Killing Silence

Home sweet home, living in a school a club created around a big secret, to survive.

There was always the scent of death in the air, like rotting flesh. The excuse they gave was a hole in air vents leading outside, where birds would get trapped every once in a while, leaving the smell of their corpses to permeate into the air. Or that the ventilation system was too near the compost and trash bins on the roof.

Their stories held holes; they didn't seem right. Everything was so different, it made me feel uneasy. Every time I look outside, I get a heavy case of Deja vu, something felt off I just couldn't put my finger on why.

I had always had nightmares. Last nights seem to have been worse than normal, but somehow the same. As always, I couldn't remember them. and the more I tried the more of a headache it caused.