the lockers (part 1)

the first day of sixth grade was the day I discovered the lockers that were twice the size of the normal lockers. These lockers lacked a number and both lockers on each side of them skipped two numbers, like 1,2,4,5. They were always unsettling.

I pointed them out to my friends but they just called me paranoid and thought nothing of them. I followed their advice and stopped worrying about the strange lockers. that is, until one day, while I was making my way to the drinking fountain located directly across from one of the strange lockers. as I was sipping from the fountain, I swore I heard a slight rustling coming from the locker. I then heard quiet gasping like someone was trying to catch their breath.

I ran with all my might to the classroom. The next time I encountered one of these lockers was after school. I had gotten a detention after throwing a banana across the cafeteria and got caught. I was making my way to the office after school hours to serve my detention, when I saw the locker and decided to do something stupid... I was going to open it. To my surprise, it opened with little effort. It wasn't locked.

I peeked inside and saw a vast, dark hallway that seemed to go on forever. I decided to see where it led so I made my way over the ledge and in the locker. I closed the locker behind me so nobody would find me. I walked down the hall slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. I saw an empty room at the end of the hall and as I got closer, I noticed the ungodly smell of rot and death. I entered the room and almost hurled bile from my stomach. I saw the source of the smell almost instantly, and I realized my effort was fruitless and I hurled anyway. The source was a dozen corpses of staff and students. the shock was too much for me to handle and I collapsed in a ball, sobbing quietly. It felt like hours passed of me just crying on the floor before I noticed a gate separating the room from another long corridor that was similar to the school hallways. It had a floor of dusty and smashed white tiles. The walls were covered in what looked like children's art drawn on yellowed and musty paper. I was confused and almost left until I heard a voice that sounded eerily similar to mine. It was pleading for help and it was a genuine and heart wrenching plea of fear and desperation. I was finally able to move and crept to the barrier between safety and danger. I pulled it open as quietly as possible and started down the hall.

I noticed the classroom doors on each side of the hall. The numbers were counting up by twos. the lockers did the same. Most doors were boarded up with excessive amounts of planks and nails. I finally heard the yells get closer at room 104 and then at the door of room 108. They got the loudest at room 110, which was the only door that had a window. I could barely see through the ancient glass, but I did see movement and decided I would open the door; however as I gripped the first plank, I got a overwhelming feeling of dread. My brain told me to run but I refused...I should have listened.

I pried and pulled until the first plank snapped in half. then the next one, then the next, and finally the last one. I gripped the knob and twisted until the door was open. I was shocked at what was inside. It was ungodly, a freak of nature never meant to be seen by mankind. what I saw will never leave my mind. I was met with a tall, deathly thin humanoid. It was hunched over and facing the wall. I was frozen as a floorboard creaked and the thing whipped around. It was pale with a blue hue and its mouth was stuck in a permanent open mouth frown. It looked like the sad mask in theatres. It lacked eyes and instead had empty sockets of vast darkness. It didn't move its lips as it spoke, "h-help meeeeeeeeee" in my voice.

I ran and ran until I was running down the old hallway. As I was flying through the hall, I heard hundreds of voices crying out from every room and the doors shook in their frames as the things slammed their weight into the doors. I kept running until I reached the gate and slammed it. I came tumbling out from the locker and slammed it as well. I never stopped running until I passed out in the forest. Next thing I can remember was the police shaking me awake and explaining that I was missing for two days. I changed schools and never went back. They don't believe me, nobody does, but I swear I know what I saw.

Submitted November 06, 2019 at 07:56PM by UrMomGayKid https://ift.tt/2PTodtB