Chapter 5. Psychics Awakening (2)

Aires’s POV

It was seven in the evening when we arrived at the place where we had camped together with the others during the school trip. The place was quiet and scary for just three friends who had no business being there at an hour like that. We settled down to do our homework in one tent, which was mine, because I was the opposite of fearless. After we were done, we shared the pizza, which we bought on our way at Rachel’s, the number one stop pizza joint situated on the outskirts of town about an hour’s drive from here and two hours’ drive from home.

“What do they say this place is?” I asked the two who had lived in Rocksville much longer than I had.

“No-man’s-land!” Elena answered, looking over her shoulder at Jason. I could swear she was expecting him to disagree.

“Why are you giving him that look?” I chuckled.

“This was a part of Rocksville until about fifty to hundred years ago I was told,” Jason began, “until a war caused the town’s dwellers to