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Nightmare

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       A long, long time ago, a student from Hamilton High School was admitted into a mental asylum. No one know for what reason. Right after that incident, the school burned down, and was then rebuilt. Here I am, today, in that same school where these accidents had occurred.

       The silence was shattered with an ear-splitting sound of thunder. Another minute dragged by, and the advent, or arrival, of the storm got worse. Just as I managed to finish the abstruse task in Latin class, the last bell of the day rang. The rush of relief filled me and I inadvertently picked up my books to leave. Down the staircase and---crash! As I looked around to see who had pushed me, I realized all of my papers were scattered everywhere. Suddenly, the intercom went on announcing, "This is not a drill. The school is going into lock down. There is an armed man in the school perimeters. Everyone please go to their designated places. School doors will be locked inside and out. Again, this is not a drill, this is a real lock down." That just did it. The rest of my papers went flying around as students scrambled to get into classrooms. All of a sudden, the number of people seemed infinitude, and trying to get up was an impossible task. Just as I picked myself up and started to run down the stairs, the lights went out. First a few shrieks of terror, and then an eerie hush fell over the whole school.

       Somehow I had managed to be the last one left...alone in the halls...with no idea where this so-called armed stranger was. "This has to be a drill, " I thought, still not convinced something so dramatic could happen in such a short time. Well, it wasn't going to help just staying in such a vulnerable place. Silently I walked down the rest of the stairs and continued down the first floor hallway. Each and every door was locked...locked with others safe inside and me stuck out here. I tried knocking on the first door to the right. "Hello? Please let me in, " I pleaded. No reply. I tried the next door, and still no luck. With a sigh, I gingerly walked down the other direction in the hallway, and stood near the door leading to the fountain courtyard. My breathes had become short and choppy. I leaned against the lockers, hoping it was conducive in relaxing myself. The storm hadn't let up either...actually it had gotten much worse. My head quickly snapped to my left as I heard quick and soft footsteps charge down the hall. Was that Shea running up the stairs? The incessant footsteps soon faded before I could track down who it was. Then I heard a faint ding. The elevator! Mary must be on it! I rushed towards it, like I had an affinity, or a natural attraction to it. I was right, it was Mary on the elevator...but she wasn't alone. A lineament, like a silhouette, of a man stood in the shadows of the corner of the elevator, his hand clamped over her mouth. "Shhh! We are going to hide now...it's your turn to find us! Find all of us, and you win; but if you don't...I might have to annihilate someone. Hey, isn't that one of your Latin vocabulary words?" He ended with a haunting smile. Those were the only words I heard from the stranger before the elevator door closed. Ding...the elevator had moved on.

        It took me a moment to grasp what was going on, but once I understood, I flung myself up the stairs and rushed into the hallway. Frantically I looked around for something, anything that could help me get out of this insanity! Then it struck me: he had said to find all of them...how many is all of them? I had nowhere to start...nowhere to go. Well, I have to do something. I decided to go back to the elevator to search for some lead to the hooded man. Sure enough, on the elevator door was a note saying: "Mary had a little lamb, his fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, her lamb was sure to go. Where is Mary? Poor girl has a broken leg and can't even walk right, so she used the elevator...she didn't get lost did she?" I suddenly remembered that a few weeks ago, I was helping Mary and I went with her on the elevator...and I had accidentally gotten off on the third floor. She must be there! However, before I could get a grip of myself to go upstairs, the nursery rhyme, "Mary had a Little Lamb", began to eerily play on the intercom. Wasn't the electricity out...how..? I shook that question out of my mind and raced up all the way to the third floor, and at the end of the hallway, there was the man again…alone this time. "Where is she," I managed to ask, but not without the most obvious fear. "Silly child! She's hiding of course! Now for the next one..." With that, the man walked off into the shadows, cloaked with evil. It took me a while to realize I should run after him, and when I got to where he was previously standing, there rested the note: "Can't even stop, can't even cry. Keep going, there are more left. Tristan sure like his headphones for his dear music...now where could he be?" The band room! I lurched forward and speed down the halls to the auditorium, up the stage, through the backstage, and there stood the band room door...wide open and enveloped in darkness. I let out a shuddered breath and entered the room. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but once I was able to see, I wished I had never adjusted to the darkness. What I saw had given me the affirmation that this was the right location. On the wall, in a crimson red color, the words "Congratulations! Let's move on to number three! Look around, maybe a clue you'll see." I wanted to break down and just cry, but that would be a travesty of myself, so no, I couldn't do that. I desperately began to look around for any clue or something to help out. Sure enough, there was a note stuck to the top of a set of drums. It read, "The grandeur of this game is huge. Let's make it even better! For number three, why don't you try to find me? Surrounded by words you should be, and in that sea of knowledge, lies the answer."

       I shrieked out! This is insane...mad...he is deluding me, tricking me! Down streamed the tears, pouring out all the pain, anger, and confusion with them. After a few moments, I gained my composure, stood up, and walked out of the auditorium silently. My footsteps echoed unearthly in the muted staircases that led directly to the library. I swung open the doors and squinted my eyes, once again trying to adjust to the darkness. As soon as I walked in, I heard whimpering, and then a struggle---like someone was tied down. I looked around and saw a silhouette in the back isles of the library. Slowly, I walked towards the shadows. An unnatural glow came from near the chair, revealing the victim---it was Mrs. Jenkins! She was tied down with ropes and her mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth...and once again, there was the note, on her lap. It read, "Great job in figuring it out so far! Let's finish the game!" I quickly began uniting her but before I could get her free, footsteps walked up behind me. "Sigh…this game finished faster than I though! You are good at finding aren't you? Let's see how good you are at hiding!" An ear-shattering gun-shot rang out and that's when I realized how much of a real game this was for the hooded man. I scrambled up from my knees and staggered into the isles to my right, all the while ducking behind the shelves. At first the whispers of the footsteps got quicker, but then they stopped. Where did he go?  I risked a short breath and a peek through one of the shelves. It was barren all around...even Mrs. Jenkins was gone. I abruptly moved to the circulation desk and hid behind it. A few moments passed as I thought of my next move, and then I saw the shadow. It loomed over the counter and above me...he was on the other side of the desk. He took deliberate and slow steps, and walked towards the door at the far back right corner of the library. I could hear it creak open and then soundlessly close.

       I let out a hushed breath of relief and walked out from behind the counter. Somehow, though, there was still a linger of the cold and haunting feel, as if he never left the library. For a split second I thought, what if he is still in here; but that question brushed off as quickly as it had come. I turned to my right and stared at the teachers lounge door...it was locked. How could I open it? I went back to the desk and, conveniently, right at the corner edge stood a set of keys. Wasn't that a bit too easy of a  find? As I cautiously unlocked the door, I bitterly thought, "Huh...curiosity killed the cat." I reluctantly opened the door, and what I saw ripped out all the feeling of my body. Mary, Shea, Tristan, Mrs. Jenkins, Jake, Natalie, and a couple other people were tied up, but not one of them was awake. I darted across the room and tried to wake them up, but nothing worked. As I hysterically looked around for something to help the situation, I saw a glimpse of a cell phone below a stack of paper. Without any hesitations, I dialed 9-1-1 and described the scene to the best of my abilities, and the police said they are sending out people right now; but just as I was about to give out the address, the phone lost it's signal.

       "Wow! That was a really fun game, right? You weren't that hard to find though...," said a raspy voice behind me. A sob escaped my throat as I turned around to find what fate had planned for me. The man stood right in the doorway, his hood still on, and a gun in his hand. The light shone on his face in such a way, that I could only see his mouth, which was grinning an immoral smile. His hand twitched as he had second thoughts about raising his gun, but I quickly asked, "Why are you doing this?" "Well, we are playing a game, and there can only be but one winner!" "What kind of sick game is torturing others?!" His voice raised a bit and replied, "Tourturing? You think this is torturing--" A sudden thunder of footsteps raced down the stairwell. Both of us were startled as the other. A static crackle over a few walky-talkies and then everything was a distant scene. I saw two police men capture the man, another two walk to me, and the rest helping out everyone else in the room. "Who--who was he?" A few seconds of silence and then a reply, "He was a patient...from a near-by mental asylum that escaped two days ago. He--," the officer cleared his throat, "He used to go to this school." I let out a choked breath. Well, at least everything was done. No more of this game, no more of the hooded man.

       I woke up with a start. My eyes squinted, trying to adjust to the brightness of my room. I looked at my clock, 9:12 AM...wait, what's that beside it? A note...my eyes widened. My heart plunged into fear because the note said, "Oh poor Emily. Did you have a nightmare? Don't worry though, the games aren't over yet..."
It's a story we had to write in latin class using some vocab we learned in there :3 I just changed a couple o' names and voila! Here is my horror story! Pleaaaase read and tell me how it is? :iconchuuplz: Don't get scared by it's length! I really need feedback :meow:
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Why's this featured in a photography group???? :S