Moaning

The Gym

Silently and slowly, I creep out keeping a distance from The Moaning's. I don't believe they can see well; I saw one stumble into the wall without even trying to go around it. The Moaning's are heading in the same direction as me. I wonder what their destination is. Suddenly, the screams start-up again and gunshots. Somebody is shooting The Moaning's? Why? Why shoot at them? I picked up my pace now avoiding The Moaning's and the gunshots. Being shot is not an experience I wish to relive. I pause to gather my surroundings on the familiar street. One of the places I stay at during the winter with four walls and heat is close by. It's not as far away from The Moaning's as I was planning, but taking cover till morning is a solid plan to avoid the gunshots. I really don't want to be shot again. You would think sneaking into a school would be a risk, but people usually expect teenagers to sneak out of school and I haven't been caught yet. I just have to climb the fence, run and jump and use the momentum to maneuver your body up and over. As soon as my feet hit the ground, whoosh, the sky fell. Just my luck! I'm glad I'm close to the school but the heavy rain makes it harder to hear The Moaning's and that sends a shiver down my spine more than the chill does. I dart around the side of the school heading for the gym they don't lock the locker room doors just the outside doors to the building itself and there is usually a guarantee for warm water in there as long as they don't check the window that's usually unlatched it's easy to sneak in. Inside the gym, they have these big, giant mats that they use for high jumpers or wrestling. That and feeling relatively safe from the chaos outside. The mats are the perfect place to take a nap. It is the middle of the night and I'm exhausted. I try to lay there and relax but I can't stop worrying about The Moaning's, what if they can climb? I should search in the school; I thought I heard something in the coach's office, could be the coach but the noise seems off somehow, slower. I could go look? Getting up I feel like the dumb blonde I'm always yelling at in the horror movies to "don't run up the stairs". The teacher looks funny. Its skin is a tan-ish gray and powdery pale... almost like a ghost! If he wasn't so solid looking, I might even think he actually was but he is not a ghost. He is just standing there. staring at the wall behind the desk doesn't seem to be breathing but has to be. That's when I notice the smell, its awful like death and decay I needed to get away before I threw up what little I had in my stomach. I take a step back in my wet sneakers and my foot slips. The small gasp I make and the squeak of my sneakers bring me to his attention and he springs to attention; he moves quicker than he looks. Whips around fast enough to get whiplash and plows into the desk. I didn't wait to see if he made it around, I got up and sprinted to the locker room. All I could think about was its face it was half gone, dried blood covered the other half his eyes were the palest blue nearly white that I had ever seen. This thing is not human. Not anymore at least. Now I know why they were shooting The Moaning's. I realize too late that the locker room doors don't have locks on them and there is nothing to move in front of it. The locker rooms have stalls and lockers that I am able to hide in or I can climb in a locker. Can the Moaning's smell? I should of went to the boys' locker room. It's a little late for that. I move to the back of the room where the stalls and showers are. I have to pass by the mirrors to do so and that's when I see it. Startled, I turn towards it and it is me! In the mirror, and I cannot believe what I am staring at. I am staring right at the ghost-like figure that was the coach. That's when it hits me, I am the Moaning. I don't feel any different. I back away from my reflection, scared of what this means and everything goes black.