Gates to Hell

Gates to Hell

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Horror
An icy gust of wind greeted me as the school gates swung open. I'd grown accustomed to it, yes, but it still made me shiver, and the hairs on the back of my neck rise, despite my warm clothes, as I slowly walked into the school. Past the gate with the rickety-lettered "Murdock High" sign that arched above my head, you could see the towering trees framing the gates. Winter had arrived, and what little color provided from the amber-golden leaves of the autumn trees surrounding the ancient school building had fallen, leaving only the dark, claw-shaped branches in there wake. A last intake of the bitter cold air, and I stepped into another straining school day, the wind scalding my cheeks like knives. ~~ Homework, detention and teachers. Clearly, anything could beat school. But you think you have it bad? Welcome to Murdock High boys and girls. They say it's haunted, but then again, who doesn't say that about their school? A chilling group of individual shorts. Fact or fiction? Plausible or impossible? You decide for yourself as you piece together the story of Murdock High.
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It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.

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