“Is she okay?” I nudged Roxxy. We were now standing in a rather gloomy corridor, at first we believed this was a dream but it feels all too real to and from the point that we woke up in this place... we've seen more blood here than we have in our entire lives. “I don't know, Jack. What is she saying? It sounds like she's drunk -giggle-” a girl around the age of 15 stood in the corridor facing the wall, her uniform was different to ours but none-the-less a uniform. She had dark brown hair from what I could see, it was held up on top of her head with various hair clips as she muttered to herself in a stale voice. “Can't go forward. I must go back. Can't go forward. I must go back.” she repeats this over and over again, blood trickled from her mouth while she spoke. “We should leave her, jack. And besides, I'm hungry. Let's try to find some food in this place.”, “Okay.”.
Roxxy didn't seem bothered in this place, she was her usual spiky self. Nothing really bothered her unless it involved food and as a girl I really don't know how she keeps her thin frame. “What's with this uniform do you think?” I asked, it's not like we wore much before we went to sleep and now we're back in our school uniforms although, I'm not complaining, it is pretty cold in these damp corridors. “I don't know, but these shoes are pretty comfy, whoever planned this... Thank you for the shoes.” she wasn't wrong either, the shoes gave you a bouncy step and they sported an ultra soft interior.
“Hey Jack... Have you ever seen My Little Pony?”, what? Why would she be asking me this now... “I find talking ponies with magical powers irritating, they should just stick to what they're good ad, eating grass.”, “Oh.”. I didn't know if she was a MLP fan or not, but that show has fans crawling over the internet, infecting the rest of humanity with that nonsense. “How about Pokémon? Have you seen that?”, “Who hasn't.”. I mean, if you haven't seen Pokémon, I feel sorry for you unpurified soul. Although, I don't know why she's asking these questions now, I guess there isn't much to do in this school but to explore. We were strolling down a corridor as the air began to grow thick and a stale smell hit our curious noses. “Say, Jack.”, “What now?” I guess she was in a talking mood today? “Do you think that drunk girl will be alright?”, “... She'll be fine.”.
We conversed in small talk for the best of 5 minutes before we came to a door with a huge red x painted in red, writin scoured the walls outside of the room, at first creepy writing was written on the cracked walls “If you see him don't run. If he sees you...” the writing became too eroded to read, although there were simplistic pictures on the wall, seemingly written with whatever materials were available. It was an extremely huge guy standing over a stick person screaming for help. “That's... graphic.” Roxxy seemed curious to open the door though. “We shouldn't open it...” I called out to her but by now she almost had grasp of the dirty, sticky door handle. “Eww, gross! It's all sticky.”, bizarre as it was, a foul smell radiated from the room, it was almost like the smell of a cheese sandwhich that's been rotting away for half a year, although a lot stronger. “Where do you think we can find the cafeteria? We've been wandering around here for a while now....”
We were on the 3rd floor of this huge building at the moment, and judging through the windows, this building could go upto 15 stories high. Now, usually the cafeteria would be on the ground floor, right? I just had to find the staircase or a working elevator although, in this gloomy setting an elevator does seem like a bad choice. “Hey... Jack. Do you watch Horror films?”, “Sometimes...” We came to an intact staircase, it looked safe to pass down and so we did. The walls were cracked down nearly every corridor, the floor slightly dusty with cracks and every so often big chunks of the floor seemed as if it had been ripped out. The staircase to the ground floor was completely missing, and a corpse lay at the bottom. “Maybe they fell?” claimed Roxxy.
“Oh... Rox! Your nose...”, I haven't looked directly at her for a while now, although she moved infront of me to pass down the stairs, all I could think about was how nice her legs looked, she always pulled her skirt up quite short too... which gave an arousing view of her thighs and being a guy, who would resist the chance to look? “M-my nose?” she rubbed the dribble of blood from her face with the dark sleeve that dressed her arms. “Aaah! I'm bleeding... I guess it's my time of the month, right? Ah-ha-ha-ha.” she didn't seem right, but I just brushed it off with a response of fake laughter. “Look.. we need to find another staircase... there is one, right?” I was met with silence though.
“Roxxy?”, I couldn't hear her well, but she seemed to be talking to herself in an almost quiet tone. -clang clang- the sound of something clanging against metal sounded in the distance. “What...?” Roxxy came back to us as the sound drew slowly near.
A small voice echoed throughout the halls and a girl around the same age as us peered out from the shadows. She had long black hair and wore a similar uniform although ragged. The girl stumbled out of the darkness whilst clutching her stomach which seemed to be leaking a dark substance, tears flooded her eyes. “Ru... Run! R-” suddenly a hand ¼ the size of the girl herself, grabbed her from behind. She gave a quick gasp as the behemoth came out from within the shadows. “What. The. Fuck?!” is all I could muster, this guy... he stood at around 7ft, he was quite fat, wore nothing but rags and seemed to carry an axe with him. “Ru-” is all the girl could scream out before she began screaming herself, the behemoth brought his other hand forward, sliding atleast three of his fingers in the girls mouth, latching onto the top of her jaw whilst his right hand then did the same, latching onto the bottom of her jaw and with that, all the girl would do was scream. A screech painful to hear filled the hallways as he began pulling his hands apart, ultimately beginning to rip apart the girls jaw. Flustered screams escaped the girl, terror mixed with an eternity of pain smashed into my earlobes, “AAAAAAARGH”.
All I could do was watch in horror as her mouth began to rip at the the skin, blood unhesitatingly began to flow and spit from her mouth as the skin ripped apart, giving her a chelsea smile at first, I could hear the bone cracking -crack kkk kragh- then the flesh tearing had its own special effect, it was a sight that you'd only want to see once in your life, I could see her pinkish tendons and liquidising ligaments ripping apart. Muscle that held the jaw together also tore. “Jack! We have to...” I was in shock though, blood puddled the floor beneath the girl as her terror-driven screams echoed through my head and before I knew it, the behemoth had successfully ripped the top half of the girls head apart. The sound of bone cracking and flesh tearing sounded as the screams died. The girls blood soaked body fell to the floor with a 'thump' whilst the top of her head remained in the behemoths palms. “Hehe... hehehe... hehehehehe!” His giggles were deep and grunt as the girls brown eyes pierced my own, her lifeless eyes said “Why didn't you run?”.
Although... they weren't lifeless at all. Her eyes teared more as not water, but instead blood trickled from her tear ducts. It was only then that I realised her body was still very much alive, her fingers slowly curled and uncurled, it was easy to see that it was still breathing as more red liquid puddled around her corpse... and the behemoths feet as his death glare met my gaze. “Jack! RUN!”.
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Broken Nightmares
HororA group of friends decide that a sleepover would be almost critical to welcoming their well-earned weekend, but a weekend that couldn't come soon enough!
