Prediction

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          He was making the biggest decision of his life. Once he melted the gold, there was no turning back. The words kept repeating in his mind, "you better bury me with my treasure." It felt like his head was going to explode with confusion. He turned his head and looked outside at the pounding rain beating against the window. He knew what he had to do.

          He slipped his raincoat off the hook where the rest of his jackets hung, and then he slid it on. The warmth from it immediately filling his body. Even though he doubted himself, he knew it was what he had to do to be able to sleep again at night. It had been four days since the death of Clarence Buchanan and Cody hadn't got any sleep since them. Every night he had nightmares of the cold, almost dead body repeating the words over and over again. 

          Cody finally gained the courage and left his cabin with the golden hook and ring, shivering in the pouring rain and getting goose bumps from the cabin door creaking shut. Not sure if he'll ever see it again, he ran. He ran and ran until finally he could make out Clarence's cabin through the rain that was making it almost impossible to see. He went inside and then realized how much this place reminded him of his cabin. Then he shut out the thought. He was on a mission and nothing could distract him.

          He searched the almost empty cabin, which was only one room, for the shovel he would use to dig up the body and return the treasure to it. The shovel couldn't be found anywhere. Not in the cabinets, under the bed, behind the curtain. It wasn't anywhere. He then realized there was one place he didn't check. The coat closet.

          He slid the door open with force because something seemed to be holding it back. When he finally manged to get it open wide enough that he could easily see inside, he found out why the door wouldn't open.

          Inside lay the dead body of Clarence Buchanan. Staring right at him. Cody screamed so loud that he couldn't hear. Then the whole world started to black out. That was when he went crashing to the ground, managing to slam his head on the corner of a bed, knock over a lamp, and spill a half drank glass of moldy water onto the floor. 

          To this day people in the town of Marshall say, that every April 21st, at 11:03, they can still hear Cody's scream coming from the forest. Loud and clear.