II looked at the clock. 5...4...3...2...1... The bell went off. The stone faced teacher looked at me and a few of my friends,
"You're free to go. Detention is over."
We said our goodbyes and walked out of the door,breathing fresh air. I walked alongside with my friends, Nick and Billy. We talked and laughed as we went our separate ways.
"See ya, Nick." I said.
"See ya tomorrow." He said, as we approached the gate.
"Wait, something's not right." Billy stopped, staring at the sky.
"Everything isn't right to you, Billy. C'mon." Nick said with annoyance.
"No," Billy frowned. "It's only 5:00. Look at the sky." He pointed towards the sky.
"It's pitch black." Nick made a comment.
"Congrats on solving the mystery, Sherlock." I said with apparent sarcasm.
But he was right. Even though it was only 5:00 in the afternoon, the sky was pitch black. Billy approached the gates.
"It's locked, can't get it open," said Billy as he shook the gate.
I checked my watch. 5:12, October 31st. I sighed, thinking of the people coming to our place and raiding my candy stash.
Nick made a suggestion, "We should probably find the janitor or something, he should have a key."
We walked back into the school's main building, only to find it completely pitch black as well. I turned on the lights on the corridor, and was treated to a gruesome scene; the corridor was covered in blood, with a battered body lying on the side of the corridor, its finger pointing towards a painting of our principal.
"Holy crap." Nick whispered.
"Is that dead guy trying to tell us something?" Billy asked, motioning towards the painting.
I stayed silent for a second. "We should check it out." I suggested, rather grimly.
Nick walked towards the painting, carefully avoiding the corpse, and move the painting aside. Behind the painting there was a stone tablet. Billy and I walked over, inspecting the tablet.
"Well I'll be damned." Billy cursed. "The names on this tablet are the guys who died in that serial killer's killing spree a few decades back."
Nick stepped back. "Guys, it's Halloween."
I cursed. "So we're trapped in this twisted recreation of that spree because this is Halloween."
"Basically, yes." Nick nodded.
I sighed again. We decided to retreat to a safer place and less bloodier place to rest. We walked towards our classroom and pulled down the binds, locked the doors, and finally turned on the lights. Not a drop of blood in sight.
Billy sighed in relief. "No bodies, so far so good,"
Nick slammed his fist on the table and swore, "Why the hell does it have to be us? And on Halloween as well. Dammit."
"Guys, we need a plan." I said.
"You're right, we do." Billy agreed.
"Plan my arse! If we're stuck in some crap like this, we're dead." Nick said. "I'm out guys, nice knowing you." That was Nick's last sentence before he walked out of the classroom.
Billy locked the door again as soon as he left. Approximately 30 seconds later, we heard Nick scream.
"We gotta go help him man!" Yelled Billy.
"It's too late for that, he's out." I sighed, closing my eyes and mourning my friend.
I reached into Nick's bag and pulled out his switchblade he got from a trip overseas. Billy took a torch from his bag. The chances were low, but we have to try.
"You ready?" Billy asked.
"Nope." I said. "Nice knowing you, Billy."
"Me too." He grinned.
We unlocked the door and wandered into the gloomy corridor. We noticed a blood trail leading to another room. Besides the trail was Nick's phone, with a bloody print on it, and the word HELP flashing across the screen. I nodded towards Billy, and we traveled towards the other end of the corridor, occasionally avoiding a bloody corpse hanging from a window or sprawled against the wall. The lights flickered and then I heard a spine chilling shriek, followed by Billy's blood curdling scream. I turned around, seeing nothing but a set of bloody shoe prints. I gritted my teeth and walked towards the classroom. As I entered, the first thing I noticed was Nick's severed head on a table, his eyes still wide in shock and his mouth frozen mid scream. On the black board there was a pentagram drawn with fresh blood, as well as the words I AM BACK.
The lights flickered, and that was the last thing I felt before plunging into absolute darkness.
