User:DefinitelyHybrid

Life in St. Maria's School for Troublesome Young Men wasn't difficult, although I'm not implying that I enjoyed it. My stay there was dull-- I ate three meals a day, attended eight classes, and had hardly any friends. The two guys who actually liked me were my roomates, which condisted of a chubby boy named Harry, and a skinny boy everyone called Fly. Flute's real name was Eugene, but he was ready to put a nsil through anyone's temple who called him that. Harry and Fly were nothing alike. None of us were. Maybe that's why we were such good friends.

One night, when Harry was sleeping and Fly and I were laying on our backs in the dark, we heard a noise outside our door, a really loud thump. Naturally, we closed our eyes and rolled over, tangling in our blankets. Around this time was when Mr. Adkins, our hall's supervisor, would be making his rounds to check if we were all asleep.

The door squeaked open fast, the doorknob hitting the back of the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mr. Adkins's shadow. The door closed, more quietly this time, and I could hear heavy footsteps leaving it.

Fly yawned and said, "Guess it's time to go to sleep. Wouldn't want Fatkins pulling us into his office for not staying awake in Algebra..." I muttered something like "Yeah," and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I heard footsteps coming down the hall. They were faster, and they stopped once again in front of ou door. The knob turned, and slowly the door opened all the way. The footsteps left, the door still wide open. I rolled my eyes and got up to close it. I jumped back into my bed and closed my eyes a second time.

After another three minutes, the footsteps appeared once again, even faster, stopping in front of our door. Like last time, the door opened all the way. When I heard the footsteps leave, I closed it again, annoyed and confused.

It was unnatural for Mr. Adkins to check on us more than twice, snd he always closed the door. I layed back down on my bed and covered up, only to be presented with an opening door minutes later. "Hey," I said finally, standing up. Sure enough, Mr. Adkins was standing at the door. "I can't sleep if..." My voice died as I took in the man. He was staring straight ahead, his face blank. Then, he went back down the hallway. I watched him before closing the door. He moved almost mechanically, his legs stretching out, stiff and straight. He turned around the corner, and I quickly shut the door and climbed into bed, closing my eyes tightly and covering my head with a blanket.

Moments later, like I suspected, the door opened. Instead of getting up to close it, I stayed in bed. Another several minutes passed by, and my chest got an odd feeling, like someone else wad in the room. I swallowed, and turned around.

There he stood, Mr. Adkins, with the same empty eyes, ate the edge of my bed. All of a sudden, his lips pulled back and I could see his teeth appearing in a painfully wide smile. Then he turned, going to leave the room with those stiff robot steps.

When he was outside the door his head turned on his neck. I gasped as his cold eyes met mine, the smile still visuble. He spoke, his voice making me repel.

"Next time, YOU close the door." and with that, he disapeared down the hallway once more.