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     "All the men stood there obviously scared shitless (how the reporter put it).  One of the reporter's friends, a police deputy, reached for the note when a horrible scream errupted through the building.  The deputy grabbed the camera and note and they ran out of the country club.  They didn't stop until they were outside the gates.  The deputy gave the camera and note to the reporter who then lept into his car and drove to the newspaper office.  he developed the pictures but was shocked to find all the pictures were blank.  He stood there shell-shocked trying to figure out why there wasn't any pictures.  He remembered the note and hurried to his car.  He found the note.  All it said was 'I don't like my picture taken, sir'.  No signature, no name. Thats when the rumors began that the country club was haunted." Nadia finished her story as the rest of us began to clean up the table.

     "I still can't believe that half the class backed out of this contest." Brandon said.  There were thirty-five kids in my class.  Only five joined the contest."No, wait more than half the class backed out."

     "You know ther all petrified of the club by what their relatives told them," Chelsea said,"They don't want anything to do with that building."  Chelsea is a brunnette with the blackest eyes you have ever seen.  She's the gothic in the class.  The one and only.

     "All right, Jackson, tell us the overlay of the country club." I said as we sat down.  Jackson was the class nerd.  He was a tall brown eyed, blonde haired geek. "And please say it in english. So we'll understand.