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Only in School...
by Sam Hackel-Butt
copyright 11-24-2003
Contest Winner


Age Rating: 13 to 127

  Only in School...

Your alone... alone in a dark, narrow school hall on the top floor. The only light comes from a forgotten classroom at the far end of the curving hall. The light was faint and casted an eerie shadow over the hall. And then, there’s a sound…the sound of a classroom door opening slowly. The creaking sound fills the hall and then stops after a minute. The hair on your neck is standing on end. You jump into an opening between the wall and locker…Silently you wait. You dread what could be lurking in these halls. You hear heavy footsteps, walking slowly down the hall, coming towards you. The light goes off and you’re plunged into complete darkness. The footsteps keep coming. Your breathing quickens as you try to make yourself disappear. Your heart is beating madly and you’re sure “it” can hear you… smell you... taste your fresh sweat. Suddenly the light flickers on, then off… on… off. The emergency lights come on and an orange light bathes the hall. The locks on the lockers rattle and try to break free. The footsteps are getting closer… Garbage pails are pulled from the walls, bolts and all, and fly around crashing into the gray lockers, denting them severely. “Oh the janitor isn’t going to like this,” you say in your head. Chairs fly from the end of the hall, missing you, but not by much. You scream when you hear the footsteps stop…in front of you. A chill runs down your spine. Your shriek echoes in the hall then dies out… something grabs your throat…a cold scaly hand. It begins to squeeze… you utter what you think will be your last prayer… and… and… You wake up.




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09-04-2005 Eleni Makarios    

I might have a nightmare. Thanks a lot. :-) Good job!


05-05-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

This is good and a few more paragraphs would make it better cause it ended too soon for me...I WANT MORE!!! ha ha Good job, Anthony


07-23-2004 Jeniffer Brand    

Wow, dude! That was awesome!! I like to read things like that, but that was good. I could put myself into the story and see whats going on. Sorta like me at the hotel! Sometimes I feel like that! hehehe


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