Chapter 3 - Mitch; The Show Must Go On

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GUESS WHO'S BACK?

BACK AGAIN.

THIS BOOK'S BACK.

TELL A FRIEND <3

No, really, how long has it been?

School is a big butt xc

BUT IT'S FINALLY BACK :D

AND SINCE SOMEBODY WANTED THE LIST OF CHARACTERS SO FAR HERE IT IS:

Mitch

Ryan

Quentin

Jerome

Rob

Preston

Adam

Ty

Jeb

Ian

Jason

Hope you enjoy and vote <3

❤️Much Love❤️

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It had been awhile after their encounter with the entity, and for a while Mitch still thought that the flame was not real. It couldn't have been. Too good to be true, even. But there was something else that made him uneasy. The entity seemed, familiar. He didn't know if it was the way he talked, or the way he looked, but something about him was familiar. He wanted to ask Jerome if he knew him, but he didn't want to seem like an idiot for asking such a question, so he quietly trailed after his friend, Jerome. "Come on Mitch, pick up the pace!" Jerome announced as he looked behind him.

Mitch frowned and tried speed walking, but he failed miserably because of his leg, which made him wince in pain. "Jerome, I-I can't, remember?"

"Oh! Right! Duh!" Jerome said in a matter-of-fact way as he approached Mitch. "Sorry, I'm just being impatient, that's all."

"Right." Mitch muttered softly as he kept walking. He didn't like where they were going, and somewhere in his gut, he thought they were stuck in this hell for good. But he couldn't loose himself already, right?

"Of course we can't loose ourselves Mitch! We have to try." Jerome answered determinedly.

Mitch blinked, "Did I talk out loud?"

"Uh, kinda. . . But I don't blame you, I probably would've done the same." Jerome admitted. Mitch sighed and looked at the school walls, and even if the wallpaper was peeling off and it stunk of death and debris, they couldn't avoid any other messages the walls or anything else in general. The two walked around the halls, and Mitch tried unlocking any door possible, although most were sadly locked, allowing no access at all. Mitch hated reading the notes on the walls, the way they were wrote made him even more insecure.

Mitch frowned as he saw another note, "Why do you need friends, when you can just eat them instead?. . ."

"Geez, how very graphic. I know I wouldn't eat you, would you?" Jerome asked, looking back Mitch.

"Of course I wouldn't!" Mitch exclaimed in disbelief. "You're the only thing that's keeping me sane right now."

"Am I?" Jerome tilted his head. "Well in that case, I should really keep an eye on you. Just imagine what would happen if we left each other. That would suck."

"Yeah. . ." Mitch frowned, "That would be bad."

"Let's make sure we take care of each other then." Jerome said as he walked on towards a long hallway. Mitch nodded in agreement and limped after him. Mitch frowned as he looked at the pitiful and unnecessary messages carved onto the walls, making chills go down his spine. The messages on the walls were probably the most menacing things so far, because they replayed over and over in his head. It almost made him question his sanity, even. Suddenly, Mitch's nose twitched and he stopped. There was another foul odor coming from around the corner of the hall.

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