There's an article in this month's Esquire about a girl who was murdered at my school. It's a very strange story that no one really talks about. The only time it comes up is when someone mentions that their going to "The Cove" for food or drink. That's the cutesy-poo name for "The Pirates Cove" a restaurant that would no doubt see a few more dollars this year thanks to Johnny Depp. That would be, except the school bought the place and renamed it "The Gambier Grille" after one of the cooks killed one of the waitresses. She was a senior and she disappeared right after I got there. The article is written by a guy a year older than her who makes two creepy references to hooking up with her.

No one ever says they're going to "The Grille." It was kind of quiet around there for a year or two. Except, it's the only bar in town. And since drinking is an age-issue, older students have always initiated younger ones at the Cove and the name lives on. Our school is also strangely full of ghost stories. Pretty much one in every building, even the newer ones. There's always a fire or an elevator door that openned but there was no elevator inside, that kind of thing.

But like I said, no one ever talks about it. We just know she dissappeared in December, subaru and all, and she turned up that spring in a trailer. There was talk of single bullet shots and being rolled up in carpets, but nothing much else. The opening shot in the magazine is of the blood trail leading from a bullet hole in the floor and out of the room.

Here is a picture of a fire that originated most of the stories.