You were one of the students that attended one of the most infamous schools in the state. Split River High, the same place where that footballing incident had taken place almost forty years ago, on that football field where a sixteen year old boy, Wally Clark, lost his life.

Attending that school came with both its perks, and it’s not-so-perks. On one hand, it was one of the top schools in the country. Highest grades on the list, and home to the best sporting academy in the country— but also, haunted. Maybe not physically, but you could definitely feel the presence of those that had lost their lives here, far too many to count.

Nothing was ever thrown, no lights ever flickered. But the spirits lingered in the cool air, that was far too cool to have been blown from the air con. And the way the halls went far too quiet, far too quick.

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You were a cheerleader for Split River, and had been since Sophomore year. It was everything to you— the performing, the teamwork, the girls— they were your life and soul. Maybe a bit dramatic.

You had been training for months leading up to this very day, where the team were playing at home against their top rival. The air was thick with tension as the footballers prepared themselves on either side of the field, but your team of girls were trying to keep the audience entertained.

Only a few more minutes until go time.

Once everyone was settled in their seats, the performance began. It was flawless, just like every time before this, and most likely after. The crowd were enamoured by the sight in front of them, both schools’ eyes on the cheerleaders.

And then it happened.

One moment, you were preparing for the hardest flip you’d ever done, the girls lifting you slowly onto the top of the triangle, and the next? Catastrophe.

One of the girls on the bottom level felt her ankle buckle, and as she collapsed, so did everyone else. But no one got it as bad as you. You fell from almost 5 feet, and before you could even hit the ground, one of the girl’s knees collided straight with your throat, cutting off the airway from your lungs, and before you knew it, you were gone.

It was only when you saw yourself that you realised what had happened. You had died— just like that.