Gates to Hell

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.
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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.