What Are You Afraid Of?

Brandon

First, was Brandon. He was in a random classroom. Room number 808 to be exact. He picked the lock, ran in, then shut it behind him, locking it once again. The classroom was pitch dark, the only light emitting was from the street lamp styled pole outside on the playground, with partial light from the moon. He could just barely see the outline of desks, and a cabinet. He was feeling his way around to hide in the corner of the room, that way no one would be able to sneak up on him from behind. He eventually reached the corner, sat down, and slowed his breathing down so it was dead silent in the classroom. He knew coming into a classroom was a bad idea. It was easy for someone to see you go into a classroom. He just prayed no one would find him. He knew he couldn't call the cops, because then they'd get in trouble for trespassing. Sure, they could lie and say they got chased onto the property, but then again, he's inside the classroom. Brandon was started to become uncomfortable. It was dead silent in the room, therefore creating suspense. He knew he couldn't make a sound, but he felt like the creature, whatever it was, already knew where he was, and was waiting for Brandon to make one small sound. Brandon frantically looked around the room as his eyes adjusted to the dark. The room seemed clear, but one classroom did lead to the one next door. He was scared to close his eyes for too long, in case of when he opened them, there would be someone waiting there for him. His eyes were burning. He blinked. He heard something move, but not a loud sound. It sounded as if something shifted an inch to the side. He blinked again. Another inch. Eventually, his eyes were burning so bad, he had to rub them. He felt as if his eyes were closed for too long by this point, and he was terrified to open them. He took a deep breath, gripped the side of his leg, and opened his eyes. Nothing was there. He exhaled and relaxed. He felt a little more safe. As soon as he relaxed, a creature fell from the ceiling, jabbed a knife through his throat so he couldn't make a sound, ripped his stomach open, and hung his intestines around the classroom like Christmas decorations. Brandon was dead.