Prompt: YAFantasy: On the eve of Halloween, you and a group of friends decided to explore your haunted boarding school after curfew. In a dusty classroom you stumble upon a painting collection which seems to call out to you. The paintings were made to trap spirits which are now calling out for help, and it is up to you to find out what dark secrets the school is hiding.
SOMETIMES I REALLY DID HATE THAT I AM AN EASILY convincible person. My mom used to tell me how it would get me in trouble, but I never believed her.
Now I am reaping the consequences of ignoring my mother's warnings.
Of course, my friends decided that exploring our boarding school after curfew would be a brilliant idea. And I, being the ever loyal and faithful friend followed them in. But now that I'm alone I was regretting it.
Despite the name Garden Grove Academy, it's a pretty creepy place.
My mom has a job that has her travel a lot so to make things easier for us (slang for easier for her), she sent me to this boarding school. Her job paid well enough for her to completely pay for my studying here.
Anytime she asks me about the school I find myself lying and saying the place is amazing. In truth I hate it here.
The only nice thing would be my friends. Everything else here sucks.
Which is how I ended up in this situation to begin with.
"It'll be fun, and I promise you'll enjoy it, Rosie." Jeana had been the one to promise that and she was the first one I lost sight of.
The rest of them disappeared as well leaving me walking down a creepy hallway by myself. I didn't know where the exit was so now, I'm just aimlessly wandering until I find it.
I'm not sure what exactly led me to an empty dusty classroom but one moment I was in the creepy hallway and the next moment I'm in an empty classroom.
Most of my classes are around the same place. Which meant I don't explore this school often.
But this classroom didn't look anything like the others I've been in. For one it's dusty. All the classrooms in the school tend to be clean and not look abandoned like this one.
The chairs and desks were scattered throughout the classroom. I wrapped my jacket tighter around me as I began walking around the classroom. I'm not sure what my goal is but something seems to be keeping me in here.
I found myself heading towards the back of the classroom. There were two rectangular objects in the back with a blanket over them. My body seemed to go onto auto pilot and brought me over to them. I grabbed the blanket before removing it.
I'm not sure what I was expecting to be under there, but paintings aren't it. Two paintings were underneath the blanket. I take art class and nobody in there paints as nice as they are. The paintings are so realistic.
The one on the right side is of a young girl with blonde curly ringlets. She looks sad in the painting. The other one is of a man with soft eyes and bright ginger hair. The paintings look so realistic that I found myself bending down to admire them more.
Something about these paintings is calling to me and I couldn't figure it out.
It wasn't until the eyes of the little girl began to follow me that I freaked out. I stumbled backwards and began backing up when I noticed the eyes on the paintings were following me.
The eyes weren't malevolent though. If anything, they seemed desperate.
"Don't go."
A normal person would've sprinted like hell out of that classroom. But I didn't. Instead, I got up and went back over to the paintings.
