On the early morning of October 1, 1997, Luke Woodham smothered his mother with a pillow, then beat her with a baseball bat and stabbed her to death. The 16-year-old then drove his mother’s car to his high school in Pearl, Mississippi and opened fire, murdering two female students, one being his former girlfriend and wounding seven others. Woodham is currently serving life for the three murders and an additional 20 years for each of the people who were injured.
Just moments before the shooting, he handed writings containing his motive and a will to a friend. It said:
“I killed because people like me are mistreated every day. I did this to show society push us and we will push back. Murder is not weak and slow-witted, murder is gutsy and daring. I suffered all my life. No one ever truly loved me. No one ever truly cared about me. All throughout my life, I was ridiculed, always beaten, always hated. Can you, society, truly blame me for what I do? Yes, you will. The ratings wouldn’t be high enough if you didn’t, and it would not make good gossip for all the old ladies. It was not a cry for attention, it was not a cry for help. It was a scream in sheer agony saying that if I can’t pry your eyes open, if I can’t do it through pacifism, if I can’t show you through displaying of intelligence, then I will do it with a bullet.”
“It is not an incidental fact that these shootings occurred at schools, rather than at some other location. Notwithstanding research findings suggesting that most schools do not experience serious forms of violence, the school day itself can present certain issues and risks. Not only do children congregate in large numbers while at school, thereby creating occasions for conflict, but the school setting can sometimes breed feelings of inadequacy, anxiety, fear, hostility, rejection, and boredom. For some vengeful or alienated children, school can represent an ideal place, both logistically and symbolically, for getting even or settling a score.”
(Source: The Will to Kill by Jack Levin and James Alan Fox)
So I busted open a locked door today. I just lightly rammed my shoulder into it and it opened. Then I tried to do it again later (last period of the day), after a fire drill, much more gently this time, not expecting anything, and it worked again. Turns out–this time–the door wasn’t locked. So that was fun, and as my friend put it, my “badass moment of the day.” The rest of the day passed as usual, got 106% in Math for the first marking period, go me; and me and Ms. Woodhams rocketed back and forth while reading our parts in the play the class is reading–The Crucible. I get the feeling we might have left the rest of the class in the dust. Upon my return home–which was sadly early, after getting to my bus, I thought about going to the library, but it was too late to switch to the other bus–I found a college brochure from R.I.T. Out of the hundreds of brochures I’ve received, this is the only one I really care about. I’m going to mail in the application ASAP, soon as I get everything in order and ready to go. Looking forward to a fun day tomorrow, I seem to be having a lot of those lately.
Random Fact #4: My best subjects are Math and Science (Which means Physics is amazing, seeing as how it combines the two.)
So about the door… This is outside of the journal, I just felt like adding on, so you’d get a better idea. Before Economics class 4th period (that’s around 10:30) everyone was waiting out in the hall. Our old teacher had changed to teaching at a college, and our new teacher wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to be in his usual room, or this one, no one had told him. So he was late, and the whole class was just waiting out in the hall. I got bored and me and one of the guys joked about busting it open, and we did the whole run-at-it-and-stop-just-before-hitting-it thing a few times. Then I decided to be stupid and just do it for real after he had stopped. I didn’t do it that hard mind you, I didn’t want to hurt myself, and I wasn’t actually expecting it to open. As you already know, it did. And I laughed. A few people in the class were like “Wait, did you seriously just do that?” and it was pretty funny. Luckily the lock wasn’t actually broken at all, just for some reason let me ram it open. So yeah, that’s the story behind the busted down door. It was simply amazing.
Savannah Woodham was scared away from the ghost-hunting business. While on one of her investigations, she overheard something she shouldn’t have. She was scared into silence. What she overheard was so dangerous, she knew that if she repeated it to anyone they’d both wind up dead.
Logan Mitchell, proud Cathedral operative, was sent undercover as her assistant to find out what she knew. They became close, but every time he tried to ask her about why she stopped ghost-hunting, she goes silent. He becomes annoyed and bored with his mission, only finding thrills out hanging up on people.
They’re in Kyoto, and Logan gets a call. It’s some random girl whom he proudly hangs up on. But then he realizes who he was speaking to. That was Nancy Drew, daughter of Kate Drew! He reports it to Cathedral immediately. They take record of the encounter.
It’s not too long before a certain terrorist group starts up again, and all agents out in the field are called in to fight them. Logan “quits” being Savannah’s assistant and goes to fight a secret war to save Scotland, and the world.
Savannah always suspected that Logan was more than what he said he was. When he left, she knew she’d never see him again. And she was right. According to Cathedral records, Logan M. was shot and killed after a run in with a terrorist cell.
The ex-ghost hunter was left without an assistant by the time she got the phone call from Wade Thornton. A few weeks later she sees the news story about the attempted attack on Glasgow, and all the pieces finally click into place.
Savannah Woodham wasn’t scared of a ghost. She was scared of Revenant.