The Hats in Mysteries.

The dead that left behind questions

FRANKLIN! FRANKLIN! WAKE UP FRANKLIN WHAT’S WRONG?”

Joe and Jan both ran to the collapsed body, shocked it several times while calling as loud as they could, tearing their throat in screams of fear

“FRANKLIN what’s wrong with you?! Wake up!” cried Joe but, the body didn’t move an inch. It was of a cheering student, classmate for the four J’s, the naughtiest student in plays and nude boy in studies.

He used to be so naughty that even when the teacher is strictly taking the class, writing in the black board with his/her back at the students, Franklin would sneak behind him/her desk and hid away the duster without making a slightest sound of moment. When the teacher would realize something is wrong he/she would scold the entire the classroom questioning who messed up during the lessons. The surprising scene, at this moment use to be, all the students would join to his joke. And the time would take his side. Either the ring of the bell would save Franklin’s action or a call from the staff. He was lucky lad.

 But, now here in present, when the four boys just paid the invitation to this nude he vomited blood and dropped dead on the floor without an expression of greetings.

 Starting at this conditions it may refer that Franklin might have been affected by some illness which no one had noticed it earlier and it kept killing him from inside in silence which resulted in this dreadful ending perhaps, something abnormal must have affected him or killed him leaving the poor boy suffer the death. There were lots of questions creating on the boy’s sudden death however; none of them had a suitable answer.

 “JOE!” cried Jan asking why wasn’t he answering? Why did this happen to him?

 On the other hand, Joe himself was dumb founded by this sudden dead. He didn’t have any reply but just silence. Behind him Jin with Jet were shocked too. Upon viewing this, Jin said, “This isn’t anything normal case. Something must have happened. What do you think Joe?” he asked the boy sitting near the body. He nodded at his friend’s question and finally spoke up,

 “I truly don’t understand what has caused his sudden death however, what Jin pointed out is really acceptable. It’s not any normal case, see this…” he picked up a piece of the yellow paper showing up. He explained the three boys that the question begins with this odd looking paper.

Normally, we use white paper or amber pages in our daily life no matter its school books or outside notepads. These types of paper are used by us but, this is bright yellow with an article of the famous statue of our city. Princess Rozarella not to mention, the notice of her pendent is gone missing all of a sudden.

The main theme to notice here is there is no station title. One may write ‘TIMES NEWS’ or ‘WORLD NEWS’ on top of a newspaper article showing their company’s name but, when Franklin showed us the yellow paper, there was no title branch, just a simple notice.

 “Which means, Franklin was involved in something different and hidden from our world? He wasn’t a simple boy living among us”

“WAIT?!” startled all the three boys out of their skin. It did say true words but there were objection in it.

 “Also the whole class didn’t talk about this” added Jet “out of thirty six students only one boy knew of it”.

“So, what’s in that, Jet?” asked Jin in puzzlement, “Perhaps, he’s the first one to know about it. He must have raced to it.”

 “It’s not that simple, Jin” replied back the boy beside him.

A newspaper in the Victorian ages is often printed out a day or two hours later after the incident is occurred and then the very next day the news spread around like fire. But here this news of the pendent missing haven’t even reached the ears of the teacher then then how did the dumbest nude of the class came up with the news first?

 From where did he get that news?

 And how was the paper in his palm?

 A long silence conquered the room.

 Everything what was judge by the boy named Joe was right about Franklin. He was the cheering boy but, not all the stuffs were the same as the class. There were things in the class that not all could do especially, that paper he suddenly brought, it must have something in it.

 The four boys were lost in their speech. They didn’t understand know what to say or what to discuss about. The main subject was dead mysteriously creating the surroundings around his friends in darkness of perplexing. Upon the silence, Jan stood up breaking the it, “If we want to learn more about our friend’s mysterious death we will have to dig more into his path”

“Your right, buddy” said Jin “It seem risky but, it also appears that Franklin died for us to enter his hidden world”

“He came specifically to us when the class room still had students in it” reminded Joe them of his action of running into the class straight to them.

 “The question remains should we carry out our shovels and dig into his path” asked Jet curiously reminding them that it could be dangerous. All remained silent.

 Should they do it?

 Should they investigate their friend’s dead and learn more?

Or should they ask the cops to open the case?

 No matter what path they take, danger will greet them from every side. The four boys were all silent, puzzled about what should be the right choice. While the silence was roaming inside the small square suddenly Jan yelled,

“Guys! Look at that!”

Jin, Joe and Jet gazed back at him who was pointing to the left side in terror turning him pale. His tip was towards the black board, when they looked at the board, a cold wind froze their throat in fear.

Out of nowhere a palm was out from the midair, no arms or body to support it, just palm writing on the black board with red chalk. When it finished it’s scrambling the palm vanished away into white dust leaving a message behind written in red,

“If you wish to learn for details….. Return to where you had begun…”