User blog:UnfortunateSon/There's Something Wrong With the Town's Electricity.

Rainier is an odd place. Western Ohio is quite the boring area - for the people living there, at least. In all truth it should've been considered a suburb of Cincinnati, but it had just crossed the population line required to be considered a "city," under state regulations. And thus, I was trapped in this "city" with nothing to do. I lived in a medium sized house with my family, which consisted of me - youngest son, my mother and father, and my older brother, Ethan. I was known affectionately known as Maury - a shortening of my name - Maurice. Life for me was messing around on my old horrible PC - we had just gotten steam for it and a majority of my day was spent playing Garry's Mod (that is, when it wasn't crashing). I was the main user of the computer as my older brother was much more of an athlete - he's the type that'd be placed into the "jock" social clique at school. Life seemed simple - and was. I wish it could've stayed that way - just me messing around with ragdolls in Garry's Mod.

Then it happened. I was up grossly past my bedtime - I easily decieved myself into thinking that I wasn't tired, even if I was. I heard a noist with no truly discernible onomatopoeia - I'd place it in both the category of "ZIP" and '"ZOOM." 'I ran to the window, and that is when I saw it. What seemed like lightning, zooming across the power lines that stood outside our yard. I was immediately concerned - I knew it couldn't be lightning or anything resulting from a storm - we were in the middle of summer, not to mention I hadn't heard or seen any rain or clouds. I had managed to convince myself it was simply an electrical fault - like a glitch in a video game. I went to bed soundly, only rustling in the covers for a few minutes thinking about the odd flash of light. That is until I woke up, just a few minutes before I had to get ready for school. I smelled something... off. I would later learn to associate this smell with burning flesh. Not just a light singe - full 3rd degree burns. I looked out the window and saw the body on the powerline.

It was a teenager, around my brother's age, wearing a school uniform. His lower half was horribly charred - he looked like a sculpture made of charcoal. His upper half was somewhat intact - and that's where the most traumatizing parts were. There was a vaguely circular hole punched in his chest - I can't remember that well, but I'd say it was around 3.5 inches wide (8.89 centimeters, for those not using freedom units). His face was the color of a bedsheet ghost - and his face matched. His mouth was twisted into an expression of horror - jaw dropped wide open, with some blood dripping from his mouth. I screamed for my parents, tears bursting from my eyes. The only time I'd seen a real corpse was that of my Grandfather's, and he died peacefully. Safe to say I didn't go to school for a few weeks.

News coverage was wide. The official story the police gave was that the teenager - Ryan Akerman, an associate of my brother's, was fooling around on the power lines late at night and had fallen on. No explanation for the 3.5 inch wide hole in his chest, or his face of terror. I tried to tell them about the flash, but they just brushed it off as my mind repressing what I had seen from the window. I had counseling during my time away from school, and they continued to repeat the mantra that I was simply repressing the events leading up to his death. Once I was back in school, however, the story spread around like wildfire. Rumors of the "electric phantom" surged (no pun intended) throughout the 8th grade.

TO BE CONTINUED.