Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-43643311-20190827213557

''' I suddenly jumped out of my bed in a cold sweat. I don't know why I'm scared, I didn't even have a bad dream. So cold. I realize the air around me shouldnt be this cold in summer, even at night time. Looking around me I see where I actually am. It looks like a locker room, but there are only 10 lockers strewn about the walls surrounding me. The room is dark, with grimy walls, a few lockers and me in a single bed in the middle of it. Stepping out of the bed my feet touch the ground...so cold.'''

''' I notice a door and instantly run over to it. Shaking the handle like hell I can tell its locked. Next backing away from the doors I decide to look through the lockers to find anything. Honestly anything, I just need  something to make me feel safe. That's when a barely audible drip reaches my ear. Spinning around I see one of the lockers has a very thin puncture in it in it with liquid dripping out. The hole was small thin and long, you almost couldn't see it if you didn't try. As I walked closer to the locker I see what it is, Blood'''

''' Opening the locker I see a girl, looks like my age, 14, eyes wide open. and slender hole in her chest and a small picture. The picture seems to show people related to her all dead the same fateful way died. Despair. Looking around I realize only 4 lockers are this way.'''

'''In the next is a teenager boy, about 17. A scowling face and the same slender hole. His photo shows a masked gunman and what looks like his parents dead in an old warehouse, leaking blood. A similar photo but it gives off a different aura. Anger. The next is another boy around 18, with a simple smile. The picture in his hands show presumably his parents fighting, though the father doesn't even look closely related to him. Resilience. '''

'''As i'm about to close it, I hear a deafening screech from across the door, then footsteps. '''

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

'''Without thinking I run into a locker on the very right of the room close it and sink all the way to the ground. My hands brush across something, my family and even some of my friends, tied up still alive, and a small pocket knife. Clutching it I realize I might be able to fight whatever is running towards me, I can save them, and opportunity. Confidence'''

Click.

'''The door unlocks and opens, dread rushes down my spine, But I ignore it to the best of my ability. I clutch the knife in  my hand waiting.'''

Knock-Knock

Knock-Knock

Knock-Knock

'''The knocking starts on the opposite side of the room. '''

Then it starts to get louder

KNOCK-KNOCK

Faster

KNOCK-KNOCK

KNOCK-KNOCK

Louder

KNOCK-KNOCK

KNOCK-KNOCK

'''Why did it stop. What's happening … why did it have to be me. I clutch the knife and right as i'm about to burst out of the locker. Then I'm dead, my blood spills to the floor. The blade went right through my spine I didnt even get to feel the pain.'''

The ritual is one step closer.  