August 15, 2016 by Lyn
You like that crowbar. Your big brother – stepbrother, but who’s counting – gave it to you as a parting gift. It had been more yours than his for the last two years, anyway, while he taught you car repair and, more fun, demolition.
It’s also heavier than a baseball bad, and has a nasty-looking hook on one end that Jack honed to an evil edge before he gave it to you – that you can heft it easily is sometimes enough intimidation. There are people screaming out there. You want to be intimidating. You also want breakfast.
You step back out into the hall, letting your eyes adjust to the horrible light, and make your way slowly to the first intersection. Isn’t this the way the ghosts came from? There’s no-one here now, at least, although you can hear a few soft whimpers, somewhere ahead in the dark, to the left. To the right – that’s the way you usually go to the Dining Hall – even the red lights are out. Something is hissing quietly in the darkness. It almost sounds like laughter.
If you go to the right, towards the hissing laughter, click here.
If you go to the left, towards the whimpering, click here.