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with two girls who leaned against the wall. “Now,
watch. Robin is going to come from this direction.”
    A group of five or six students walked up the hallway toward Ashley, Robin among
them. As Robin passed Ashley, she rubbed her hand across Ashley’s back. Ashley jumped
and turned around, but by then, Robin had slipped ahead in the group.
    â€œYou saw that, right?” Denise asked me.
    â€œYeah. She touched her.”
    â€œRight. Now, I’m going to fast-forward to later that afternoon.”
    Denise fast-forwarded the video. Ashley was walking up some steps with more students.
She stopped suddenly and looked down the hallway, as if she’d seen something.
    Ashley slowly walked away, still looking back. Then she started to run. Suddenly,
Ashley was out of sight on the video.
    â€œHere’s what happened from another camera,” Denise said. She opened the other file.
    From a different angle, Ashley was running down the hallway, then she tripped and
fell. She looked back. She had a terrified look on her face. The video stopped.
    â€œYou saw that?” Denise asked. “It’s like she saw something!”
    â€œI guess,” I said, unconvinced. “I mean, I saw her running. I couldn’t really tell.”
    â€œAdrian, this was the exact day Raven told me that she could ignore the taunts, but
her sister couldn’t ignore them anymore,” Denise explained. “Ashley saw something,
Adrian!”
    I knew I had a blank look on my face. I still wasn’t convinced.
    â€œShe just ran down the hallway,” I said. “That doesn’t mean she saw a ghost.”
    â€œOkay. Watch this,” Denise said. She pulled out another DVD labeled Jason March 5 and played a video file on it. “Look at the boy with the basketball jersey on. That’s
Jason. This was right before his basketball practice.”
    Jason was talking to a group of guys. Once again, Robin walked right behind him and
slightly touched the back of his shoulder. It didn’t look as if Jason felt anything;
he just kept laughing with his friends.
    Denise fast-forwarded a bit more, then pressed Play. Jason was walking down the hallway
by himself, dribbling a basketball. He suddenly stopped as if he had just walked
into a glass wall. His head slowly tilted back as if someone had him by the neck.
He dropped the basketball, and slowly elevated from the floor. He was hovering above
the floor. Oh, my God ! What was going on? How was this possible?
    Denise pressed Pause, and looked at me. Was this some type of joke Denise was playing
on me? But she wasn’t laughing; she looked distressed and unhappy. After a moment,
she turned back to the computer and pressed Play again.
    Jason dropped to the ground holding his neck, gasping for air. He got up and took
off running. The video ended. We both sat there in silence.
    â€œWhat was that?” I asked, breaking the silence.
    â€œDo you believe me now?” Denise asked.
    â€œI don’t know,” I said, baffled. “I don’t know what to believe. I mean, there has
to be some type of explanation, right?”
    â€œThere isn’t one.” Denise shook her head. “After this happened to Jason and Ashley,
they weren’t the same. Their parents took them out of the school and we never heard
back from them.”
    â€œHas anyone else seen this?” I asked.
    â€œNo. I wanted to show someone, but I didn’t. I knew there was something going on
here, so I sneaked in here last year and looked through the footage. I took a few
video editing classes in college, so I converted the footage with some editing software
and saved it on DVDs. I knew it shouldn’t be deleted. This is all new to me, like
it is to you. This is only my second year here, Adrian,” Denise explained. “And since
Raven felt comfortable enough to talk to me, I didn’t want to betray her trust. These
videos aren’t enough evidence to accuse