Something Evil in the Halls

The anger flowed through her veins and killed her mind as if it was a deadly toxin to her spirit. Her eyes which were once full of innocence and happiness were now full of fire and would kill anybody in their path. Just by looking into her burning stare would slash you into tiny, bloody pieces. No one that knew her would be able to recognise her, as the girl they once knew was gone, and it was all because of him; the vicious, cold-blooded

These nights are too warm for TV; we’re forced outside to the porch. The Citronella candles light the space between us, filling the space with gold light and scented air. She crowds the the card table with coin banks, an abacus, five and ten

The stone hollow echoed with dozens of small breaths and the clunky shuffling of chairs and tables. The lighting pulsated, from glowing orbs, the color of mandarins, positioned near walls throughout the room. Every child in the room was quiet in fear of disobeying and in pure content that today was another school day. Eilig sat in the back left of the room, at an ancient wooden desk with years worth of scratches and pen marks. Everyone else’s desks were identical: a scribbled-out heart an inch away from the corner, a deep, inch long scratch on the side. The silence was contagious until a woman entered the room, with hare-like features she clutched a clipboard, needle-like claws holding the soft wood in place.

Exposition-Kit Gordy, a teenaged girl, is accepted into Blackwood boarding school for girls. The school is miles away from the closest town and is located in a village called Blackwood. When she sees the restored ancient building, Kit senses something evil about the old mansion. In the following days, three other students arrive; Lynda Hannah, her best friend Ruth, and Sandy.

Her eyes were blinded by the sight of the lightning. Margot stepped slowly out of the closet. She looked at all of her so called “friends” thinking of why they did this to her. She thought, “What did I do to them to deserve this?” She had never shoved their faces in the dirt, or stolen their lunches, she had never spoken a word to anyone. Maybe that was the problem? She cared for the other children even though, they were not as intelligent or self-assured as she was. She didn’t degrade them for this, in fact, she wanted to be like them. Margot hated every part of being different. She wanted to forget the sun that she used to see and be like the children.

She walked down the darkened corridor, her heels clicking against the smooth marble. Shadows danced across the tall walls, the orange flames from the iron metal torches formed various shapes across

At the bell tower, she sat on the ledge trying to do her homework. Her eyes glistened darkly as they carried away with him standing on the ledge, the ledge only she dared to hang from. Her gaze was stolen on his pants hanging on his hips, his cheeks filling in the jeans as he stepped carelessly, the bare skin just above his pants shown when he reached up to climb, and his muscular forearms flexing as they wrapped around the columns to come closer to her, his daringness turning her on.

Blinking, the woman stared at the duo. She could feel the pureness of the soul belonging to the child, and the lack there-of in relation to his butler. A malignant creature then. And his prey. Such an odd choice, she mused, as pure souls rarely wanted anything to do with creatures such as demons. She let her mind lick at the outer layer of his being, and she smiled at the feel of the aura.

‘They hurt me. So I hurt them’ I said, emotionless, letting my feelings run out like a tap. My head was clear, dangerous. Objects became distorted. Clarice’s face became white. Her heart was a gunshot, piercing my ears with bullets. She waved her arms about and shook her head as if she was trying to will out the memories, the words, the actions.

and it closed softly behind me, the blades snick-ing back into their places and the alarm re-engaging behind my back. I looked around, keeping perfectly still with my body pressed into the shadows against the door, my eyes narrowed and my breath coming and going silently through my mouth. The room was bare except for a white block about the size of a

She hurried away from the window, fearful that the thing would look up and see her watching. She scurried into the closet and closed her eyes, praying that it wouldn’t get inside. The girl heard feet hit the floor near the window and knew it had entered her tower. She peeked out through the slats in the closet door and gasped at what she saw.

So Sasha, on a monetary loan from a concerned friend, is visiting Paris for the second time in her life. Sasha has never been able to properly afford such extravagance and takes the chance here that is given to her. When she arrives her friend has set her up in a room that Sasha describes as “dark . . . [with] red curtains.” (12) Sasha feels insulted by this and continues on to say that the room is covered in dark specs which she sees as insects and dirt. This image reflects the hopelessness of Sasha’s situation because she feels that the specs reflect her life.

Lystra awoke to the sounds of death. Sitting up, she was surrounded by the other Deceived in the alcove as they stared at the Unable. In lines, some were shot; others were pushed through another door. Lystra didn’t watch, not at first, but held her hands to her ears, and counted the pairs of shoes she saw in front of her. The sound of shooting stopped soon enough, and the others in the alcove eventually lost interest. Some sat, some paced, others huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves.

The closet door creaked open to reveal the pale and frail girl, curled in a ball, her cheeks wet and hair a mess. Margot’s hands, which were clenched into tight fists, were a raw red color from beating the unyielding door, and dry sobs wracked her whole body. If possible, her dull blue eyes were duller than before. “Margot?” one of the girls cried out softly.

“I really don’t know”, my mom said, frowning a little. I watched as her expression changed from her normal carefree look to a serious one, one that I rarely saw on her. “Now I’m not sure if this is why, or if it’s even true, but it is said that a brutal murder took place in her family’s mansion. Then I also heard something about a curse...but that sounds a little too