
they decided to sit down for just a minute.
“What’s our next step guys?”, asked
Melissa.