The School Basement

When I was a child, in third grade, to be exact, there were tales that the basement of my school was haunted by a janitor that died of an ownkown reason.

Some say he was killed by a ghost, and some say he was strangled by some wires. I thought it was all a joke, so now, being in seventh grade, I decided to gather up some friends and went to check it out. As it turns out, the elementary school shut down because of concerned health issues in the cafeteria.

My best friend Swim and I packed up a flashlight, a phone, and a pocket knife, just in case. We lived only a few miles from the old school so we took our backpacks and we headed to the school. When we got to the school, the doors were locked.

"I don't think we should do this", Swim told me.

I insisted we did. We ended up busting a few windows, and climbed inside. The school had vines growing inside, and desks turned over.

"This is really creepy", Swim told me.

"Swim, don't worry, it'll be fine", I assured him. We were walking in the hallway, our footsteps echoed, when all of a sudden, someone met my shoulder. "SHIT!" I yelled.

There were two people, about our age. A boy, and a girl, each equipped with flashlights. "Hey, we're going to check out the basement", the boy said.

"Yeah, and we're about to get the hell out of here", Swim said.

"No, we're going with you guys," I said.

The boy and girl led us to the door. The hinges were broken and there was a sign that was ripped and faded.

It read:

"Caution: NO STUDENTS ALLOWED!"

I turned the knob and walked inside. The door slammed shut. Swim and I said, "What the..?" when all of a sudden the door locked. The boy and girl were laughing, with grins on their face when all of a sudden, they vanished.

Swim and I begged for help, and our hands trembled as we reached for our phones. "Dial 911!" I yelled at Swim. "I'm trying!" Swim replied. But right as he dialed the number, the phone slipped out of his hand and slid across the room. Boards creaked and we heard footsteps as I spotted a window. "Swim! Follow me!" I yelled. We ran across the room where the janitor I assumed was.

I busted the window and I jumped out. I tried to help Swim but as a tugged on him, he seemed to slip into the window. Swim yelled and pleaded to the being to let him go, but it was as if the darkness devoured him. This happened two years ago and I am now in a mental hospital for schizophrenia, but when I get out of here, I'll kill whoever took Swim, I'll kill it.

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