I looked at the rubble surrounding me. This was the third abandoned building I had searched this week, my hobby was looking for old things. You could say I had a passion for them. They survive through so much such as these buildings. They have been left alone with nothing and nobody. Left at the mercy of people and earth itself.
I wondered through the maze of rooms. It was a building and I expect it was a school with the endless corridors. I wandered into the corridor with windows boarded up. I brought out my flash light from my partner in crime, my bag pack. I turned it on and scoped out my surroundings. Rubble was pushed to the wall as if people had walked through here already but it was clear of graffiti and any other signs of living. I pushed past a desk to get into a room. Light flooded from the window, it wasn't smashed but age had faded the surrounding paint on the wall.
I turned off my flash light and studied my surrounding area. Desks and chairs had sitting dust as if its never been touched but the where pushed around the room as if the students had got out in a hurry. On the wall was a chalk board, obviously old from the decay of wood on the side. I walked over, disturbing the sleeping dust and picked up a chalk piece from the floor. It had been split into two when dropped, I grabbed it firmly and it crumpled in my hand another sign of age.
I gazed at the board in wonder. They had been learning some maths from the equations on the board. Near the left hand corner there was rushed scribbled writing.
'Time is ticking'
I shook my head at this hipster like graffiti and turned to walk away. In the corner of my eye I saw a figure. A little girl. I quickly whipped my head around to see nothing. It must have been my imagination, just a figment. I quickly proceeded out my room feeling jumpy from my illusion.
I walked forward, torch in hand yet again awaiting something new to explore in this school. I came across a hole in a wall. Parts of it littered the floor with colours splashed onto it of yellows and browns, an odd combination. I tried the door close to the hole to see it was locked. Intriguing me I walked further through the hole. Around me stood rows of raised tables and stools. In the corner of the room stood a yellowed biology skeleton with many parts littered around it not yet put together. Age had corroded the room along with the light; wooden tables broke when I lent on them splintering apart and leaving me standing in a pile of decaying wood. In cupboards and on top of draws stood jars of different pieces of animals and humans. Taking a closer look I saw that they were labelled, names.
I backed away in horror. Either the science teacher had a twisted sense of humour or... I don't even what to think what it could be. I saw names of girls and boys alike. Alex and a hand; Georgia and a foot; Casey and a, what was that? I gagged at the sight of eyes and a tong mixing with the chemicals in the container. I turned and saw rats nibbling at the skeletons. I walked forward and saw how small they were. They looked like they belonged to a ten or thirteen year old. I leaned closer to the one closest to me and saw that its right hand was missing. I chill went through my spine and I turned around and saw nothing but shadows being cast from the objects around the room.
I quickly ran to the hole in the wall and carried on down the hallway. My desire to adventure overcame my fear urging me to carry on. I heard giggling behind me and I turned round abruptly seeing nothing again. Assuming it was other people deciding to adventure.
I came up to a locker room door slightly cracked open and proceeded to walk through. Clothes were strung up on the hangers or thrown everywhere. Another door stood at the end of room with a logo for swimming stuck on it. I walked through and opened the door with ease but abruptly stopped at the sight. Around the top pipes lined the ceiling, from the pipes hung ropes with bodies attached. Some bodies were mutilated. Others slowly rotting away. The pool below had bodies in the green puddles of water. My eyes stung with the smell of the rotting corpses.
