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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Ghost Stories / Paranormal
- Published: 06/13/2015
Where am I? Everything is dark around me. My head aches terribly. Unwillingly I breathe in the smelly air. Only slowly do my eyes get used to the darkness. I can see some shelves. There are some books on them. I recognize the books. I know them from somewhere. I try to concentrate. But now thinking is hard for me. Come on, brain. Work! Yes! Now I know it! These are books from the side room of our classroom. I head for the door. I open it. The light of the moon enters. It must be full moon, I think, because the room is so bright that I can identify everything. And everything seems normal. The chairs, the tables, the curtains. But what's that on the blackboard! Big letters! I can't tell whose handwriting they are. But the text makes me shiver. I hold my breath as I read: „I know what you did during the last class test!“ The dot over the i in the word „did“ has the form of a skull. What a sick joke! I mean – it must be a joke. What else can it be? It can't be serious, can it? I ask my myself if I did something that I shouldn't have done. The answer is: no. I never cheat. I don't have to. I'm a very good student. In every subject. So there's nothing to be afraid of. „So stop feeling afraid!“, I tell myself. But still there's this fear that tries to choke me. I want to get out. I go to the door. I hope that it is open. I move its handle. Yes. Thank God! It's open. I feel relieved. I start to walk through the hall. I pass another room. Its door is open wide. I look into it. I see the blackboard... and I see ... a sentence. The sentence: „I know what you did during the last class test.“ No. Not again. What's going on here? I hurry to the next room. Its door is open, too. Inside I find the same mysterious words: „I know what you did during the last class test.“
I start to run. I want to get out of the school. Now. As soon as possible. But on my way to the exit I see a poster with blood red letters: „Go to Room 666 and meet your destiny!“ Oh god. I definitely won't go there! I am not that stupid. I have had enough of this creepy situation. I only want to go home. But NO! The door is locked. What the f…! Now my heart is beating in my throat. Don't panic! Everything will be alright! But all these attempts to calm me down don't work. What can I do? I have got no mobile phone to call somebody for help. I am completely alone. No one is there to get me out of this. So should I go to Room 666? I remember that this room got the name 666 – the number of the devil – after a child died there because of a failed chemistry experiment. Will I find my death there, too? I don't want to go there. Even by day it's scary. Now it almost scares me to death. But maybe there I will find the way out. It seems to be the only chance. I must try it. I've got no other choice. So I head for the old chemistry room. When I arrive there, I stop. Should I really? Then I hear a strange noise. It's coming from inside the room. I listen hard. It seems that someone is writing on the board. I slowly open the door. It is a heavy door, which begins to screech. Now it's open, but I'm afraid to enter the room and see who is at the board. Come on, don't be a coward! Then I pull myself together, walk into the room - carefully and slowly – and see … nobody. This can't be! It must have been a ghost. On the board I read the words: „Meet your destiny!“
Oh my god! I stop breathing. As quick as lightning I move back to the door. But … it's locked. No! No! Please NO! Let me out! Please! I am innocent! I scream. I cry. Tears are falling. I sob in panic.
Then there is a crackle. It comes from the loudspeakers on the ceiling. An alienated male voice begins to speak: „Prepare to meet your destiny! Prepare to die!“
„No! I haven't done anything. I'm innocent!“
„You are NOT innocent. You have taken my son away from me!“
„What? I don't understand! Who is your son?“
„His name is Alexander. He sat right next to you during the last class test.“
He is right. I know Alexander. His full name is Alexander Hustle. He is in my class. But I don't like him because he is always so silly.
The voice continues: „You gave him the wrong answer during the test. That's why he failed. And that's why he has to leave this school. You see: it's all your fault. Now it's the time to punish you. Now it's the time to take revenge on my only son.“
„No! No!“, I cry. „It was his fault! He could have learned for the test. He's responsible for his failure.“
But the voice doesn't answer. So I say dryly. „You betrayed yourself. You must be Mr. Hustle.“
„No!“, he answers furiously. „I'm not Mr. Hustle. My son chose the name of his mother because he was ashamed of my name.“ I wonder what his name can be. Rumpelstiltskin or something?
Suddenly I hear a hissing sound. It is created by the gas that is slowly entering the room. Filling it with its poisonous effect. I lose consciousness.
When I wake up, I look into the eyes of a man looking down on me. He holds an axe in his hand. „You?“, I ask with a thin voice feeling so weak that I can't move. „I didn't know that Alexander is your son.“
„He is. We prefer to keep it secret. And it will stay a secret as you won't be able to tell anybody“, the man answers filled with hatred. „Now I am going to kill you. Feel the rage of the janitor!“
Then Mr. Zander lifts his axe and … Ahh!
A nightmare at school(Markus Zimmermeier)
Where am I? Everything is dark around me. My head aches terribly. Unwillingly I breathe in the smelly air. Only slowly do my eyes get used to the darkness. I can see some shelves. There are some books on them. I recognize the books. I know them from somewhere. I try to concentrate. But now thinking is hard for me. Come on, brain. Work! Yes! Now I know it! These are books from the side room of our classroom. I head for the door. I open it. The light of the moon enters. It must be full moon, I think, because the room is so bright that I can identify everything. And everything seems normal. The chairs, the tables, the curtains. But what's that on the blackboard! Big letters! I can't tell whose handwriting they are. But the text makes me shiver. I hold my breath as I read: „I know what you did during the last class test!“ The dot over the i in the word „did“ has the form of a skull. What a sick joke! I mean – it must be a joke. What else can it be? It can't be serious, can it? I ask my myself if I did something that I shouldn't have done. The answer is: no. I never cheat. I don't have to. I'm a very good student. In every subject. So there's nothing to be afraid of. „So stop feeling afraid!“, I tell myself. But still there's this fear that tries to choke me. I want to get out. I go to the door. I hope that it is open. I move its handle. Yes. Thank God! It's open. I feel relieved. I start to walk through the hall. I pass another room. Its door is open wide. I look into it. I see the blackboard... and I see ... a sentence. The sentence: „I know what you did during the last class test.“ No. Not again. What's going on here? I hurry to the next room. Its door is open, too. Inside I find the same mysterious words: „I know what you did during the last class test.“
I start to run. I want to get out of the school. Now. As soon as possible. But on my way to the exit I see a poster with blood red letters: „Go to Room 666 and meet your destiny!“ Oh god. I definitely won't go there! I am not that stupid. I have had enough of this creepy situation. I only want to go home. But NO! The door is locked. What the f…! Now my heart is beating in my throat. Don't panic! Everything will be alright! But all these attempts to calm me down don't work. What can I do? I have got no mobile phone to call somebody for help. I am completely alone. No one is there to get me out of this. So should I go to Room 666? I remember that this room got the name 666 – the number of the devil – after a child died there because of a failed chemistry experiment. Will I find my death there, too? I don't want to go there. Even by day it's scary. Now it almost scares me to death. But maybe there I will find the way out. It seems to be the only chance. I must try it. I've got no other choice. So I head for the old chemistry room. When I arrive there, I stop. Should I really? Then I hear a strange noise. It's coming from inside the room. I listen hard. It seems that someone is writing on the board. I slowly open the door. It is a heavy door, which begins to screech. Now it's open, but I'm afraid to enter the room and see who is at the board. Come on, don't be a coward! Then I pull myself together, walk into the room - carefully and slowly – and see … nobody. This can't be! It must have been a ghost. On the board I read the words: „Meet your destiny!“
Oh my god! I stop breathing. As quick as lightning I move back to the door. But … it's locked. No! No! Please NO! Let me out! Please! I am innocent! I scream. I cry. Tears are falling. I sob in panic.
Then there is a crackle. It comes from the loudspeakers on the ceiling. An alienated male voice begins to speak: „Prepare to meet your destiny! Prepare to die!“
„No! I haven't done anything. I'm innocent!“
„You are NOT innocent. You have taken my son away from me!“
„What? I don't understand! Who is your son?“
„His name is Alexander. He sat right next to you during the last class test.“
He is right. I know Alexander. His full name is Alexander Hustle. He is in my class. But I don't like him because he is always so silly.
The voice continues: „You gave him the wrong answer during the test. That's why he failed. And that's why he has to leave this school. You see: it's all your fault. Now it's the time to punish you. Now it's the time to take revenge on my only son.“
„No! No!“, I cry. „It was his fault! He could have learned for the test. He's responsible for his failure.“
But the voice doesn't answer. So I say dryly. „You betrayed yourself. You must be Mr. Hustle.“
„No!“, he answers furiously. „I'm not Mr. Hustle. My son chose the name of his mother because he was ashamed of my name.“ I wonder what his name can be. Rumpelstiltskin or something?
Suddenly I hear a hissing sound. It is created by the gas that is slowly entering the room. Filling it with its poisonous effect. I lose consciousness.
When I wake up, I look into the eyes of a man looking down on me. He holds an axe in his hand. „You?“, I ask with a thin voice feeling so weak that I can't move. „I didn't know that Alexander is your son.“
„He is. We prefer to keep it secret. And it will stay a secret as you won't be able to tell anybody“, the man answers filled with hatred. „Now I am going to kill you. Feel the rage of the janitor!“
Then Mr. Zander lifts his axe and … Ahh!
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