No One Ever Knew...

Piper just moved to her new school, and she is positive that there is something wrong with. The history of the school isn't the best, and the principal never comes out of his office. She is determined to figure out the secrets of this school, even if she has to die to figure it out.


9. HIDE!!!!

The door slammed shut behind us, disappeared quickly. The girl? She was nowhere to be found. The lighting was very dim, and I grabbed my cell phone to use it as a flashlight. Howard shook his head. "We don't know who or what is down here, and the last thing we need is for them to track us down because of our little light," he said.

'But--" I started. 

He shook his head. I could've protested, but I didn't. 

With my flashlight off, I had to use my senses other than my eyes to "see" what was around me. The air was horribly cold. My cardigan and blazer was little help to the biting cold of where ever we were. I didn't pay attention to the ground, but it felt like bones. "Nah," I whispered to myself. 

"Hm?" Howard said. 

"Oh," I smiled, "Nothing."

He gave me a look. 

"Really?" he questioned.

"Really! I was...just assuring myself that the ground we are walking on isn't bones."

He bent down and picked something off the ground. I could make out his hands feeling around whatever it was that he picked up. He then proceeded to drop it and wave me along.

"But!" I said. 

"But what?" he asked. 

When did Howard get so difficult? I wanted to punch him hard in the stomach. 


"What did it feel like?" 

I could've checked myself, but it was just that constant nagging fear in the corner of my head saying it would be scraped bones, with dried blood and pieces of meat on it. I shuddered in disgust. The last thing I wanted to feel was dried bones under my unsuspecting hands. 

"It felt like bones. Maybe it wasn't. That's always a good thought to think," he said. 


I was about to tell him off when something whizzed past my ear and dug itself into the tree next to my ear. I almost screamed but I immediately covered my mouth with my hands, as if to push the scream back inside of me. 

"GO! GO!" said a man's voice, deep and harsh.

"Run!" Howard tells me. 

Everybody was saying something. My vocal cords were feeling left out.

"Run! Run! As fast you can! You can't catch us! I'm the gingerbread man!"

What the heck did I just say?

Howard gave me a look of confusion, that signaled the question what? I shrug and shake my head in that I don't know way with my I don't know face. 

We keep running. But I could feel myself getting tired. We needed to hide. Howard seemed to be limping. Did he sprain something? 

I speed up to him and say, "Howard, we need to hide."

He nods his agreement. "Run fast as you can," he says.

We run faster than we ever did. My lungs are burning and what feels like buckets of sweat run down my head. There! 

I point discreetly to a little, hole in the ground. We turn the little turn in the ground and fall into it. The men are too late to see our little hiding spot. 

"Dang. The kid was right," says a voice.

"Damn her! Damn them all! we will catch them. The Highest One doesn't have to know! We'll break their necks and eat them as our breakfast. And that girl will be a prize, you know?" says the same voice that had yelled go.


"Sir, that isn't right."

"Your life isn't right."

"But, sir--"

"I could slit your throat right here, right now. You'll just be another death that everyone would forget in five minutes. How does that sound, hm?"

There are no more protests, and the mean man says, "That's what I thought."

I want so badly to go home. 


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