"I set the box onto the counter, freaked out, and opened it slowly. When I opened it, BAM, nothing was in it. I knew that I had to get out of there as soon as I could. Luckily, I left my book bag in the stuffed animal room, out of the way of the exit. I ran as fast as I could to find my bag. I went the same way but none of the rooms were the same. I tried every single door. Then I went back to the kitchen but it was no longer there, everything had gotten so switched up, I had no idea where I was. I had no place to go. I heard whispering all throughout the night. I could also hear creaks on the floor in the hallways, and children's laughter. I checked the first couple of times but thought it was just my imagination. I sat in a dark room with one small window, through that window was light seeping in from the street lamps. I sat in the cold dark room. I saw a figure standing across the room. It held out its hand. I ran to tackle it but slammed into the wall. I woke up again, from light shining in the room. When I woke up, the dark figure was gone. I had next to me, a glass of water with ice in it, a granola bar, and an apple. The cup was sweating. I picked it up and chugged the water gone. I then went for the apple. My book bag was in the corner of the room. I picked it up and shoved the granola bar into it. The door started to push open and I saw another little girl with a blue dress. I started to cry. "What do you want from me?! Just let me out of here! Leave me alone!"
"Don't scream or he will hear you. I have brought you some refreshments. I would like to help you but I can't," She started to walk away "I'm sorry."
"Help me what?!"I screamed in hopes that she'd come back. She didn't.
"Why are you sorry?!"
Now completely confused and scared, I tried to exit again. I had no idea where I was. I thought for a while about whether to find my way out, or break out. I had no idea where I was, but I also had no first aid kit, so if I got cut, I would bleed for a while. I finally decided to look around more. Room after room, they all looked the same. Dusty air, chalkboard, and desks are in the rooms. Sometimes toys and stuffed animals would set around the room waiting to be played with. Each room had its own personality.
Finally the rooms were looking familiar, I could tell where I was. I went towards the exit, backpack in hand."
"Excuse me, Mary, all I need to know is what happened at the murder scene." said Professor John.
"I'm getting there Professor, do you want to hear the story or not?"
Professor John shook his head as Mary went on with her story.
"As I was saying, the exit was right there when I heard a loud screech and a mans voice boom, 'shut up or I'll kill you right now!' I didn't know whether to run or help the woman. I decided to help. I heard him talking, his loud voice was husky and deafening. I entered the room that the man and woman were in. He was faced away from me, but she saw me. He started to turn around so I hid behind the teachers desk. She kept looking down at me, puppy dog eyes saying, 'help me, help me!" Through the desk chair, I could see him getting ready to inject something in her. He approached her with the needle in hand, but set it down and grabbed duct tape instead. He wrapped her face with the duct tape. She tried to fight but it wasn't much use. She had no strength left in her.
