Reckless

Reckless - Chapter Twenty-Two

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R E C K L E S S . . . 

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO-

The brass key that Brittany had given me fit perfectly into the lock that guarded room thirty-eight. It made a satisfying clicking sound as I turned it with my shaking hand.

I had no idea what lay behind that door but I knew that it sure as hell wasn’t going to pleasant.

The old door creaked as I pushed it open, straining on its rusty hinges. I peered into the darkness of the room but could see nothing but the dim shapes of what I could only guess was furniture. With a quick look both ways down the teachers’ corridor, I rushed into the room and slammed the door behind me.

As I took my first few steps into the room I heard a faint groaning sound.

My heart started beating ten times its normal rate as I desperately groped for the light switch on the wall, my back pressed flat against the wall.

The room was illuminated with a blinding light as my hand found the switch and pressed. I looked around as soon as my eyes had adjusted to the sudden, disorientating change, watching for any danger that may’ve been lurking in the darkness. Nothing moved.

Apparently the rooms that teachers got were bigger than a standard student’s dorm. I was in a substantially sized room, complete with a dandelion yellow sofa and matching curtains. It was completely normal and looked exactly like what would’ve been expected of a teacher’s room in a boarding school; large stacks of test papers and books on the table, a pile of textbooks in the corner, a pair of fluffy slippers neatly placed by the sofa. Everything was normal – except for the weak groaning sounds coming from the other room.

I crept towards the door where the groaning sounds had come from. I was tempted to call out ‘Hello?’, as people always did in bad horror movies – but that had never worked out well for them, especially when they were thin, blonde girls.

Instead I satisfied myself by pushing the door open an inch and peering cautiously in. A thin beam of light slivered across the room through the open door, but it didn’t illuminate any obvious movements in the darkness.

There was a long, pained moan – a cry for help.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I flicked the light switch on and the room lit up.

I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop me from screaming. Nothing that Mort and the other vampire hunters had told me could’ve prepared me for the sight in front of me. I’d never expected anything that bad to lie behind the door, but I’d never let my thoughts wonder too far into the possibilities.

There was no way that I could’ve ever predicted seeing this, though.

Blood had splattered the light wooden floorboards and dyed spots on the once white bed sheets crimson. But it wasn’t the sheets or the floor that made my palms start to sweat and my breathing quicken, it was the person lying on top of them. I recognized her, of course I did; she was my old maths teacher, the one who had been ill for so long.

I hadn’t thought much of her being ill. My maths class had joined another and that was the end of it, but apparently this event was the indication of something much bigger.

Mrs Court was barely breathing; occasionally she would emit the same eerie moan that I had heard earlier, at other times she would just make a terrible, wheezing sound. The flesh on her neck was mangled and covered in bites; her wrists were likewise torn and bloody.