The Freakies House (My 4th original Creepypasta)

Chapter 2-I'm used to it.

We found Julie standing in front of something. She looked at us and warned us that what we were about to see was terrifying. She flicked on her flashlight and our jaws fell open, even mine. Hanging from the ceiling, in the middle of the stair well was the body of a 12 year old boy, dead. He was looking down, just hanging there.

"I'll try to look at his face, just to see if he has other signs of suicide attempts." I said, walking up stairs. As I reach to raise the boy's head up, I jump back as the rope snaps, sending the boy down one floor. He hit the basement floor, causing a sickening crack to echo the halls of the now abandoned school. My heart was probably beating a 100 times a minute. Julie sighed as she began walking towards two large wooden doors at the end of the sixth grade floor's hallway. She pushed the doors open and flicked on her flashlight, because there was no natural light being let into that specific room. She gave out a loud shudder as she told us to come look at something. We walked up behind her and saw numerous bodies everywhere-various suicides....I saw one girl hanging from a basketball hoop. Written above her head were the words: UNACCEPTED. Was the girl not accepted to play in a sport just because she was female? Another body lay near a wall. A boy was lying there, hands to his chest. His eyes seemed to stare directly at me....white dead eyes. I saw something written above his body: HEART ATTACK. I saw a girl in another corner, she had a gun in her hand. Above her corpse were the words: BROKEN NECK. I looked up and saw a rock wall. Had the girl fallen off and broken her neck? That's all I could assume. Lance opened up a storage closet and saw equipment, broken and old. It looked like it hadn't been used in 20 years. He picked up an old hula hoop and it instantly broke. He was surprised at how old it was. Jack saw bloodied handprints on a nearby hallway, leading back around to the main hallway. There was a water fountain, a girls restroom, stairs leading to the cafeteria and back entrance of the library, and a hallway leading back to the classroom lined hallway. Jack said he saw a girls' corpse with her head in the water fountain. She was on her knees and her arms were on the floor. Jack noticed bloodied handprints. When he sniffed the air, he realized it was paint. He carefully lifted the girls' head out of the fountain and gave a disgusted look. The girl's mouth began to pour with water. Her eyes were tightly shut and then Jack looked at her hands. they were painted red. He bent down, picked up the girls' arm and put her hand to the red handprint only to discover that it was her handprint. He shuddered, realized that the girl had been drowned, but had her hands painted red. She had her hands on the wall, but he couldn't figure out how the girl was drowned. Sure, it was a water fountain, but it wasn't in anyway possible to have been the cause of a drowning accident. He then made up this strange scenario: maybe the bullies filled the girls' mouth to prevent her from screaming and then she had her head smashed into the water fountain, causing instant brain damage. I digress. Julie suggested that we went upstairs to the seventh grade floor to investigate. Jack suggested that we split up, to which Julie said yes. I decided to investigate the 8th grade floor with Julie. I walked with her upstairs as she and I turned on our flashlights. We began walking around. We saw more corpses. Julie tapped on my shoulder and pointed to sets of double doors marked 'auditorium'. We went inside and again had to use our flashlights because there was no natural light let in. I smelled something horrible as a few mice began to scurry by and I didn't care because Julie wasn't the one to freak out over mice and rats. She actually liked  mice, due to the fact she used to own them as pets. She and I walked up the aisle of seats and saw a corpse, with a split in it's forehead. It was still wearing a lanyard and I looked at it: Jean Samuel. There was a note in her lap. The girl was wearing a blue dress and matching blue shoes and had black hair, that was covered in blood. The note read: KILLED FOR BEING ISOLATED. I carefully lifted her head up, which was leaning back, so that she was looking at the ceiling. I immediately swallowed. She had blood drawn in a line on her forehead, which began to pour with brain matter, ew, and she had sewing needles stuck into both cheeks. Both needles head thread that was tied around her neck. Here eyes were open, and seemed to glow a little bit in the darkness, that were blue and seemed to have no color loss. I then realized that she was wearing contact lenses. I sighed as we moved closer to the stage. I pulled myself over a small stage expansion. I immediately yelped as there was a corpse in front of me. It was a boy and a girl. They both had bullet holes in their heads and they had eye patches on. The thing that was disturbing was the fact that the girl and boy were holding hands! The girl had short brown hair and the boy had shorter brown hair. The boy had blood pouring under his eye patch and the girl had bloody tears falling from her non-patched eye. The girl was wearing a fancy dress that was black. She wore a white cardigan that was long sleeved. She wore white tights and black high heeled shoes. The boy was wearing a white formal top under a black over coat with ruffles coming out of the top. He was wearing black pants and black tennis shoes. The girl and boy had lanyards nearby their heads. I looked at them to see what they read: Jeff Lawson and Eva Lawson. Julie said that there was something in the girls' hand: a camera. I turned it on, not expecting it to work, but to my awe it did. Julie sat next to me as there was a video already set to be watched. I pressed play, a little nervous. The video began with a girl and a boy, dressed fancily standing on the stage. The girl and boy began practicing a dance, a formal dance. They were alone, but there was some beautiful, slow dance type, piano music playing as they danced. All of a sudden, I heard a door open in the video and the girl looked genuinely afraid. The moment the song ended, the boy and girl looked forward and held hands, bowing. The moment they stood up, they were both instantly shot in the head. The two fell and the camera shut off, having died from low battery. What the hell did I just watch, was my first thought. I stood up as Julie and I walked towards the back off the stage. I saw a girl and an older man sitting in two black chairs, holding instruments. The girl was wearing a red worn out, short dress with red shoes and red flower in her hair. She held an instrument in playing position, with the instrument on her lap and her bow in the other, looking down at the floor. I carefully moved her hair out of her face to see her eyes were closed. There was a hole in the side of her head, a gun hole. I saw blood dripping out of the side of her lips. The older man was a teacher, most likely in his mid 30's, dead. He was dressed in fancy attire and was holding his instrument similar to the girl. He too was looking down, like the girl, but I could see that he had been shot as well as the girl. I saw their lanyards and Julie read their names: Cathy Anderson and Vixen Young. I shuddered as I saw blood on the back of the wall. Julie and I left the auditorium to meet up with Lance and Jack. When we reached the central hallway, we sat in a circle, lighting a candle.