100 HAUNTINGS

Four: The School

No one made it. Except for me.

It all started last summer, when me and my friends Jean, Britt, Paul, John and Dylan went to an abandoned school by night. We all met up in the front gate. Then as we walked in the school, things started to be strange. I felt something I never felt before. I don't know if they felt it too. We walked around, with a flashlight, and went in a classroom. The classroom was messed up, dark and corners were filled with cobwebs.

"Whoa. I never have seen cobwebs that are THAT big." Dylan said.

"I know. I don't think that's ordinary ones. Hate it in here. Let's just go to a another room." I said back.

We all went to the farthest room within the halls. But we still saw nothing. Whatever happened to that place, whoever killed the victim, might've wanted the school to close.

We went to the second floor. There was this girl, surprised us, as she was running, passed us and went to a classroom. We followed her, and saw her sitting, facing the wall. She was whispering something we didn't understand. She stood up, and left the room.

"That was strange." John said.

"We better get out of here. I don't want to see things like that again." Dylan said back. "We can't stay here anymore right, Jean?" Then he turned around, and Jean wasn't there. Now, where is Jean? I don't think she left us alone. I heard her before we got inside this classroom.

Then all of a sudden, we heard Jean's scream. We ran, followed where Jean's voice came from. It came from the restroom. The restroom was locked. We kicked and kicked the door, but it wasn't working. We heard Jean crying, and there were whispers. A lot of whispers.

"HELP!!!!!!" She screamed. I was scared. I really want to help Jean now. But we can't open the door.

Then, Dylan found a way. He took a desk out of a classroom, and hitted it on the door. It opened.

But unfortunately, we were too late. She was dead, on the floor. There was blood from her head, and her eyes were opened.

We were all scared, sad, and pissed. Jean is dead. What will we say to her mom? She died in an abandoned school? Because we agreed to go there? I'd rather spend my time dying than to tell that.

We closed Jean's eyes, and left her there. We ran to the front door, and it was locked! From the outside! How did that happen when it's just us who's there? We tried to open it, but nothing worked. Even the windows. They didn't break, even if we threw a chair to it. How can we get out? One of us are dead, and there's an unknown killer, a person who locked us here, and something strange is happening!

Why is this happening? Did we do something wrong?

"We're done." John said.

"We're not yet done, John. All we have to do is survive. Find out who did this to us." I said back.

"How? We don't even know how to---" then John stopped, as he looked at something, behind us. The girl, was standing a few feet away from us. She was now holding a doll. She gave us a strange look.

"What do you want from us?" I asked.

Then she disappeared. She was a ghost that appeared and disappeared in the middle of nowhere. We went to the dark and messy cafeteria, and saw a somekind of handwriting on the wall.

Once you enter, you will not exit. Suffer the way I did.

It was written in blood. The girl was the victim. She was the one who got killed. That's why she kept showing up. Now, suddenly, Paul's leg was grabbed by something. He got dragged, away from us. We tried to catch up, but he disappeared.

"What was that thing!?!" I was pissed. "What is it trying to do to us? Is she playing us?"

"Hey just---just calm down. We'll find Paul." Dylan said.

"Alright. We split up, into two groups. John and Britt, then me and Lacey. The two of us will walk around the second floor, as you go around the first. Got it?" Dylan said. We all nodded. "Use your phones. Call if you found something."

Then we splitted up. I grabbed Dylan's arm, and held him. I was afraid. We looked around, and stopped when we heard a door open. We went quietly towards the door, saw Paul. He had his leg cut off. Someone cut his leg. He was dead. Then we had a call, from John.

"Dylan! Dylan! Help! They took Britt away from me! Help!" John panicked

"Wa-wa-wait. Who's they?" Dylan asked.

"Ghosts! They're a lot!" He yelled.

We both ran downstairs, and listened to the screams. It was somewhere. Then someone yelled.

"HELPPP!!!!!!!!!" It was John.

We ran into a room, where we saw Britt and John lying on the ground. They were dead. There was a another handwritten thing on the wall. It was written by blood. 

Two more left.

I, we were scared. Why did we ever entered this school? I wish I was home, with my parents. I didn't ask permission. They'd be looking for me now.

"We gotta get out of here, Lacey." Dylan whispered.

We ran through the corridors, and stopped, as Dylan broke down. He began shaking. Then blood, BLACK blood was coming out of his mouth. His eyes turned white, and he became pale. Suddenly, a hand came out of his mouth! I screamed, shrieked as I saw the hand. I ran away. Then while I was running towards the front door, something that I can't see was scratching me, hurting me. Then I had a big cut in the arm. It was bleeding. I became weaker, sending me on the ground. Before I closed my eyes, there were people, who barged in the door, and carried me out. The others went searching for my friends. They're dead. And I'm still alive.