There is no Billy! I kept on telling myself. There is no Billy! The pitch black darkness outside wasn't helping. It was a dreary winter afternoon and I was in my last period, history class. We were watching a film about the American Civil War. And my friend Alec was scaring the living crap out of me.
"Caden, you don’t know who Billy is?" my friend asked me, amazed how I didn't know about my school’s darkest legend.
"No, I actually don't," I replied stubbornly.
It was then when he proceeded to tell me the legend of Billy.
Billy lived in the 1920s and went to John Adams Jr. High. He was a simple boy, thirteen or fourteen years old, a country farmer. He ended up dying from an accident at the playground, and he reportedly haunted the school. He went on to say that if you don’t believe in Billy and his story, he’ll come and hunt you down. I didn't really believe him, but the atmosphere made me afraid.
"Look over there!" my friend loudly whispered to me. I looked where he was pointing and saw the gym. There was a window in the upper level, and as soon as I looked over there, the blinds snapped close.
"Did you see that?" I asked him.
"Yeah... I did. But there is no Billy," he uttered puzzled. "Everybody knows that that story is fake."
All of a sudden there was a rush in my head. I saw these old, black-and-white pictures of a teenager. Then I saw a pale white face with dark eyes and a creepy grin. I finally came back to my senses.
"What the heck?!" Alec whispered to himself.
"What?" I said.
"I just had a weird feeling, and then I saw some black-and-white photos, and then a scary face!"
"What?!" I said, puzzled. "I just thought that!"
"Whatever Caden, now you are just trying to scare me. There is no such thing as Billy."
That night I couldn't sleep. I thought that Billy was real. I mean, the pictures that flashed before me, the gym window… They were all evidence that there was a Billy. Alec may not have believed that there was a Billy, but after the weird things that had happened that day, there had to be, and with thoughts as uneasy as that, I was awake all night. Whenever I heard any slight noise, I would retreat underneath the covers. To come back out, I would have to tell myself that if there were a Billy, I believed in his existence so he couldn't kill me.
It was a long night, but finally it was over. But I hadn't slept at all. I was a zombie. I had to get out of bed at six in the morning and had to walk to school about half-an-hour later. Walking to school, it was still pitch black outside. All I heard was the wind blowing against my face. I was so scared. Billy may have been anywhere. I was looking all around me for almost every step I took. I felt like he was going to get me any second. I was getting more and more paranoid. He's gonna get me any second, I kept on telling myself. Then I felt something on my shoulder.
"Oh, God!" I screamed. I looked behind me and I saw Alec.
"Hi Caden. Are you scared or something?"
"No. Not at all," I lied.
After lunch, my friend and I went outside. We were the only ones out there, as the cold had probably allowed some to dismiss the idea of going out and getting some fresh air. Alec was making funny faces in a window when somebody was taking their test in Mrs. Hanson’s class. He took his face out of the window.
"Did she see you?" I asked Alec, referring to the student.
"No," he said. And he stuck his face back in the window.
"What... the heck..." he said. "She’s gone." He peered into the window a while longer and still saw nothing.
Then he yelled as loud as he could.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed, obviously terrified.
"What?!" I asked him, suddenly becoming more afraid too.
"Llllloooooooooookkkkk," he shuddered.
I saw a terrifying apparition: a pale, grinning face with deep, dark eyes. It was the Billy that Alec had described to me!
"Oh my God! Alec, Billy’s trying to kill you! You don’t believe in him!"
"Well, I believe now!" he shouted.