"Have you ever gotten the feeling when your around hundreds of people and no on sees you? Or when your in a large group of friends and no one makes a motion of you even being there? Or even when it's just the two of you and they see right past you?
How do you think it makes us feel? We are the No-Ones. We are the Unseen. We are the Granted. We many work slowly, but this slowness and the unseen-ness of our actions will only lead to your distruction. You don't see us as we walk behind you with a knife to slip between your shoulder blades. You don't see as the noose slides around your neck and the chair is kicked from beneith your feet. You won't see anything until the trigger is pulled. Why? Because you never did before, until it was too late. . . ate. . . ate. . . t. . . "
The distorted voice of the intercom echoed through the forgotten halls and the small group of friends stared at each other. Why they had decided to go to the haunted school in the first place was beyond them now. Just as now it was too late to go for the doors. All seven exits were locked and chained from the outside. The windows were all locked and bared. No one was getting out until someone let them out.
"Where is my phone?" Sasha asked seaching her pockets and finding nothing. Everyone else did the same and eyes opened a little wider when they realized they had no communication to the outside.
"We can find a way out of here," Clare said, trying to place a fake, macho facade over his frightened eyes. He was the one, after all that everyone counted on. Football team, he was their Captain. Drama team, he was their lead actor. Of course he would be the one to get them out of this.
Jenny and Steven looked a bit more comforted while the other two--Molly and Camron--weren't so easily persuaded. . . .
(Short but not finished.)
Nice I really liiiiked it~
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