Room 1997

“Hey bro, do you know what date and time is today?”

“Hmmm, it’s already midnight, meaning September had just stepped in.” The brunette answered his friend’s question before putting his phone back to his pocket as they stroll the empty and dark hallway.

“What are we even doing here in the middle of the midnight?” The short boy asked looking outside to see the moon.

The brunette snorted, “So we can escape our parents sermons, duh?” He answered right away before they stop at their track as a banging sound echoed through the hallway.

“W-what the heck was that?” asked the short boy in a terrified manner, even backing away as if he’s ready to take off. The brunette smacked his head, “Kurt, you idiot! You’re such a cry baby, you know that? Sometimes, I even doubt your gender.”

The short boy, who was named Kurt, pout his lips before looking straight ahead the dark and empty hall before turning his gaze back to his friend, “There’s no ghosts here, right Brian?”

The brunette, Brian, just snorted at how his friend react before ruffling his brown locks, “There are no--”

Just as he about to finish his sentence, a scream of a man boomed, startling them both. Brian let out a shaky breath before he back away a little. “Y-yah, Kurt.. c’mon let’s find another place.” He called but no one answer which confused him.

“K-Kurt..” he turned his head over his shoulder to check his friend, “Kurt?” he called once again when he saw no one behind him, looking down, he almost had a heart attack upon seeing Kurt lying on the ground. Eyes plucked out. Neck was sliced. Tongue was pulled out.

“KURT!”

And out from no where, pair of hands grab both of his feet before dragging him, making him to fall flat on his stomach.

The brunette tried to claw on the floor as if it can help him to fight against the strong grasp. His screams echoed in the whole building, but before darkness ate him in, Brian look up with tears blurring his sight and saw a bloody room.

Room 1997. It read before he saw a blur figure of a boy that’s around his age, “H-help me...” he muttered, but the mysterious boy just grin, his teeth showing up before his tongue came to lick the thick, red fluid that stream from his forehead down to his lips.

“I always wanted to have new friends.” It uttered before darkness completely ate Brian alive.