The 3rd Floor

Chapter 33

This chapter is about to get pretty interesting so hold on to your seats and get ready for this wild roller coaster!

"Danielle, did Emily come to school today?" I asked in a whisper.

"I don't think so. She texted me this morning saying she was sick."

"Well, she didn't seem sick 2 days ago." I muttered to myself.

2 more gun shots were fired and they were followed by a continuation of screams. This time the shots were closer, close enough to be down the hallway.

Even though we were supposed to stay seated, I got up and walked in the direction of the door.

"Lexi, what are you doing?" Don asked, obviously annoyed.

"Seeing something." Those were the only words I could say right now considering how scared I was. However, I kept moving towards the door.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing?" The teacher basically screamed it, and I'm sure if she was any louder, we would be heard in china.

"Do I have to spell it out for you people? I am seeing somthing!"

I approached the door and folded back the little shade just enough to see what's behind it.

There was a figure at the other end of the hallway who was undoubtably dressed it all black.

They had a gun in one hand and an ax in the other. That probably explains how they broke in so easily.

At that moment, the figure turned my way and started walking in my direction. I pulled away from the door and rushed back over to the huddled group. I pray to god that whoever that was didn't see me.

"What?" Danielle whispered.

"T-They are on this floor and are headed this way. Just stay still and quiet."

After a few minutes, I thought we were in the clear, but is was wrong. I figured by know that they were on the next floor. Everything in my body shuts down when the door handle begins to come to life.

They are here and they want to come in.

"Everyone, don't panic." I say, mostly because I myself am freaking out and I needed some reassuring.

"It's ok." Don said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders

I found his gesture comforting, but I was still scared out of my mind. A few minutes pass and the handle stops shaking. For a moment, I think their gone. However, they are just switching from playing with the door handle to pounding on the actual door.

That's when I remember the ax.

They can easily break the glass window with the weapon. I don't know why they haven't tried that yet and I'm thankful they haven't.

"Everyone quiet." I say, almost barely audible

I quickly and quietly stand up and move towards a desk. I slowly pick it up, careful not to make any noise, and place it right next to the door handle. This is incase they are smart enough to break the glass. If they do, they would reach for the door handle and I've blocked with the desk.

I also take precautions with the students as well. I line them up against the wall that the door is on, but I don't put then in front of the door. We have a small class so that is possible. If indeed they break through the window, all the students will not be in the person's field of view. Therefore, it is a pretty effective process.

Just as I started to back away from the door, the glass shattered. I could feel a few shards come in contact with my skin. I ran as quickly and quietly as I could back to the wall and I made it just in time.

"Is anyone in here?" It was a very familiar voice. One I have heard many many times. However, I just couldn't put my finger on it whose it was. They tried reaching for the door knob, but the desk was there and they pulled away.

Everyone slowed their breathing to stay even more quiet. The person pulled the curtain back and looked around. Thankfully, they didn't see us and pulled out of the window frame.

Just before they pulled away, I caught a glimpse of their eyes. This wasn't any random crazy killer.

It was Emily.