Leave the light on

This was made as a compaction with a friend. Sadly he was way too lazy to write as fast as I did, so I decided to publish mine now anyway. It is my first story in English and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shitty writing English. Luckily I had a couple of friends willing to play the part as my Editors. For that I thank you. Now, it would be the best if I said what the story is about, but I really want it to be a surprise, so instead I want to tell you more about the inspiration. I built this on inspiration from several games, movies and mangas, such as Another (manga), American Horror Story (serie) and Black box tv on youtube. I want people to think and to feel twisted/scared. And I want feedback, which you can give me here or in a email: jullemus_a@hotmail.com. Oh, and by the way. This story is set to Green in age rating, because I think that the reading of my story is on the readers responsability.
- Sorry for my broken english ...

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10. Candle

Joe put his hand on the door between the outside and the inside of the school, pushing it open as he went inside. He was breathing hard, even gasping, all because of that damn bus. He had been forced to run to school because he couldn’t wait thirty seconds longer, and he was sorely pissed. Drying his sweaty hands on his pants, he looked around the entrance hall. A weird feeling came over him and it wasn’t the feeling of being late, but something else. Something Joe couldn’t quite define. He was wary and rooted to a spot, right inside the door, but a sudden slam jolted him out of it. He started walking through the dusty halls that were lit up by the brightly shining sun. Colourless light nearly poured onto the floor as he hurried over it, his bag under his arm. Everything was silent.

He wasn’t that late, was he? Looking at his watch, he frowned, and looked around again. Nope. Not that late. But the halls on the first floor were completely empty, when there should’ve been someone. Keeping him cool even though he was unsettled, he put his hands in the pockets of his sports jacket and strolled through the halls as if he weren’t late for class. But his calm and collected demeanour vanished into thin air as he was shoved forward. Reacting quickly, he untangled his hands from the jacket and caught himself, before his face hit the floor.

 

He grunted, and rose from the floor, turning around to lecture whoever had the nerve to shove him. He felt surprise evident on his face as he saw no one behind him.

“Anybody there?” he asked the empty hall, trying to keep his voice down, as not to disturb any of the classes close to the stairway. “Meena?” He asked; because she was the only person he could think of, who would ever try to prank him. Silence.

“What are you doing?” A deep, calm voice asked right behind him and he whirled around, while letting out a shrill, girly scream he cut off almost instantaneously. It sounded strangled at the end, and the man that had snuck up on him raised his eyebrows in surprise, then frowned with worry in his eyes.

“Are you well?” He asked, “Maybe you should go see a nurse.” Joe nodded his eyes still wide. “Yea- I mean yes, I’m well.” He croaked, “Sorry, I just though there were someone-“ Turning his head, he looked at the way he had been facing, and finished, “-behind me.” He finished.

“I see.” The man smiled, “Well, I’m new here, so could you help me find the teachers’ lounge? I think I’m lost.”

“Oh, I can help with that.” Smiling to the teacher, he pointed up the hall. “It’s up the hall and down to the right. Not particularly hard to find, but easy to overlook.”

For a moment he forgot about his own embarrassing act, and walked with the man down to the teachers’ lounge. It didn’t take long, but Joe’s mood had lifted as he said goodbye and thanked the teacher. Now Joes only problem was finding his classroom.

What lesson did he have, anyway? Music or Spanish? Maybe German? Joe was almost sure that he was supposed to have a language. And since the most lessons involving languages were on the third floor, he followed the stairs up. As soon as he reached the last step before the second floor, a rumbling sounded through the hallways downstairs. Joe leaned out from the banister, looking down the stories. If he concentrated, he could hear yelling from the hallways, but it was too low for Joe to make out real words. Wordlessly, he pushed it aside, remembering that there were several music rooms on that floor. It was probably just some idiot playing with the expensive instruments. Hopefully they had broken something and had to pay! He would probably hear about it to the assembly next time. Joe laughed to himself and turned to take the last step, when he collided with something cold. It was like dark smoke, and reminded him of walking into a spider-web. Something grabbed his arm and yanked hard on it, before letting go completely.

It wasn’t so much the falling Joe minded, but the sudden stop at the end, where he smacked his head into the floor. White lights exploded behind his instinctively closed eyelids. He moaned. What the? He thought, as he squinted through the pain and straight up into a face above his. The man looked like the average teacher, white picket fence and three kids. If it weren’t for the long teeth that protruded from his mouth. He looked like he was wearing a sick, permanent smile.

“Wanna play?” He grinned, and hissed at him, like a feline animal. 

Joe’s head had gone numb from the pain, and adrenalin flooded his system. He stood up, giving the thing a right hook to the face. It snarled, holding out claws that looked like its teeth. It looked as if it was going to pounce and eat his sorry ass, but it halted on its toes, right before jumping at him. Joe held up his hands to hit it again, but it only looked around, whimpered and then it scooted off, leaving him confused as hell.

What was that? He shook his head and relaxed his stance a bit, feeling cold, exhausted, and as if he was going to faint at any second. Either that or the roof had decided to move around on its own. His vision blurred, and he staggered through the hall, trying to remember where the nurses’ office was. He stopped.

Never having been sick or hurt, he’d never felt the need to go to the nurses office, even though there must’ve been a lot of nurses around for the student with ‘special needs’. Well, that was what the teachers called them. Ranging from who you were, the names changed, getting nastier and nastier. But he needed to lie down before he fell and hurt himself even more. He hit a door frame with his shoulder and looking around, realizing that all of the classroom doors were open. The ones he could see were messy, and it looked like someone had left in a hurry. He halted past the rest of the open doors while he held a hand to his sore head, feeling around after serious injuries. But his slow brain did comprehend the footsteps running towards him, and he clumsily moved into a classroom. Hiding up against the wall, he closed his eyes and listened.

“What was that?” someone said, sounding hysteric. The girls question was met by soft sobbing, and the footsteps moved past him in a hurry. When they faded away he heaved a sigh of relief, even though a part of him knew it would be better to go out and identify himself. Maybe he could’ve helped them.

His head pounded viciously, and he rethought that. Maybe not. But something must be… He gasped, feeling like his head had been kicked by a horse. Wrong. Something must be very, very wrong.

Maybe not. But something must be…

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