The Cardboard Box's Unsolved Mystery

2. Kidnapped

The class stood motionless. No one dared to speak, move or even breathe. Outside, kids ran around, their laughter muffled from the closed windows. The atmosphere in the room was a massive contrast to the playful loud noises outside. A thick, eerie silence filled the dismal room. The air suddenly seemed suffocating and heavy, weighing down on everyone. Ammon, the boy holding the toy dog, dangled it from the string like it was a dead rat. His brown hair was damp with sweat and his hands trembled. Slowly putting the dog back in the box, whispers and murmurs broke out in the room. He examined the toy dog closely, ignoring the soft talking around him. The dog was made of plastic, and its white and black paint shone in the light. It was slightly cracked and yellowing, but other than that, the toy was fine. Large, round, black eyes stared off the distance, the eyes unblinking and cold. Ammon had never seen such an innocent toy look as menacing and scary as this one. He closed the box carefully, not wanting to disturb the haunted toy. Haunted? Ammon thought, that's ridiculous. There's an explanation for this, obviously. The voice in his head wasn't as confident as he would've liked. A tall girl stepped up from the rest of the class. She swayed her hips and her long brown hair swung behind her like a curtain. Ammon grew nervous as she approached him. Reaching out with a ring covered hand, she grabbed the box and held it above her head. "What are you all scared of?" she scoffed, her gum squelching between her teeth. "It's nothing but a dumb toy, and you all are making such a big fuss." She threw it aside and laughed, walking out of the room with another girl who chattered noisily with her.

It seemed most of the class wasn't convinced. Nobody else left the room. They were excited by the scene and curiosity and fear kept them inside.
"It surely couldn't have been wound up beforehand."
"There's no such things as ghosts though."
"Are you kidding? My Grandma's house was haunted."
"Did you see how scared the teacher was though?"
"You know, as much as I hate Fiona, she might be right. It's nothing that big."
"This is awesome as! This very classroom could be haunted."
"That toy was definitely haunted."
A girl, unnoticed by the class, walked slowly to the box and picked it up carefully. Her blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail and her blue eyes sparkled excitedly. "Guys, do you realised how great this is?" she said, her soft voice growing more excited by the second. All eyes were now on her. Ammon was surprised by her enthusiasm. Her name was Ruby, and she was new to the school. Like most newbies, the blonde girl was quiet and shy, but this was obviously bringing out the confident side of her. "We, a class, have experienced something unreal, something strange and mysterious, and there's no denying it. Something happened in this very class that no person, teacher or scientist could explain. That is why it is up to us to figure this out." Her eyes gleamed and her smile grew wide. Some kids looked at her like she was crazy. Most were determined, unsure, scared and serious. However, every person in that room was curious. "Tell nobody what happened" she whispered, "just keep this to ourselves, ok?" Ammon thought she was a little strange and was taking this a bit far, but none the less found interest in the incident. Along with a few other people in the room, he nodded his head slowly, not taking his eyes off the brown, ordinary shoebox in her hands.

"What's up?" Ammon wiped the mayonnaise he had just dropped on his shorts with a frown on his face. Ammon was usually a neat person, and he hated getting my clothes dirty. All lunch the only thing he could think about was the strange event that happened in the classroom. Each time he replayed the memory, it got weirder and weirder. "You look sort of pale. Are you sick?" Ammon wasn't in the mood for talking, even to his closest friend Kyle, but sighed and gave a short reply. "Yea I'm fine, history just sucked." Ammon wanted to tell him everything, absolutely everything, but something held him back, he just didn't let the words on the tip of his tongue go loose. Maybe I should wait a day. I will tell him later. "Dude, it looked like a bird just plopped its poo on your shorts." Kyle's voice was high and his laugh was childish, a factor many girls found cute. Kyle found it annoying and 'unmanly'. Ammon gave him a playful shove and laughed to himself. Kyle knew Ammon hated the stain and it was going to bug him for the rest of the school day. "It looked like a bear just clawed your hair for dear life. Oh wait, that's what it usually looks like." Ammon waited patiently for Kyle, who wasn't so bright, to catch on. Kyle's hazel eyes grew wide and he pushed Ammon off the seat, who couldn't stop laughing. Kyle was pretty strong and tough for a short guy. "Hey!" he cried. Kyle loved his curly blonde hair more than anything in the world. Every window and mirror that he passed, the vain Kyle would run his fingers through his hair, making sure everything was in place. "Oh great!" Ammon mumbles. Brown smudges stained his grey school uniform shorts, making them unbearable to look at. Holding back a laugh proved to be difficult for Kyle. Luckily for him, the bell rang. Using it as an opportunity to escape, he skipped away with a toothy grin, his curly hair bouncing in the wind. "See you after school Ammon!" For a twelve year old, he is pretty immature, Ammon thought as he shook his head with a smile.

Ammon tried his best not to run to his next class. He was always the first one to English and he hated standing outside the library by himself. Books were like his second best friend. Fighting the urge was hard however, and soon he was scurrying awkwardly around people like he desperately needed to go to the toilet.

Once inside the library, the snobby librarian stuck her noise in the air as she inspected the class. To her, children were grubby brats that should be banned from touching books with bare hands. Ammon scanned the room with his deep, dark eyes, looking for kids that were in the class with him before. A few faces he recognised. Some kids looked troubled and pale, others looked completely fine. Fiona looked as calm and natural as ever. She picked at her dark blue nails, wanting to be anywhere else but where she was now. Ammon zoned out as the teacher droned on in her posh voice about the rules of the library. "...and don't forget, be careful with books! Now go and look for a book to read. Don't run you fool!" As the kids slowly got out of their seats to walk aimlessly around the library, Ammon shot straight to the non-fiction section, looking for books about reptiles. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, taking in the smell of books. The older the book, the better the smell. He quickly looked around, hoping no one saw him as a blush crept on his face. Don't get caught sniffing books! You already look crazy enough taking them to the toilet with you. Ammon mentally smacked himself.

Walking sideways with his eyes fixed to the books, something suddenly grabbed Ammon from behind, covering his mouth and muffling his panicked scream.He struggled helplessly, desperately trying to get free. Whatever grabbed him was taking him deeper and deeper into the library where nobody ever went. I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Breathing was becoming difficult as the hand tightened around his face. The box. The toy. It clicked.Everything suddenly made sense to Ammon now. The toy was cursed, and now it had come after him and soon everyone in the history class to kill them all. I can't die this way! He squirmed and twisted but nothing could fight back the powerful figure that had latched its claws into his shoulder. Fear squeezed his chest and his heart pounded loudly.The food in his stomach churned as he tried to ignore the smell blood on the hands of his kidnapper. Thoughts of children crying out in agony and flesh being torn apart like present wrapping paper flew into his mind. Ammon felt as if the walls of books that towered over him were going to tumble over and trap him inside the abandoned part of the library. Ammon reached out desperately, with his last glimpse of hope, to grab a book as a weapon against the creature that was dragging him further and further backwards in the aisle. His fingertips brushed past a thick book, but he was suddenly shoved into a wall, his chest pressed up against the cold material. Out of breath and panting heavily, Ammon tried to escape but felt his arms tighten behind him and a strong grip hold them in place. His kidnapper pushed against him, so that its hot breath brushed against Ammon's neck. This is it, this is really how I'm going to die.

Sooo... Hope you like part two :D It was fun to write.
Also, please tell me if I have any errors, cheers!