Friday: Day 3
"The road to a friend's house is never long."
-Anonymous
“We are under lock down! I repeat, we are going into lock down. Once again, I repeat, we are into lock down!” the lady’s voice crackles worriedly through the intercom.
“I didn’t get a memo about this?” Mrs. Bumond exclaims. “Get in the corner and be quiet,” she orders us, pointing to a corner of the room.
I get up slowly and am forced to sit on the outside, but on the side of the blob of giggling students.
“I said quiet!” the teacher whisper-yells, locking the door and pulling the window’s shades down before joining us.
“Now we’re going to have homework,” a girl complains, and her friends whine in agreement.
“Be quiet,” Mrs. Bumond says slowly with forced emphasis and anger. “The next person who speaks is getting an after school det-“
She’s interrupted by several loud bangs and crashes, sounding like it’s coming from a few doors down the hall, along with moaning and groaning.
“I bet it’s Jarod, he’s always roaming around,” some guy says with a smile on his face, clearly happy that Jarod will probably get in trouble for not being in the classroom.
The moaning gets louder, and it almost sounds inhuman. Seconds later, teenagers’ scream fill my ears as it echoes through the halls, forcing me to wince and my heart to race. This wasn’t a practice, obviously.
“Shit,” Mrs. Bumond curses, standing up quickly. She runs across the room quickly, but quietly, and opens the classroom’s closet slowly with her eyes closed. Once it’s opened, she rushes back over to us and grabs two kids’ wrists, and then mine, and drags us across the room to the closet, shoving us in. She runs back and forth, collecting a few more kids, but the closet isn’t big enough to fit all of us. With me and about nine other kids cramped in the closet, she finally closes it, and I feel like I’m suffocating. A girl next to me is curled into herself and crying, mumbling things to herself.
What was going on? I needed to get my things in my bag! What was Alicia doing? What if that was her classroom? I didn’t understand what was going on, I just knew I was scared… for my life.
My thoughts are interrupted by an ear-splitting crash, sounding like glass shattering, coming from what sounded like my classroom door. This earned some whimpers and yelps from a couple of kids I was sharing air with in the closet, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I wish I could go back to this morning. Or last night, or the night before. Any time but now. I did not want to be here. I knew that whatever was going to happen, it was not good.
I knew that my classroom door had been broken into when I heard, and quite possibly felt, death-pierced screams and cries, followed by the frantic stomping and running of the scared teenagers.
I could feel my heart beating almost out of my chest now, it wasn’t too long until my heart pounded out of my chest and I died. That would only be best-case scenario, though.
The closet door handle was shaken and the kid closest to the door panicked. He began crying and was shaking violently, trying to get away from the spot he was in. I felt terrible, and I probably would’ve switched spots with him if I wasn’t in the far corner of the closet.
The door is ripped open and I see him. Or rather, it. It almost looked human, but its eyes were maroon red with its dirty teeth bared, snarling. Its skin was almost a dull gray, but it had a hint of a golden tan skin color to it, which was the only indication of it having been a human. Its mouth was surrounded by red, I didn’t know what it was.
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