• Now… many people question the tunnel that is ‘supposedly’ under the ramp, here in our own Palo Verde High School. But it’s there, there is no doubt about that, and odd things always happen when someone goes in there.
    In fact, one person never came out. And this is the story of how he was lost to death.
    Jonathan Monroe was keen to things that could not be explained, he had become used to the unexpected sightings of floating apparitions that no one else could see. They didn’t unnerve him as they used to when he was younger. One day though, when Jon was walking down the stairs to catch his bus, he saw a small girl standing in front of the double doors that led to a storage area under the ramp. She was wearing a light green dress and had hair that fell in sunshine cascades around her shoulders. She looked familiar to him. The girl stood completely still in the surrounding masses of people flocking to meet their friends. Jon stopped on the middle stair and felt an inexplicable fear. She turned her head and looked directly at him meeting his eyes. Jon screamed, as she bore into him with her adolescent stare, it was as if he was lifted up and thrown into a spiraling pit of fire. The flames licked his limbs, wanting nothing more than to char his flesh into their circling oblivion. The pain was real. He could feel his flesh disintegrating off his bones. The girl’s lips curved upward into an innocent smile at his evident fear. Her eyes held only the emotion of excitement, clearly enjoying his pain. She blinked and brought him back. Jonathan Monroe fell down the stairs covered in blood. He twitched at the feel of cool concrete against his bruised and bloodied flesh. He was unconcious. When Jonathan awoke he was met by an odd sight, the ample amount of people around him were completely still, and not just them but everything. Not a single breeze blew around him. The senior quad had never been so still and lifeless.
    Jonathan arose up onto his feet with great difficulty. He groaned at the tenderness of his injured body. CRASH! Jonathan looked out of the corner of his eye and saw the double doors to the storage area open. He dragged his limp body toward the doors to see what was held inside, as his body broke out into a white hot sweat. Nothing. There was nothing there but a few pipes that emitted a bit of steam.
    Jon decided to haul himself to the end of the tunnel, all the way dripping blood on the concrete. He was drawn to that sinister corner of the tunnel, he wanted to see what was beyond the shadows. To red eyes peered out at him from the darkness. A huge fire shot out at him and consumed his entire body in one swallow. The flames licked in satisfaction at the death of a life.
    Jonathan Monroe has been said to be seen at 1:25 pm every Friday in october, just standing in the crowds of people flocking to their buses. In front of those double doors. Trying to find a new person to be consumed by the flames of death, so his immortal soul can finally be freed.