Hang Or Pain

Chapter III: The Hound Of Pain

I sprinted down the hall, avoiding every heels, trying to make my way to the boiler room as soon as possible. The boiler room was located in a corner passed the lower gym and the Lower pool. I kept running through the hall, my head hurting, the entire sunny hallway became dark and gloomy, I started to see Hands appear from the lockers reaching at me, struggling to grab me, i kept shaking my head telling myself it's not real, from the ground two stitched hands grabbed onto my legs, I couldn't move, these hands looked fragile and weak but had one hell of a grip.

 I couldn't move feeling helpless, I scream, with all of my might I lift my leg away from the arms, causing them to collapse into ashes, I dashed down the hall avoiding hands teleporting in front of my path every step I took, my vision became blurry then as I'm dodging hands I run into the back of somebody.. A Man in a black coat and a black hat with a stitched smile turned around, giving me a mean death stare, I scream as loud as possible, running the opposite direction of the threat until I crash into someone else. I hit the floor hard; which was hard enough to bring me back to reality. Mr.Jones the school principal stared at me before questioning why I was in the hallway running into walls, and screaming like a madman. I told Mr.Jones that I needed to find Detective Quincy, at that moment a door opens and Detective Quincy comes out.

"I was giving Ms.Quincy a tour of the school, is there a problem." Mr.Jones said with a strange smile.

"Uh well" I froze

Detective Quincy grabbed my shoulder and said " we can speak in private, I'll take you to my office, Thanks Jones for the tour." As she waves mr.jones off I kept shaking fearing going down the school halls.

As we make our way into her new cleaned office, she introduces herself.

"My name is Detective Quincy I came from Ohio, I am now here to protect you wonderful children, how may I be of service."

When detective Quincy spoke she convinced everybody that she meant every word she said.

"you may think I'm crazy for what I'm about to tell you but I strongly think that I know what's going on."

"Your safe to tell me anything I would not tell a soul if you wish it to be a secret, my job isn't to judge you it's to protect you." She said with a strong tone.

As I explained to detective Quincy the events that took place at the Smiths home and what I've been seeing, she told me straight up that this was all my imagination.

"Do you watch scary movies? Or science fiction?"

"Umm I play a lot of games" I replied

"games games yes games, see this is your imagination making life a game, life isn't a game, there are no demonic figures roaming this town, there is no curse, there is no writing on desk, everything you're seeing that no one else is seeing is just your imagination."

As detective Quincy was speaking I was questioning myself, questioning if I even seen anything.

"I know this must be hard for you, your best-friend has ended up missing but I promise you no demons took him, there's a really sick man who most likely kidnapped Brian smith and Carlos, I will figure out who, I will put a stop to this mess!" She slammed her desk making her papers fall down.

"Oh snap" she said.

"Let me help" I bend down to help pick up the papers, as I lifted the papers placing them on the desk my entire hands were bloody, cut up, I was feeling pain, my entire palms were bruised, starting to swell up.

"Do you see this!! Do you see it now!" I shouted at Detective Q.

"See what? What are you talking about now."'she replied in a confused tone.