12 October 2012
As I walk through my school to my next lesson I come across a door. I have never seen this here before. And let me tell you I have been here awhile, ok too long. I know the ins and outs of this place. I know what I can get away and how to get away with anything just not murder. Not that I've tried. I have never seen it here before, I have heard nothing about it. Should I go in??
I slowly and hesitatingly lift my arm up to grab the door. Push the handle down. And push ever so lightly. With images flashing through my head of what could be there or what could happen. I close my eyes suddenly because I am scared of what could be there. I open them again after I have regained my courage.
It is a room filled with paintings. Some of a family, some of a girl (who is also in the family). I think to myself for I minute. I want to ask so many questions but I know I can't. Who would I ask. There is a sudden bang, I sprint to the door because I watched it in a movie. It was locked I couldn't get out. It takes me a while to realise, and when I finally do I realise I am trapped. Scanning the room for an escape route there is nothing for I while. Then I notice an open window. It is quite high up so I started to think how would I get there. There is a pipe that leads near enough to the window. I decide to try there is nothing I can really lose. I walk slowly to the pipe. The photos still seem to creep me out I can't really get used to them. It is a good thing I learnt gym when I was little, I always used to be good at the rope. I started climbing. As I was about to change onto a different pip my hand slipped. I felt a rush of panic slither through me. I screamed for help. I really needed help. As I was about to give up someone grabbed my wrist pulled me up. It was a boy I had never seen before. I couldn't stop saying 'thank you'. I asked who he was and he said he name was Ollie then I asked him if he knew the people in the portraits but he didn't. I asked him how he got here an he said that he felt something weird and then let his feet lead the way. We talked while we climbed of course. We finally got to the window. He was such a gentlemen and pushed it open for me. But we realised it was a hell. All we could see was child screaming. Why? I honestly don't know. But what I can tell is that I felt a tear run down my face. I brushed it away quickly so he didn't notice. But I think he did.
I turned round to look at him and in the corner of my eye. I saw water. Flood I scream.
Story Part 1 • Opuss № I