The Grad Night Party Killer

Locked In

"But I'm sorry for most of you, your lives end tonight."

Everyone looks around at each other in confusion. "Is this a joke," Marcus asks.

The voice stops, but the intercom is still on. The door to the hallway opens and Jennifer walks through holding something. "Okay, who's idea of a joke is this?" I suddenly realize what she is holding is a audio recorder. That's what the voice from the intercom probably came from.

"Jennifer, everyone was in here when whoever that was speaking over the speakers," Marcus says.

"Then who put his in the office and taped the on button down on the microphone," Jennifer asks.

"I did," the voice says over he loudspeaker. For some reason I think this voice is live. "And you should check on the items for the auction."

We all look at each other. We get up from what we're doing and head for the cafeteria. We all crowd the hallway. Meredith is the first to enter the lunchroom. "Oh my, God," she says. The rest of us enter and all gasp at the depressing site. All of the boxes are ripped open and everything is spread everywhere. TVs are on the floor shattered. The drawers are broken to pieces and scattered around. The inflatable beds are ripped and teared beyond repairing.

"Who would do this," Meredith asks.

"That doesn't matter who could do it," I say. "It only matters who did it."

"And what else are they capable of," Marcus asks.

"I see you found what I left for you," the voice says. "Eventually, you'll find what else I have hid for you."

"What does that mean," Amelia asks.

"It means we'll find out whoever that is capabilities," I say.

"Hey, what the..." A voice exclaims from the hall.

"Let's go see what that's about," Derek says. Bryan Stent, Derek's best friend, followed him into the hall. I join in. We turn down the hall to see Garret pushing on the door. "What's going on, Garret," Derek asks.

"The doors, they're stuck."

"What," Bryan rhetorically asks. He pushes Garret out of the way. Bryan. Pushes on the door but doesn't nudge it any farther than Garret could. "It won't budge."

I approach the door. I look through a window and see a bar interlocking the handles on the outside of the door. "It's not stuck, it's locked."

"Check the rest of the doors," Derek instructs. All four of us split up and check every door. The doors to the classrooms are open, but the doors leading to the outside are like the rest. I then try opening windows, bit they don't budge either. They're bolted down.

We meet back up in the lunchroom. "None of the doors are open," Bryan says.

"Someone also made sure the windows can't be opened," I inform.

"Then let's break the windows open," Marcus suggests.

"We can't," Meredith says. "The school replaced all of the windows with thick plexiglass. Not even a bullet can penetrate it.

"Then how do we get out," Michael asks.

"You don't," the raspy voice says over the intercom.