Free Whispers in the Dark by Chase J. Jackson

Robin of anything. I mean, all she did was
touch those students’ backs.”
    â€œYeah,” I said, shaking my head.
    â€œBut there’s something going on at this school. I know there is,” Denise insisted.
“So maybe you can help.”
    â€œMaybe I can,” I said, uncertain. “Do you mind if I take these DVDs home and look
at them a little more? I’ll bring them back tomorrow.”
    â€œSure,” Denise agreed, then ejected the DVD and handed me both of them.
    What had happened was frightening, more frightening than anything I’d ever seen on
TV, because it was—it looked—real. Dorian was right! There was something about Robin
that wasn’t normal.

Chapter 6
    T hat evening, Lea and I sat on the bed looking at the footage. She was just as stunned
as I was, her hand cupped around her mouth as she watched Jason elevate into the
air.
    â€œSo nobody has seen this?” Lea asked.
    â€œNobody,” I replied. I kept rewinding it back to Jason first being lifted up.
    â€œAre you going to show anybody?” Lea questioned. “I mean, you have to show somebody.
A priest, a rabbi, somebody! I don’t want whatever it is at that school coming back
here to this house.”
    â€œMaybe I can show Robin’s parents this,” I suggested. “They’re the ones who need
to know what’s going on with her.”
    â€œYeah, baby, do that,” Lea agreed. “But can we stop looking at it? It’s really creeping
me out.”
    â€œOkay,” I said, before taking one long last look at Jason suspended in the air.
    I arrived early to school and got the keys from Denise so I could go back into the
security room. As frightening as the video of Jason was, I had to see it again. I
really wanted an answer as to what I was looking at. How was I going to approach
Robin’s parents with this footage? Did Raven know Robin could do this to people?
Should I show it to Raven?
    â€œKnock knock,” Denise said, knocking on the door. “Still trying to figure it out,
huh?”
    â€œYeah, I’ve never seen anything like this,” I told Denise. “I’ve seen this in movies
and TV shows, but not in person. We have to do something with this footage. We have
to show someone.”
    The warning bell rang. The small security room was silent as we both watched the
live shots from the various cameras across the school.
    â€œLook, there’s Robin now.” I pointed to the top monitor, labeled Monitor 1 . “I’m
sure she’s headed to my class.”
    We both watched her move from Monitor 1 to Monitor 2, which displayed the live shot
from the hallway where my classroom was. Just watching her move through the hallway
was unsettling to me. How could one student bring such fear to a class? How could—
    â€œLook!” Denise yelled out. “She just touched someone! Did you see that?”
    The male student that she had touched was busy talking to a group of guys, and didn’t
seem to feel her hand run across his back. It was Dorian.
    â€œThat’s Dorian!” I said.
    Fearful of what would happen next, I gripped the edge of the desk and didn’t look
away. Dorian left his group of friends, then walked down the hallway, out of frame
from the surveillance camera.
    â€œWhere did he go?” I asked, looking at the other monitors.
    The final bell rang. All the monitors showed students heading to their classrooms.
    Nervous about what could possibly happen to Dorian, I told Denise, “I’ve gotta go
find him.”
    â€œWait, look! There he is!” Denise pointed to Monitor 6, which showed Dorian looking
at something in the distance. “What is he looking at?”
    We frantically looked at all the monitors. The hallways were empty now.
    â€œLook!” Denise yelled. Dorian was running, and ran back into frame on Monitor 2,
where my class was. Dorian stopped and was suddenly picked up by his