Rio waited till five minutes till midnight to leave his room. Huxley waited for Rio to knock three times on the door. Huxley closed his eye and then looked at his note book. He heard three sharp knocks. Huxley walked to the door and opened it. Rio stepped in; they waited silent. Five minutes passed. Muffled screams could be heard.
"Screams, you were telling the truth."
"Yes, I was," Huxley nodded.
"I get why you do not get much sleep," Rio commented.
"Do you know what it could be from?" Huxley asked.
"No, how could a sound make it to a room up here? There are no vents or anything....unless,"
Rio said as began looking around.
He pushed the dress out of the way and winced at scraping sound. He continued nevertheless. He moved more pieces of furniture and threw himself into the bed in frustration when he found nothing. An idea popped into his head. He grinned and told Huxley to get off the bed. Huxley sat on the chair and Rio dragged the bed to another spot. A bronze vent was built into the grey, stone wall. The screams were louder. Huxley stared at the vent and faint voices could be heard.
"Stop screaming you swine!" A masculine voice hissed.
"Who is that?" Huxley asked.
"I do not know," Rio stared wide-eyed at the vent.
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Somerset Institute
RandomWhen Huxley Sandoval's class gets sent to Somerset institute for a field trip, what will happen? What will happen when he sees an old friend? Read to find out.
