School of Hell

Chapter 13

Drake P.O.V.

We kept on digging through the old papers trying to look for clues. I couldn't find anything. Amy looked like she found something, so I decided to look at that book I found on the shelf. I walked over and instead of sitting on the shelf, it laid menacingly close on the floor. Confused, I picked it up frowning. How'd it get on the floor? I flipped it over to the cover, but there were no words. Hm, figures. I opened it to the front page, and it said, written in cursive, Ben's Journal. Woah. I started to read.

April 14, 1925

I'm only writing in this because Sarah told me too. Don't get any funny ideas. Anyway, things have been going fine lately. I've just been getting these nightmares about getting murdered. Sarah said it might help if I started writing them down.

The first one started once I started going to my new school. It felt like I was getting strangled, but I couldn't see anything, or whoever was doing it. I always wake up sweating, being awoken by my brother. He always says I start struggling and pulling at invisible fingers on my neck. He thinks I try to kill myself. I don't, and I know I'm not crazy. It's probably just a phase right? Wrong. It happened over and over. But each time I was dying in a different way. Drowning, getting strangled, falling off cliffs, being shot, even someone slitting my throat. And every single time, I can't see anyone. But I can feel a knife every time I get stabbed, feel hands pushing me off a cliff or holding me underwater, and can feel the bullet getting lodged into my chest. And once I've been through about every death I can think of, they started repeating. I get one about once a week.

I think I started this wrong. Maybe I should introduce myself first. My name is Ben Anthony Douglas. I'm currently 15 years old. I just moved to Fox Lake, Minnesota. I have a brother, Jake, who is 8 years old. I have a father. My mom died 4 months after my brother was born. She was a beautiful woman. I miss her a lot.

I met a wonderful girl at my new school. Her name is Sarah White. She's a very adventurous young lady. I think I might like her. A lot. She helps me with some of the bullies at our school. We were exploring in the forest when we found the cabin where your most likely reading this. It's beautiful on the inside and outside. It looked abandoned and it was close to falling apart but we fixed it up and made it our own little hideout. We also found some great looking pairs of shoes.

After reading that sentence, the cabin started to shake, and I looked around finding Amy, and dropped the book running over to her. She looked confused and scared.

"We should get out of here!" She yelled over the loud rumbling.

"Come on!" I said pulling her off the ground running towards the door. I tried pulling it open, but somehow it was locked.

"It's locked!" I said looking at Amy, scared.

"Let me try!" She said with a determined looking face, slightly pushing me out of the way. She gripped the knob tightly, and braced her foot against the door. It suddenly got bone chilling cold. I started shivering, seeing my own breath. What is happening! Then the whispers started. I was hearing them all around me, but I couldn't make out any words. I then froze, feeling two cold, dead hands gripping me on my shoulders. I gasped loud enough for Amy to make her look over her shoulder at me, her eyes widening in horror, and her mouth falling open. Then everything started to get fuzzy and black, the world fading around me. Before I went unconscious, I could hear Amy scream my name.

Amy P.O.V.

"DRAKE!" I screamed, pulling my hands off the door, but I was to late. He disappeared with that unfamiliar lady. It was horrific. She was bloody and had torn clothes on. Her eyes looked like someone burned them out. Her hair was a tangled mess. The look on Drake's face when she took hold of him was terrible. He looked so vulnerable and scared.