Franklin High School - Molecule Yearbook (Franklin, VT)

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11 Mrs. Jackson’s nerves quivered like violin strings every time she heard a strange sound in the squeaky old house. Doors banged shut mysteriously and shutters groaned in the wind. There were strange sounds in the attic at night scrapping rasping, grinding sounds. One afternoon while Ron was in town and she was cleaning the upstairs bedrooms she heard her little girl screaming. In her frantic haste she mistook the sound to be coming from outdoors only to realize as she rushed into the yard that it came from the dark, grimmy, o3d cellar. She rushed down into the unused cellar, nearly falling on the rotten stairs. She found her daughter in a state of shock, staring at the open mouth of an old closet where a huge skelton was hanging by rusty chains to the back of the closet. It was nearly seven feet tall and had, by the grotesque way that it hung, died slowly and in a terrible manner. The police identified the grim spector as the huge Negro servant the Randids kept to keep visitors away. He had not been seen for a full year before old Josh has been hanged but it was his written testimony mailed to the police that had started the investigation of old Josh. Ron and his wife and child built a small house in town and for years nobody went near the old RandLl' house. The many years later, on a dare, a group of brash young teenagers went to investigate the old place. The house had rotted to the ground and the grounds were grown over with bushes and briars, but in the back of the old ruins they found a rectangular space as clean and neat as if someone wepetaking care of it. In the center of this clearing was a little pond. They moved to the edge of the water and one of the girls gave a percing scream and pointed out into the water; there before their eyes, ris- ing out of the water, was a large, bloodly, gory hand. Morgan Wright ’61 ♦ ♦ ♦ Robert M: I got hurt on the baseball field the other day. David M: How? Robert M: I fell off the bench. Mrs. Benjamin: Who were you with last night? Herman: I was just riding around with some of the boys. Mrs. Benjamin: Well, the next time tell them not to leave their hairpins in the car. Alice: My room is decorated in French Provincial style. Barbara: Mine is in Japanese Modern. Donna: Well, mine is in Contemporary Disorder. Docotr: I’ve examined you thoroughly; All you need is a rest. Miss Gates: Why, doctor, I’m sure I need medicine. Look at my tongue. Doctor: Yes, that needs a rest too.

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