First Post: Intro Story (Nothing much related to the second post)
Second Post: No Clue What To Do| Chapter One
Third Post: No Clue What To Do| Chapter Two
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I love writing short stories, here's one (Hope it's not too scary)
From Cemetary to Hospital to The Scary School I Learn In
I was just finishing taking a bath in the junior highschool bathrooms, I was all alone, my friend already finished and I was forced to go outside. i walked rapidly, then I glanced at a window. Something looked white, like somebody with a pale face, all covered in white, flying above the roof, a dead body/ Egyptian mummy, with it's face open and blood everywhere. I ran as fast as possible out of there and into the safety of my room where I slept, with all my friends.
I told them what I saw. Trisha said, "Once, before you came here, some say this school was once a cemetary, then a hospital, where they take care of people who has lost their minds. The cefetirea was once the dead-body room," She said. Roxanne said," There once was a woman with pale lips and a pale face, long black nails that looks like talons of an eagle, and can fly in the junior high kitchen. After the maid/someone else cleaned everything up nice and tidy, he/she left the kitchen. Then not long after that a security guard past the kitchen, it was a mess, everything was thown about, the plates where smashed to pieces, and looks horrible. But there was no noise," Ended my good pal with a mysterius tone. I shivered, then went out to attend more activities.
The eavening after that me and my friend was going into the class to pick up some stuff, when we both heard a voice. It was a low, groaning or moaning voice, in that very room. We look at each other. "Ghost", Our lips said. We quickly grabbed what we needed, and dashed out of that room. As we closed on our other pals, we told them what we heard. "No body was there, it was hard to tell anybody was there, the pillows and blankets, they almost looked like somebody was there," I added. "I told you to close the curtains!" Layla said. "Now look!" We shivered and got back to our group.
When I came back alone, there was no sound like I heard before, just a strong wind that blew through the opened window, and who opened it I did not know. "Ghosts are not real, ghosts are not real.. They are just imagination, only imagination, GYAAH!!!" My eyes opened up, like someone drove a dagger into it. I looked back. No blood, nobody was there. I felt my face. It was raing cold sweat. I drew my breath and gulped (Or vice versea). I braved myself to close the curtains and window. "Nothing here, just imagination," I repeated in my head. As I closed the window, I turned back. Half the classroom was smeared in blood, and the other side was writen
You have blocked the way of us ghosts, now you must pay
in pure, red blood.
in pure, red blood.
I ran towards the door. It was locked. I banged the door until the glass broke.
"Teehee, you locked us, we locked you," A creaky voice said to me.
I didn't dare to loook bad and let the dagger or knife he had in his hands go through me. Through the pain of the rusty dagger that sliced me, I managed to hear the words, Ghosts, Spirits, Monsters all real, you must believe at least a story to be safe from us Death Spirits..... Hee hee hee heee....
Author's Note: I mustn't lie, but a story wouldn't be tasty without one, eh? So the first part (When I was in the junior high school bathroom) was reall, but the names where made-up, but ah, that's just detail. The second part, about the moaning and groaning in the room, that was real, but when spirits and blood, nah, that was just made-up, without them the story won't be juicy. *Wolf's howl*
-`Raven
