Hell is Running Rampant

Episode Three

Episode Three: Who are scarier, zombies or middle schoolers? *Mitch's POV*

"I'm just done talking about it, alright?" I harshly whispered.
"We all know you like Tiffany, you think she's hooooootttt," Lennie, my annoying twin brother, teased. We might look similar on the outside, with our dark brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles, but our personalities and maturity levels are extremely different. He enjoys teasing that I like my best friend, Tiffany, and is certain I will be asking her to the eighth grade formal. The latter may be true, but that doesn't mean I like her.

"Boys!" Mrs. Finch yelled across the room, "What have I said about being disruptive?" Yeah, we're being the disruptive ones.

"Sorry Miss Saunders," Lennie apologized after giving me a wink. Like I said before, Lennie and I's maturity levels are far from each other. Mrs. Finch got married over the summer, and just to piss her off Lennie calls her by her maiden name at every chance he gets. And each time, this time included, he gets one of her 'famous' scowls in return. He counts every time over the year he can make her do that scowl; he's currently at forty-five. It's only September.

"So Miss S, can I go to the bathroom?" Lennie asked, and after she told him no he pleaded before running out the door. He must have really had to go, he even left his phone here. And since he finally left, I can actually get some work done.

After ten, then fifteen minutes of him being gone, I noticed Mrs. Finch's gaze constantly returning to the clock above the door. His presence, or disappearance, was always noticed. Twenty minutes passed. Twenty five. He's probably ditching. But why would he leave his stuff here?

Suddenly, my phone went off.
Jess: We're on our way to pick you up. Stay safe.
Wait, pick me up? But school just started. This is only second hour. Stay safe? Stay safe from what? The cafeteria food? Lennie's bad jokes? Lennie. Shit. If he gets another detention Mom will be pissed.

The bell rang for the class to be over, and since Lennie just ditched his things next to me I decided to be a loving brother and bring it to our next class for him. Aren't I sweet. Plus, we have third hour with Tiffany and maybe she'll give some insight on why Jess is picking Lennie and I up.

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"Maybe it's more stuff having to do with her dad?" Tiffany questioned while brushing blonde, bouncy curls over her shoulder.

"Yeah, that's probably it.. I hope that isn't it but that's the only reason I could think of," I trailed off. Except Jess never gets us from school, especially during the school day. Even weirder, she texted again asking specifically what classroom I'm in. Wouldn't the office tell her? "But listen, I know the formal is a big thing and is coming up soon and I was, um, just wondering-"

"Holy fuck guys!" Lennie busted in screaming, sending the whole class into laughter. Thankfully, this teacher never shows up to the first ten minutes of class. "You'll never guess what just happened to me!" The closer he got the more I really looked at him. His face was paler than normal, and he had some scraps on his uncovered knees. The idiot must have fallen.

"I fell! Well I was running. And then I fell. But I was running because I was being chased through the upstairs halls! I know we're not supposed to be up there but why not? I have a key and the bathrooms are always so quiet and-"

"Wait. Wait. Wait. So you were upstairs because you somehow got a key?" I asked genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, I borrowed it from the office last year but that doesn't matter. What matters is that I was up there, minding my own business, and some janitor guy tries to attack me! And not just attack me, but he's, like, charging at me baring his teeth. He barely looked alive! I thought I was going to die up there!"

"Listen, Lennie. We all have a lot of work to do. You more than anyone. So maybe, instead fabricating lies and silly stories, you do some school work, alright?"

"I'm not lying.. I just. Where's my phone? I need to call Mom. She'll believe me." I turned back over to Tiffany as Lennie began hastily searching through his bag. Her big, ocean blue eyes were trained on me, a half smile on her face. She thinks it is hilarious when Lennie and I 'bicker'.

"You two are like an old married couple," she giggled.

"She didn't answer," Lennie whispered, for once very concerned.

"Yeah, she's probably working. You know, at that job thing she does," I sarcastically replied. Yeah, I get sarcastic sometimes. Sue me.

"Oh god. Oh god," Lennie squeaked," he looks like the janitor! Don't let him in, don't let him in!" I looked through the door to see the teacher, Mr. Hem, about to walk in later than usual.

"You sound crazier than usual, Lennie. He's our teacher. He always comes in late, he's just usually here earlier than you. So let me open the door," I calmly stated. He's raving like a mad man. All of our classmates are staring, how embarrassing. But Lennie wouldn't budge one bit, until Mr. Hem's head jerked towards the hallway. That's when I saw the scratches and bite marks on his neck and back. And that's when I saw Jess and another girl running down the hallway, right towards us and Mr. Hem.