The Creeking Silence Of Age

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The Creeking Silence of Age
Mellanie Sabino

Our story begins during the time of King Arthur. A woman was running through the halls of a castle. No gaurds, no light, no candles. Only the light of the moon to light the way. The bang of heavy footsteps follow her every movement, gradually becoming faster and louder. Oh so louder and louder and louder per passing second. This woman knows what will happen. Though we cannot see her face, we know her realization of what time it is. Her name unknown to all, but she is no normal woman. She wears clothes of another time. She slows down to a stop. The footsteps stop behind her with a loud, 'SSSSCCCCRRRRRRREEEECCCCHHHH!' The man with the dull, blue eyes and the pointy-toothed Cheshire Cat grin smirks down at her. She closes her eyes knowingly, and they never opened again.

"Hey Alex!" shouted my friend, Nate.
"Hey!" I shouted back.
"Are you ready for the field trip today?" he asked.
"Yah. Are you?"
"Mhm. Well I have to get to class. Bye."
"Bye."
How rude of me. I'm so very very sorry. My name is Alexandra Dubri the III. Today, the whole of grade 11 is going on a mandatory field trip to some creepy, haunted ex-prison that has it's own island. I think it's called Alcatraz. Any way, I live in San Fransisco and I'm from Wales. I used to live in a little village called Garndiffaith. There was a man in the village who was pretty creepy-looking and he was always watching me. I feel like I've seen him here in San Fransisco, but I'm not sure. It's a pretty big city. Anyways, I have to leave now. We are loading onto the bus that is taking us to the ferry, which is taking us to Alcatraz.
It has been two hours since we have been traveling, but we are almost there. Actually, the ferry just docked and we are now unloading. There is a tour guide guy who looks strangely familiar. It's kinda of creepy because he reminds me of the creepy guy from Wales, but who knows.
It's actually pretty creepy in this place. It's really dark in here. I'm scared. The tour guide guy is behind us and I feel holes burning into the back of my head. Slowly, I come to a stop. I do not know what happened, but I am not with the group anymore. The tour guide guy isn't behind me anymore. It's eerily quiet. The only noise to be heard being water droplets in the pipe lines. All of a sudden, all I can hear are the screams of terror of my classmates and the sounds of metal on skin, bone on rock, and metal on metal. I start running and turn a corner. I run into something, or should I say someone. It's Nate. We scream, then cover each other's mouths. When we finally come to our senses, we hug.
"What's happening?" I sobbed.
"I don't know," replies my best friend. "Let's just get out of here."
We run out of the building and to the ferry. Our teachers are waiting at the ferry.
"What happened? Why do you look so scared?" asked Mr.Kipo.
"Let's just get out of here," I reply.
"We have to wait for your classmates."
"No use. They're dead."
The teachers don't look surprised or scared which is very unsettling.
"Okay."
When we get to land, the streets look almost empty except for the occasional person running. But not the daily runners who excersise. The ones who are running in fear. The bareness is unsettling for one of the United States Of America's most busy cities. It's always busy. But whatever. I have bigger fish to fry. When Nate and I get to my house, my parents aren't home which is weird. I turn on the T.V., but no shows are on. Literally. When I change the channel, all I see is static. I call my parents multiple times with, surprisingly, no answer. It's only then that I notice that Nate is not here anymore. I try calling him,but he doesn't answer. I go outside and nobody is in the streets anymore. I get a text from an unknown number saying, 'Too late. You are the only one left.'
So here is where our story ends.
The last person on Earth sits alone in a room. Then, there was a knock on the door.