𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

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Summary

𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

Genre
Horror/Thriller
Author
Vivi
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
4
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

2:53

My eyes kept drifting closed. History is the most boring class ever invented. No one would care if I closed my eyes for a minute, would they?


11:05

I woke up feeling something touch my back. Probably someone telling me my bus is here. I look around to see that the lights were off and no one was here. I checked my phone. 11:05. How did everyone forget about me? How did my parents? Well, it doesn’t matter now. I pick up my things and walk to the door, hoping that it’s unlocked. It’s open. I thought they locked the doors to the classrooms. I walked into the hallway and headed for the front office.


11:14

I keep hearing weird noises. Like stuff falling, footsteps, and something else. I don’t know how to describe it. The footsteps don’t sound like human footsteps. When I look around, I don’t see anyone there. I keep walking.


11:26

I’m hiding in the janitor’s closet. There’s something out there and it’s not human. I can’t call anyone and my texts won’t go through. I don’t know what to do.


11:40

The back doors won’t open and the glass is too thick to break. My only choice is the front doors.


12:00

I saw it. It’s shaped like a dog. A big one. It doesn’t have any eyes, only empty sockets. Its claws are huge and its tail has spikes. I can see its bones through its skin.

12:10

I don’t think I’ll make it. It saw me. It managed to claw up my back. I’m back in hiding.


12:24

I’ve lost too much blood. My only option is to try and make it to the front. I don’t see it anywhere in the hallways so I should be able to make it to the front.


12:40

It’s so hard to move. The cuts in my back are still bleeding, but most of it has stopped. I hear it. I think it’s in the hall to my right. It sounds like it’s tearing through the lockers.


12:52

I don’t know if I will be able to make it to the front. It heard me. It had gotten a hold of my leg and tore it up. I can barely move.


1:00

I got to the front. I can’t get the door open. It’s behind me.


1:05

It got me.


1:17


1:31


2:00


3:00


4:00


5:00


6:30

“Looks like it got another one”

“Yep.”

“I guess we have to clean this up before anyone gets here.”