Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25907694-20150217053342

The computer lab was full.

Weary and unfortunate eyes looked at their computers, the situation was almost hypnotic.

Untouched, the bodies remained, lifeless, staring. Eyes forced open, their gaze never left the burning screen. Their pupils never dilating, their hands never typing.

They were long since dead.

The room was dark, decrepit, abandoned, pessimistic, and somber. The clandestine air provided a feeling of forthcoming calamity. Sadness was in the air like mist at the bottom of a waterfall. The eerie aura like fog in a cold morning.

Nobody in the room could do anything, they were dead.



Suddenly, the ground shook, an alarm was heard. It was terribly deafening. The noise persisted, leading the non-deceased humans in the building to think it almost ostentatious.

After all, life was not entirely nonexistent in this building of secrecy.

They were running, frantically. Suddenly, the old age speakers boomed, blowing cobwebs from its filter:

'''There is no getting out. '''



The young man woke up. The side of his face slightly smeared with saliva, and with a seemingly wounded forehead. His eyes were partially blurred, and his neck felt cramped.

''Must’ve dozed off…that was terrifyingly vivid. ''

The adolescent shook his body, as if sputtering out any remembrance and feelings attached from that terrible nightmare.

He started looking around, noticing everyone’s seemingly boring face. Their odd trance was quite alarming.

<p class="MsoNormal">The human realized the lights were off, and dread filled his mind. Trepidation overcame him, followed by doubt, followed by reassurance as his teacher walked in the classroom. His teacher walked back to his desk and let out an exasperated sigh. As he went back to work on the computer, the young man noticed his expression change. The teacher quickly became lifeless, frozen in time, a fossil.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The young man felt truly terrified as he looked at his teacher. His mind rushed to conclusions, attempting to explain the situation before him.

<p class="MsoNormal">He did not realize, but the whole building was covered in a cape of darkness.

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, he heard shuffling from outside the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">Black figures entered the room.

<p class="MsoNormal">Looking closer, they seemed to be humans in suits that were covering their entire body, like a costume. They walked in an orderly line, almost like they were trained.

<p class="MsoNormal">The young man was beyond words at this point, staring at the beings shuffle inside the crowded classroom. They had knives in their hands. Long, smooth, and deathly sharp weapons.

<p class="MsoNormal">As if it was choreographed or rehearsed, the beings started to slice everyone’s neck, puncturing the jugular and letting the blood flow. Its higher viscosity dragged like brown syrup. Their blood was thicker, for some reason. The young man’s mind instantly flashed to a painting of splattered red, for it was the only thought he could associate the experience with.

<p class="MsoNormal">Time started to slow down. The beings motion’s a tenth of a second, moving, walking. The young student’s classmates showed no terror in their expressions, nor any pain.

<p class="MsoNormal">Their still faces scared the young man even more.

<p class="MsoNormal">The human could not think, for a split second he was blocked. There was no escape.

<p class="MsoNormal">His breath was a rhythmic drum beat in a band. The beat increased, with a faster tempo as the time dragged on.

<p class="MsoNormal">His brain followed with a pitiful and stark bass.

<p class="MsoNormal">His heart emitted a random and chaotic volley of sharp and ear-wrenching strings. The violin continued to play; screeching.

<p class="MsoNormal">He could feel their steps on the floor as if they were stepping on mud. The beats intensified.

<p class="MsoNormal">The being behind stood, watching, inspecting, feeding off his confusion.

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<p class="MsoNormal">There was a split second of silence. The human closed his eyes waiting for it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal">Time decreased by an even larger increment, the young man thought it was over, that there was nothing there, that it was all in his imagination, some sick joke, a projection of his broken mind.

<p class="MsoNormal">But he was wrong.

<p class="MsoNormal">He could feel them, grinning. He could see their wickedness, feel their smile, and sense their silhouette. The darkened room could not hide their pitch black shadows; their tainted shadows.

<p class="MsoNormal">The beings did this intentionally, as a joke, as a playful jest.

<p class="MsoNormal">The young man’s stomach felt empty, like he pushed the pedal too fast going down a hill. Time slowed even more, the snail-like motions of the other beings were almost peaceful.

<p class="MsoNormal">At a time of hopelessness, he found himself in an even deeper pit of despair.

<p class="MsoNormal">The human knew its fate, and saw something at the door.

<p class="MsoNormal">A small human boy was watching, with widened eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">The young man stretched his hand, as if warning him to leave, but it was too late; after all:

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<p class="MsoNormal">There was no escape.

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