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The Devils Sing

Have you ever thought about a school you went to in the past, and wanted to visit? Well, that's what happened to me. I went to a high school called "Greenfield Woods High" which was just your regular, everyday high school. I wanted to visit my old teachers for some weird reason. I looked the school up on Google Maps, just to make sure the school was still there, and it wasn't registered into their system anymore. It wasn't even in the suggestions bar. This confused me, because I was the class of 13' so the school couldn't have shut down yet. I looked up the address for the school instead, to see if it was still there. The area in which the school was, was covered in static. Only that area. Not even the stuff around it. For example there was a Circle K across the street from there, and that was clearly visible. Why was the area in which the school was built, I don't know. I wanted to go to see why exactly this was the case so I drove to the address to see what was there.

When I pulled up on the side of the parking lot, I noticed something very odd. The school was still there. In perfect condition. There were no cars I the parking lot, or anywhere near the school. This really confused me as to why the school wasn't registered in Google Maps anymore. Then my curiosity got the best of me. I got out of my car and approached the school. I went to the door that leads to the front office and checked to see if it was open. didn't originally think that the door would open, but to my surprise, it did. I was a little unsure about walking inside, but I did anyway. The first thing I noticed when I walked inside the front office was that there were no people at the front desk working. During my years there there was this lady that worked right at the front desk whose name was "Mrs. Grainlark", of whom I was buddy buddy with. She wasn't there. Nor was anyone. It was just a completely empty room.

At this point I was really confused, because the day I went was on a Thursday, and school was supposed to be in session. I was pretty much the only person there. To check to see if I was right, I walked out the door of the office that led to the main courtyard. As I predicted, there were no students or teachers walking around with backpacks or work bags. But there was something odd about the courtyard. Normally, as you walk out the door of the front office, you'd see the huge courtyard, as well as so e classrooms along the outdoor hallways. Well, all those classrooms were boarded up, and the windows were covered with curtain. I didn't really wanna mess with the boarding just yet, because there was still a lot to discover. I wanted to see if any of the indoor classrooms were boarded up, and sure enough, I was right. My science teacher's room, Mrs. McDonald, was boarded up along with all of my other past teachers. This kind if sent a chill down my spine. Anything could have happened to make all the teachers board up their rooms. I just didn't know what.

I wanted to see if there was any people in the rooms, so I put my head close to a creek in the door to see if I could here people talking. I didn't have any luck with most of the classrooms, but I did hear voices coming from my AP Math teacher's room, Mr. Hooke, but I couldn't really hear what the voices inside were saying, because they were very high pitched, and mumbly. This freaked me out, because now I knew that I wasn't the only one here. I quickly moved on to avoid any sudden shock of any more voices. As I moved along, I ended up at the performing arts stage, also where my AP Theatre teacher taught. Yes I had AP Theatre. I wasn't exactly the coolest kid there was. Anyway, when I got there I noticed that the door to the main stage was unlocked, so I went in. It was pretty generic, just like the way I remembered it, with all the stage props on the side and her desk, which would later be covered up with curtain during shows, and her projector, which would also be covered. However, all the of the stuff that was on her desk was cleared except for a little folded up piece of paper plopped in the middle. I went over to her desk, unfolded the piece of paper, and read it in my head. What I read completely terrified me. It said "If you wish to live dumb one, do not enter the Choir Preparation room. Me and my subjects do not like being disturbed during our ritual." This completely threw me off guard. I couldn't believe what I had just read. How did this person, whoever it was, know I was here? Part of me was saying that I should go to the Choir Preparation room, and another part of me was saying HELL NO GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS SCHOOL. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the best of me again, even though I was completely mortified about going within 10 feet of that room.

Finally, I had reached the hallway in which the Chorus Preparation room was. I was taking small baby steps toward the room. Before the Preparation room, was the concert hall, where the shows were performed. To calm myself down a bit, I decided to head in there first. Well, let me just say that going into the concert hall was doing the exact opposite of calming me down. I walked inside, and there were dozens and dozens of... dead corpses. They were everywhere. On the floor, on the seats, hanging from the upper decks, basically everywhere in the room except for on the stage. I screamed in horror, and quickly ran out of the hall and slammed the door shut. I could not take it. This was too much for me. Right as I was about to leave, there was a man standing at the end of the hall. Or at least I think it was a man. and he stood there with a hoodie draped over his face, and nothing in his hands. I quickly turned around to run the other direction, when I almost had a heart attack. There was a man/whatever it was standing directly behind me, and I had bumped into him. I fell to floor and just stared up at him. At this point I was screaming in absolute horror as I kept crawling backwards away from him. He then took a few big steps, grabbed me by the arm, and dragged me down the hall.

Now it all made sense. Why the doors were boarded up. Why the school didn't show in Google Maps. Why there was no one in the front office. I was just praying that whatever those guys, or whatever they were, were doing, they would just be done with it and I could leave this nightmare. They threw me in the Preparation room, where they had all sorts of creepy stuff in there, like upside down crosses, two burning upright crosses in the corner of the room, and a hellish light dimming the room. I was well past my breaking point, and I was completely bawling my eyes at this moment. The men's heads were still had a hoodie draped over them, so I still be for sure what these things actually were. They then yelled something that I couldn't really make out, because it sounded like they were speaking in a different language, which was weird because the note I found in the Theatre room was written in perfect English. Then the first thing grabbed my upper body and pulled it up to where my legs were dangling above the floor. I then infered that he wanted me to stand up, so I did. Then, I noticed that more and more of those things were walking in the room. More and more if them. I felt like I was about to puke. I was extremely uneasy. As soon as they all finally piled into the room, they all formed a circle, and threw me in the middle of it. One of the things then tied my arms to a pole, took off all my clothes, boxers and all, and he gave me what looked like a cloth and put in my mouth. I wasn't exactly sure why he gave me the cloth, until about a second later. As soon as they all were settled into a circle, they sat down. Then on of the things stood up and said "1". He then grabbed a blade out of his pocket and made a slash across my left leg. I instantly screamed in horror and cried in pain. It was until this point I found out that they were performing a ritual, and I was their subject.

The things kept on getting up, one by one, and saying the number that came after the one from before, and making a slash across my left leg until the reached the number 66. Then after the last person inthe circle said "66" and made a slash across my leg, each of the things had went to the back of the room and grabbed what looked like just a picture of a women, and a stapler. I knew exactly what they were gonna do. And I did not want to go through this anymore. I was far past my sanity level, and if I didn't get the hell out of there, then I was going to go insane. So I did something that might regret later, but at the time, I didn't care what I had to do to leave. I tried my very hardest to break through the ropes, and I tried undoing them with my fingers at the same time. I was extremely happy to find out that I broke free of the ropes. So I grabbed my clothes, and dashed out the hallway. The things started chasing me up until I reached the courtyard, where they turned around and ran back inside, as if they were vampires. Well I was happy to be gone from that extreme nightmare, but the police weren't happy to see that I had been running to my car butt naked for everyone to see my junk. Luckily, I only got a public nudity ticket and was done with it. I honestly didn't care what price that ticket had, I was still relived to be gone from that nightmare. I then put my clothes on and drive back home. I didn't want to go to the hospital and explain how exactly I got 66 slashes on my leg, so I just put some rubbing alcohol and band aids to have the same effect. I still have nightmares about that experience, and I don't think it will ever leave my head anytime soon. I still feel... as if... they are still watching me... trying to get revenge for escaping... just... waiting... 