A story with a truth

Prologue

He glanced up at the  clock.

“Damn!”, he exclaimed.  He opened a rusty drawer and picked up 2 books. He put them in his satchel and ran out of the room. He was late.

Late.

He knew what it meant.

CHAPTER X

“Every student that has ever been late, has not been seen in the school again” , his friend had once told him.

He wished that this wasn’t true though he knew it was. Drake, Campbell, Chan, Mark. They had all disappeared over the last 3 months. He hated being in a stuck up military school in Baghdad. 

He absolutely hated it.

Luke sprinted harder and pushed himself to his max. Would he be able to reach in time was his worry of the moment. When you’re in a military school, you know when you are really going to be in trouble.

Finally he reached the freshly-repainted building which laid at the end of the street. His hostel and the school were on the same street as to say, as the street was around 8 kms long. The building held a sense of dullness. A morbid atmosphere. Certainly not fit for teaching.

He pushed open the doors and there , standing in front of him was Mr. Long . Mr.Long was his P.E teacher. He was the roughest among them and he was a by-product of this very school.

“Hold it right there, Sonny”, Mr.Long beamed in an unpleasant manner.

“Yes, sir”, answered Luke. Though there was no question asked, when you study in a military school , you mostly open your mouth to say “Yes, sIr”.

“You’re late. You know what that means”, said Mr Long.

“Shit! I’m done for”, thought Luke. ”Yes, Sir” said he.

“Come on. Follow me”, ordered Long.

“Yes, Sir”, replied Luke.

Long took out his key from his Turtleneck jacket as the proceeded to the end of the hallway.  He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it. The door creaked open. A singular gasp could be heard as when the door creaked, all the classes heard it and they knew what was going to happen. Just they didn’t know to whom it was going to.

Suddenly, the dull grey colors of the hallway turned into a duller black corridor. As Long led him to  a small door marked “The Dungeons” , Luke could feel his heart twist and turn. The dungeon door was a huge steel door with grills like in the movies.

Again , Long opened this door with his keys and put them back into his pocket. In a flash he rushed out and closed the door behind him.

“Uh-Oh”

There was no light except for the faint radiance of something reddish in color.

And then it happened. The ceiling fell on to the floor , crushing every bone in Luke’s body.

Epilogue

“Ah!  BLOOD! This is the best way for a vampire to survive in a modern world” exclaimed Long

TRUTH: School sucks the blood/life out of students

The Haunted Hill

There was a story writing competition in our school and I didn't get to write this story which has a lot of potential so I thought I would write it down.

Haunted Hill

The creepy lane which passes up to the shady willows was travelled by less. Stories of mysterious disappearances and killings were associated with this lane which led up to a small hill on which stood a haunted mansion. This place had practically no inhabitants. How brilliant it would be to spend a day in that house which was supposedly empty! These thoughts , buzzing in the mind of a boy of 15, Conan , disappeared a quick as they had appeared. He looked out of the window. Across his house ,stood a post office. His uncle had worked there for more than a decade before retiring. He was still known by everyone in the post office. There was one person with whom he had acquainted a few days earlier. His name was Marcus. He was 18 years old and had a part-time job in the post office. John watched as the drizzling rain came to a halt and a slim boy came out of the post office. John called out "Bye Marcus!" and he waved his hand. Marcus too smiled and went on his way. He lived just 2 blocks away.

John said, "Hey Marcus! I had a brilliant idea yesterday". Marcus replied, "A penny for your thoughts" and sat down on the bench in the park. It was a bright sunny evening. John said, "I thought maybe we could explore the "HAUNTED HILL". I always find it funny that people still believe in those old things. And why is that man in that black overcoat staring at us?".Marcus whispered, "I hear he is a psychopath. Has been hanging out in the town lately. Watch out for him.". "So lets go explore !" he said. They both raced to their bicycles and staring at the shady man , they rode away. They were a couple of blocks away from the hill now. John had black hair and was physically active. Whereas Marcus had blond hair and was thinner than the average teenager. They parked their bikes and walked towards the mansion. They saw that the psychopath had followed them .They broke into a run. The psychopath held a crowbar in his hand and was chasing them frightfully fast. They reached the mansion. They reached for the door and were shocked to find out that it was open. They ran in and closed the door. And leant against the doors. The man pushed hard but the boys held back. Suddenly The man broke the latch with his crowbar and started pushing with all his strength.

John was out of strength and tired but he was also headstrong and kept pushing. In an instant , an idea thundered in his mind. He said "Marcus, hold the door back for me. I will be back in an instant". Marcus nodded with a look of disappointment. John ran towards the kitchen and brought out a pan and ran back. The door was ajar. He was tensed and frightened now. He reached for the door. Before he knew what was happening the pan was throw out of his hand and he was thrown to the other side of the room. The blow on his head was too much for him. He suddenly came to his senses. His head was aching . Marcus was standing over him. He asked" Marcus ? How did you…". He got his answer when he saw the psychopath lying on the ground. John was thrown aback. There were three or four more people in the room. All dressed in random attire. One of them said "He's all yours" . He kept staring at Marcus who silently crouched and he sinked his long vampire teeth into his throat.

 

Epilogue

The town police never found their police officer's body who was stuck on the Haunted Hill's case and was feared dead. Nothing more was known about John. Such was the case of Haunted Hill.

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This is my new blog. Here is where I share my imaginary and hopefully well written stories to you. These stories generally range from suspense to mystery stories.