“Hey! Hey! Are you okay?” an immature voice echoed through my ears. My body was cold, along with the floor on which I layed semi-conscious on, this thickness of the air didn't help either. Despite this, a slight chill made its way up my heavy spine as my eyes opened, only to be met with more darkness. “What?... Where?” Is this a dream? I wasn't sure... Afterall, you never seem to have freedom of thought in dreams, right? I should probably attempt to find out what I'm doing here.
Kayne, the young boy sat next to my body. He wore a white shirt hidden under a black sweater with trousers to match. I gazed around the room, which seemed like a classroom although... the chairs, desks and books seemed sprawled around as if there'd been a fight, the walls were cracked and eroded, much like the desks. I noticed that my uniform was pretty much like Kaynes, for an unknown reason we were in our school uniforms? I didn't get this. “Ah... You're awake Zoko! Thank God, I was beginning to panic!” I dragged my body up onto my quakey feet, which were encased in black standard shoes and even then, did nothing to stop the chill of the frozen wood beneath me from crawling up my legs. I never liked wearing shoes though, I was more of a bare foot person.
We pioneered outside of the classroom, the dusty floorboards in the gloomy hallway creaked under the slightest pressure applied. “Zoko... This is scary...” Kayne didn't seem very diligent at this point. I wanted to get out of this creepy place just as much as him. “Let's just search for anyone else... if we're in here then the others must be too, right? Unless this really is just a dream... “S-sure, Zoko.” The young boy clinged to my body, he was much smaller than me though - causing my maternal instincts to run wild, I had to protect him should anything happen here. This did seem inevitable though, we wandered aimlessly down several corridors taking note of calls for help inscribed on every nook and cranny of the walls, they seemed to be either scratched into the cracked pasty walls, the old paint would of corroded enough to reveal the brick underneath. “W-what are all these writings about, Zoko? This looks like something straight out of a horror game...” There was almost never any empty space which wasn't covered with cries for help or drawings of a huge man standing around heaps of disfigured stickmen, and if that wasn't enough; we found a door with a huge X marked across it in a dark foul, sticky substance which looked fresh. A trail of the substance lead off down a dark crevice. Kayne tugged on my sweater “Come on, Zo... Let's keep going.”, “Just a second, I think I hear something down here.”, I peeked around the sharp corner to find the crevice, the trail began to puddle here where I could see shoes, feet popping out of the blackness of the shadow. Kayne tugged at the material of my sweater even more, “Zoko... Please! I want to go home already...”
We decided to move on, it was clear by what I saw earlier that we were not the only ones in this maze of a building. Heavy droplets of liquid fell from the clouded skies outside of the building, dusty, cracked windows became encased with water from the outside. “Rain... All we need now is thunder and we'd be dead in the middle of a horror story...” Although I attempted to lower the tension between me and Kayne, it only seemed to make it worse. “A.. A horror story? Zoko... Are we going to die here?”, “Don't be silly, Kayne. We just need to find the entrance to the building, right? Then we're home free.” atleast I hoped we were.
We've been walking the halls of this creepy building for atleast half an hour now... From the window of the previous corridor, I could see a girl wandering almost in a trance on a lower floor. Judging by this I could tell we were higher than the 8th floor of this maze. “We're going to get out of this alive, right?” Kayne still clinged to my body, he never once let go of my sweater and his breathing seemed slightly ragged asif he was in stress; although, who wouldn't in a building like this? I thought to myself, as even I began to shake in my shoes. My heart raced with every corner that we turned, not to mention that my senses seemed to have improved tenfold.
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Broken Nightmares
TerrorA 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!
