David wasn't liking his new school.
Not only did his classmates warn him of the locker next to his, but he was now hanging from the edge of it as the arms of dark bodied--things clawed at his legs and an unseen wind pulled him into the purple void that filled the space.
It had all started an hour ago.
David slung his backpack onto his shoulders and stared up at the middle school in front of him.
A large, triangular roof sat atop the entrance and dropped down to a flat plane for the remainder of the scool.
On either side of the doors were two flower pots full of red, yellow and purple petunias and pansies.
A small, round awning stretched out from the roof and cast a shadow onto the lawn in front of the doors, making the entrance look dark and gloomy.
David looked left and right before crossing the street ro his new school.
It was only his second day in Raven and his first day at Raven Middle School.
He already dreaded it.
His parent's had moved from a smaller town in the north, and in comparison, Raven was huge to him.
David looked around as he pushed open the doors.
Almost immedietly he was overtook with the sound of feet on linoleum and people bustling about.
He pushed past the crowd at went to the office to find his locker number and class schecdule.
When he stepped inside, a woman stood from behind the counter and silentley stared at him.
She had a corded phone pressed against her ear and impatiently outstretched a hand containing a red folder.
David grabbed it from her.
She took her seat and resumed talking on the phone.
He blinked twice and walked out of the office into the busy hallway.
Kids bumped against him as he looked down at the paperwork inside the folder and searched for his locker number.
On a loose slip of paper in the bottom right, he found it: 314.
He followed the numbers on the lockers until the came to the far end of the school.
The hallways were lined with other middle schoolers, but a few older kids roamed around as they made their way to class.
The noise intensified as he stepped from the wider hallway into a slightly narrower one and he counted the locker numbers aloud.
"Three-o'-eight, three-o'-nine, three-ten..."
As he grew closer he darted his eyes left and right nervously.
The other kids slowly stopped and turned to look at him as he walked by and the hallway grew gradually silent.
David stopped and turned around.
Everyone in the hallway was staring at him with wide, transfixed eyes.
He approached his locker and took off his backpack.
He swallowed deeply as he fumbled to enter the combonation.
The sound of loud footsteps approaching echoed through the hall and came to a halt directly behind him.
David turned around reluctantly.
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A Stormy Night: Stories to Read by Candlelight
Horror"What will you call this place, this town of death?" "I think we will call it...Raven." From demon possession to an evil beast out to get you and even a murderous flock of birds, this collection of short stories is sure to make you shiver and keep...
