The Haunted Mills of Lenoir By: Ms. Jones

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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 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 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 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.