There is nothing but chaos within these walls. Empty classrooms that may have never seen a single lesson, chalk boards covered in drawings of dicks and symbols of anarchy. A school that is only that through name, no learning happens here. I wonder if it's always been this way. This building has been alive much longer than I, breathing the air of this wasteland for centuries more than me. It feels as if I am an unwanted visitor within the cemetery of memories. My mom used to whisper rumors of this place to me, “ eating infects those who come. Never letting up those within its walls. It's like a vicious monster, eating them leave.ver letting them leave.ever letting infects those who come. Never letting up those who come. Never ”
The locals of the town give nothing in terms of explanation, some even saying that the school simply closed due to financial reasons. Clearly lies as the money that circulated in this town was practically never ending. Though one person did let something slip, there was a room, hidden away somewhere behind the library, after the last shelf, tucked behind the carpet… Ah! Here it is, some sort of creepy trap door. “Why the hell would a school need this…” Nothing about this place was normal, the library that hid this secret away only held one book. The gym has literal weapons and looks like it was modeled after the colosseum, there's no record of there ever being a teacher let alone any sort of administration at this place. So a trapped door really should not be as surprising as it is. God I really don’t like this though, on the list of things I definietly never want to do ever going into a creepy secret room in an old mysterious abandoned school is probably at least at number five. On the other hand, so far my story consists of the smell of mold and crumpled papers on the floor… I really need something. “Fuck okay, lets do this.”
The door is heavier than I imagined, one hand isn’t going to cut it, but I really don't want to put my flashlight down. It feels like somewhat of a safety blanket, a weapon if some ghost tried to pop out at me. No, I need to do this. Flashlight down. Two hands around the handle. Wood creaking, groaning at the weak pull of my arms waking it after centuries of peaceful slumber. A steep metal staircase greeted me, menacing as it led my eyes down to darkness. Like a staircase to hell. My flashlight was my guard once more, but not even its light could bite through that thick black fog, getting swallowed up into it until it eventually sputtered out and died. Leaving a small white glow to circle my hand and nothing else. I was fine. It will be fine. No matter how much I lied to myself there was no stopping the trembling that shook through my frame. The hellcase took me into a bunker-like space, to my relief a small string light smacked me in the face. Pulling it illuminated the cold metal walls lined with shelves of novels and stains of unknown liquids. Small figurines lined the tops of the shelves, colorful female figures all dressed in elaborate costumes, some holding long spears and swords. … Are those anime figureheads? Are those the secrets this room is hiding? Seriously? Upon further inspection through the bunker I realized that yes, the secrets of this school are nothing more than a collection of anime figures and hentai. Some stained body pillows and replica cosplay weapons. Great. This article is going to suck.
