After a vaguely drinkable cup of water, from a nearby fountain, and a sit down, I was back to normal and itching to explore, hidden monsters or not. “Right, we know what’s happening, don’t we?” Everyone agreed to Jacob’s statement and we went into our two groups. Our group would explore the lower classrooms, while Eve’s group explored the other. We had each other on speed dial, just in case, though I think we all knew I wouldn’t help. That policeman was right about communications, as we couldn’t contact anyone outside of the building, though hopefully that wouldn’t be the case when both phones were in the building. So, our group set off down the demonic corridor to search the lower classrooms and offices, while the other group went up near-demolished stairs, to the upper level. We gazed at the portraits of every headmaster, which adorned the sickly yellow walls, eyes trying to intimidate us. As we went down, the pictures became more recent and, soon, portraits had turned to black and white photos, which had turned to faintly coloured. The last one to hang on the wall was of 'Headmaster Umbra', who was charge 1959-1968, a middle aged man, who had piercing eyes and pristinely-kept clothing. "Nightmare material much?" I muttered under my breath, though I suspect Rani heard me, if the look she gave me was anything to go on.
Continuing on the horror story, we entered the first classroom, a History room, by the look of it. The room was cluttered with old desks, barely leaving any room to walk around and you can tell the teacher's desk from the others by the overly large piles of books and papers, covering the majority of the surface. There were so many, we decided it would take too long to search through them all now and we should look later. Just an overview, at first, we decided. When we met up with the others and compared findings, we'd figure out what was next. Looking at the blackboard, at the front, the last lesson in was on the 26th July 1968, so that would be over 40 years ago. I couldn't have said it was the last date someone was in this room, with the groups that had ventured through this building prior to our arrival.
Next was to look through the section under all the desks, a tedious task for all four of us. It took about 5 minutes of searching to find something of any interest and even then, it was just a rusty, old key, barely filling the palm of my hand. Sighing in disappointment, I put it back, wondering if we would ever find anything remotely useful. This was our first time doing something like this; what if it was a complete failure? I knew for a fact Rani wouldn’t willing spend another night in an abandoned area, like this, and I’m pretty sure some of the others may feel the same way.
Giving up, we went through the exit, trying to pluck up the will to search the other classrooms, rather than scraping the whole plan and really having a sleepover. If only I’d seen the sinister figure, staring at us from behind the door. Then, the outcome might have been different. But, it wasn’t, so I wouldn’t know the existence of these things, until a later date, same as my friends.
The next few classrooms were just as boring, each one being nearly as identical as the last. If you think school during the day is boring, search around at night, when you have nearly no-one there. The only thing weird; well, to me, though I’m not the most observant person in the world; was how identical they really were. Each board had the same date in the same place and the same handwriting; each desk had two exercise books, a couple of freshly sharpened pencils and a pen (with the exception of the desk with the key); even the graffiti on the chairs and desk seems familiar. Finally, we decided to split up further; me and Jacob looking in one room, while Rani and Mia looked in the other. However, the next one we looked in was very different. Unlike the others, which had been clearly showing their age, this one was so clean, I was almost afraid to enter. Mind you, Jacob was, and walking straight in, looked around and asked me, “What is this place?”
“I have no idea,” I said, also examining various aspects of the room, “But, I intend to find out.” This room clearly wasn’t a classroom, but an office. The walls and flooring was white, but not like a blank white, but a sparkly, ‘I’ve been washed’ white. In the middle, there was a fairly new looking desk, which was a silvery, metallic colour, and one of those spinning computer chairs behind it, despite the fact the room was now too new to possibly exist. Reaching for the handle to the drawer under it, I felt a shiver overcome me, a sign that this impossible room was bad news. Opening it I had a confused expression, which had invaded my face.
A pink, fluffy pen and a notebook?
What? How does that make any sense? I rubbed my eyes, to make sure they weren’t deceiving me, yet they still lay there, acting the part of a confusing object. I sensed Jacob looking over my shoulder, reading the cover title aloud. “My mystery notebook? What on earth is that?” I shrugged, finally deciding to pick up the notebook and give the pen to Jacob. “Here,” I said, a cheeky grin suddenly appearing on my face, “You can add it to your collection.” With that sentence, I received an attack of the pen. Both of us laughed at this failed attempt to harm me, before I opened the book.
Inside, it seemed completely blank, other than a couple of words on the inside cover and a label, claiming the notebook belonged to 'Sarah Caesar'. The message, however, was gibberish. It read 'Wkh oljkw ri d wrufk zloo jxlgh brxu zdb', handwritten in the centre of the first page. I showed this to Jacob, who also seemed confused. Why had someone left this in here? Was it just to show that someone used this office once, or something more? This is another time I wish I could change, for, if I had only looked up, I would have seen the murky brown eyes of the creature above me and could have possibly stopped there from being such a devastating outcome. Yet, that too was not to be, as Jacob and I walked out of the room, feeling as perplexed, if not more, than when we entered the curious room.
We met back up with Rani and Amelia in the hall between the two rooms, where they told us they'd found exactly the same things as with most of the other rooms. While that in itself could been seen as mysterious, the room we'd looked in had pushed all of that information into a shadowy, isolated corner of our minds. We quickly explained what we'd seen, while the two girls gaped at us, speechlessly. This could have been a huge clue, so we took them back to where the room had been.
"Why would a school have a place like this?!" Amelia's enthusiastic voice bounced off of the walls, making my ears ring slightly. They'd been searching the place for at least 5 minutes and, as Jacob and I had already spent longer looking around it, we were getting a bit bored. "It's inevitable that there's something off about this school, it's just a matter of what and why people have been going missing because of it." I'd gone through as many possibilities in my head as physically possible, yet none of them seemed to make any sense. Suddenly, a loud click rung out and we all turned to look. When I look back now on how I desperately tried to open the now locked door, I see it as an incredibly stupid thing to do.
Because, when I finally got the door open, the creature was standing outside of it, giant wooden club ready to rain down on me.