Indiana Jones and the Curse of the Blair Witch

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Posted by IndyAntilles from spider-we022.proxy.aol.com on August 03, 1999 at 07:02:03:

Just a small sample to see if anyone is interested in this.
It came about after my friends on a SW forum got hyped about the Blair Witch Project movie. This is its 'prequel'. I got good review from everyone I showed it to, so far. Enjoy!

Prologue


Barnett College
Two Days before Halloween
1940

It had been several minutes since the bell rang to announce
the end of another school day. Indiana Jones sat at his desk,
assembling the myriad of different term papers and class reports
scattered upon his desk. Out of the corner of his eye his caught the
shape of a human figure in the doorway of the classroom.
ėMay I bother you for a minute, Indiana?î the man, Dr.
Leonard, asked.
Indy looked up at him. He wasnít wearing his usual suit,
and he carried a suitcase in his left arm. ėOf course you may
Richard. Your vacation starts today?î Indy said in a friendly tone.
ėActually tommorow. But the train leaves in ten minutes,î
Leonard smiled. ėI canít wait to get back to Burkittsville. I havenít
been there for years.î
ėYour hometown?î Indy asked.
ėNot much of a town as a village. Just under two hundred
people. A quaint little place. Quite placid. You should visit
sometime,î Richard said.
ėYeah. I could use one. But I already used up most of my
vacation on that trip to Halicarnassus,î Indy said.
ėYouíll have to tell me that one sometime,î Richard said,
smiling, ėif itís as half as interesting as the others.î
ėSo, that part of your costume?î Indy asked, pointing a
finger at the green bauble hanging around Richardís neck.
ėOh, this,î Richard said, lifting it from his chest with his
right hand. ėNo. Actually, itís part of my sonís costume. You
know, Gary.î
ėYes,î Indy said. Indy knew that Gary was the real reason
Richard was going to Burkittsville. He hadnít seen his son in years,
since his split with his wife. Richard rarely talked about Gary, but
shared the information with Indy, as some sort of payback for all
those tales that indy told of his ėfield workî.
ėItís called the Jaded Eye,î Richard said, pride in his voice,
ėitís been in my family since at least the 1800s, maybe sooner. It
has always been passed down to the firstborn. Since my sonís going
as a wizard this year, I thought Iíd give him this as a pendant of
protection.î
ėMay I see it?î Indy asked.
ėOf course,î Richard replied, taking the gem from his neck
and handing it to Indy. He pulled out a magnifying glass, and
scrutinized it.
ėWhy a pendant of protection?î Indy asked, curious.
ėOh. My son is still afraid of the legend of the Blair Witch.î
ėBlair Witch?î
ėYeah. A local legend of a witch that cast a curse on the
nearby woodland. Supposively thereís been some murders
perpetrated by the witch, but, like I said, legend. Every New
England village has at least one. But I thought that giving him this
would calm some of his fears.î Indy nodded, directing most of his
attention at the Jaded Eye. ėIt is a quite a specimen, isnít it?î
ėYes. The carving of the eye is exquisite. A masterful work.
Your family has kept it in pristene condition.î Indy handed the
bauble back to Richard.
ėThank you.î Richard placed the Jaded Eye back around his
neck. ėNow then. I came here for a spicific reason. Iíve arranged
for an alternative for my class for the next few days. I her your
name as a reference, in case she as any problems. Is that okay?î
ėThatís fine, Richard. Glad to help,î Indy said.
ėAlso, hereís the number of the only phone in Burkittsville,î
Richard handed Indy a small scrap of paper. ėI gave it to the dean,
as well, but I thought that my sub might come to you for help, first.
As for Dr. Leonard.î
ėAlright,î Indy said, shoving the piece of paper into his
pocket.
ėWell, thatís about it,î Richard said, looking at his watch.
ėAnd Iím already late. Iíll see you Monday, then, Indy.î
ėAlright, Richard. Have a good time,î Indy said.
Richard quickly left, making up for lost time. Indy was
alone, once again, facing a pile of papers. Indy sighed, sitting back
down in his chair and picking up the paper nearest him, and began
reading.
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