The next week was pretty un-eventful, except for the alarming fact that people, aside from Katie, seemed to be seeing weird medieval people too. Really though, if you think about it, how uneventful can it be when people keep ‘imagining’ that they are seeing things. Unfortunately, for the most part, people only saw things when Katie-Lee was nearby, which freaked her out a little bit. Weirdness was following Katie around like a lost puppy. That’s not good when you are new in a new town and trying to blend in and make friends. The only positive about all of the sightings was that Katie-Lee could be sure that she was not imagining things, but she didn’t find that very reassuring. Katie-Lee decided that pretending it wasn’t happening at all was the best course of action.
On Monday as she tramped home across the meadow she was sure she saw them again, the weird medieval people, standing next to the witches’ tree just as they had been before, but unfortunately this time they were more determined to get her attention. She tried to ignore them but it was proving more difficult than she thought. It was very had to ignore something that’s pointing at you and waving hands around to catch your attention. She quickened her pace and kept on trying to ignore them as best she capable as she walked home. She was wishing dreadfully that they would just disappear, as they had last time, and that she would arrive home soon to a nice dinner and a warm snugly bed and that they were going to stop follow her around. As it turned out, they were all wishful wishes!
When she finally arrived home, she sighed with relief and let herself inside away from the weird people who kept following her around. She had a delicious dinner of pea and ham soup and jumped into her pajamas, though she kept jumping when someone spoke to her and she just couldn’t stop herself glancing out the window every minute or so. The first time she’d looked out she had seen the medieval people staring at her through the window far from the far end of meadow, but the second time she looked no one was there. She shook her head angrily at herself for letting it get to her and her Gran asked her if anything was wrong. She lied to her and reassured her that nothing was wrong, and that she just had something on her mind; which was partly true. Though she saw her Gran look at her funny as though she could see through the lie, but in the end after looking at her for a few seconds, she decided to let it drop and Katie sighed with relief. But the atmosphere in the house between her and Gran was a bit strained for the rest of the evening. Not long after dinner she went upstairs and changed into her pajamas, hopped into bed, and was fast asleep just before her gran came in to tell it was lights out (again) and kiss her good night.
Her gran gently shook her awake the next morning saying that they had to go to town and that she had to get up and get ready. It was the weekend and Katie tried to rollover and go back to sleep but her gran was persistent and turned on the light, waking Katie up fully. She grumbled loudly while shoving on some jeans and a t-shirt and, smelling bacon, skipped down the stairs two at a time. She was right and presented by a delicious breakfast of pancakes with some crispy bacon on the side. What more could she want? To not be seeing strange people she thought sourly, dimming her mood a little bit.
When they arrived they dived head first into a day of doing jobs, ticking them of the list that her Grandma had brought with her when they were done. It seemed quite the normal shopping day, besides the fact that wherever they went people kept complaining that they where seeing strange people that were dressed in medieval clothes. This bothered Katie a little bit but not much, as it had been happening quite a lot to her. So it wasn’t the biggest surprise that people were exclaiming suddenly that they had just seen a host of medieval dressed people appear and then disappear into thin air! Her Gran was getting a bit anxious, looked around nervously whenever they entered a new shop for strange people.
Weirder still, but on Wednesday, Mr Spans, Katie-Lee’s sport teacher, had a complete meltdown. He was telling us what to do when he stopped making sense and started looking around, his eyes wide and terrified. Then he started saying weird things like, “Please don’t hurt me, please! I beg you!”. It was all very confusing and none of us really knew what to do. The whole class just stared at him. He was trying to hide underneath the sports equipment, which was a very strange thing to do. In the end, I got over my initial shock and went and got somebody.
Mr Spans had to be taken away and we all got to go home early as sports was our last lesson of the day. Mr Spans had only had his meltdown quite near home time, which was why they let us out early. The only thing everyone was talking about the next day was Mr Spans and his mysterious meltdown. The teachers had told us not to worry but everyone seemed to not have listened and we were all scared. School was meant to be a safe place, right?
On Friday Mrs. Whitehill, Katie English teacher, fainted. She had just started to explain prepositions, “A preposition is a word that usually comes before a noun or pronoun to…” Her voice faded away and her face went very pale, nearly blue. She seemed to slightly sway and she put a hand out towards her desk, as if to hold herself up. Then she fell to the floor with a big thump. Katie had never seen anyone faint before so she was enormously worried. Frankly it looked as if she had died! Naturally, half the girls in the classroom started screaming but Jack, clearly a level-headed boy of action, ran to fetch Mr. Gideon from the class next door. With all of the screaming Mr. Gideon had realized that something dreadful was happening. While usually a fairly relaxed, easy-going type of man, Mr. Gideon ran into the room with Jack trailing behind. He sent Jack off to the Administration Office to get more help.
Mr. Gideon turned to Sarah who was nearest to him and seemed to be the first girl to have stopped screaming, beside me. “Sarah, speak slowly and tell me what happened” he commanded. As Sarah explained Mr. Gideon looked after Mrs. Whitehall. He lay her down on her back and propped up her knees. After a short time, probably a couple of minutes, Mrs. Whitehall opened her eyes. She was looking a bit confused. Worse, she was jabbering on about some people she’d seen in the classroom just before she fainted. Katie-Lee squeezed her eyes shut hoping to block out the words – but she could still hear them, “… there were four of them and they were in mediaeval clothing”. Oh no… here we go again. Katie-Lee had noticed that Mrs. Whitehill had looked quite frightened just before she started to sway.
Mrs. Whitehill had to be relieved for the rest of the day and Mr. Simpson looked after the class till it was time to go home. Just like Wednesday, the only thing people were talking about was about Mrs Whitehill fainting, the new victim to befall an accident. Lots of people were worried that something would have happened to them next week, as this week was filled with people acting strangely and fainting. All of us, including me, went home scared.
When Katie-Lee got home, Gran was reading the paper. “More bad news Gran?!” She asked, with less enthusiasm than normal. It was their private joke and Katie-Lee always asked this question. This time though she was scared of the answer. “Actually, yes.” Her Gran told her and her heart sunk even further down into despair than it already had. “It says here,” she pointed at the front page, “that people have been continuously seeing strange people and that some have even filed complaints and demanded the council do something.” Katie turned pale and said “Oh”, before hurrying upstairs to her bedroom and shutting the door behind her.