Kyra

Chapter 1

    Our story begins with the male history teacher at Bridgeville high, who goes by the name Marcel Richards, who had decided to wander around on the top most floor of the school he worked in, the fourth floor. The fourth floor was rumored to be haunted by the spirits of those who used to work at the school, so no one ever bothered to go up there. Mr. Richards knew about the spirits and the haunting but decided to ignore it and explored either way. 

    When he was done exploring and found nothing he turned to go back to his classroom and on his way to the stair well to go back he came across this lightbulb that was purple with blood red streaks in it (it almost looked like blood shot eyes) but he didn't have time to examine it and see what it was so he started on his way down the stairs but he realized, something was wrong. The stair well and everything around him looked different, almost as if he was in an abandoned building now. 

    He kept on his way down the stairs and when he got to the floor that his classroom was on he saw a little girl just sitting on the floor drawing with crayons. He couldn't quite tell what the little girl was drawing but it didn't look like something a little girl would draw or have in their mind in general. 

    So he asked "hey are you lost? Do you need some help getting back to your class?" And he went over and tapped her on the shoulder, but she didn't budge.

    He thought 'do I leave this little girl here, in the stair well all alone or do I try and get her to talk to me and help her back to her class?'. 

    In the end he decided to leave her there because if he had tried to get her to talk to him it would have probably taken hours or longer and he didn't have time to spare unless he wanted to be late for his next class that he had to teach in about ten minutes. 

    As he started opening the door to leave the stairwell and walk back to his classroom the little girl got up and just stood and looked at him. He turned around and looked at her and said "are you okay little girl, do you need some help back to class?" and she held her head up high so he could see her face and her eyes. Her eyes were dead. 

    Her eyes were straight white with no pupil or anything. Mr. Richards got up where he was crouched down in front of the little girl, opened the door out of the stair well and started running down the hallway. When he finally got to his classroom it was empty. No students, no desks, nothing. Just emptiness and dust. He thought this was weird and walked to another classroom and it had the same look of emptiness and dust, so he went on his way back down the hall to the stairwell and when he opened the door he was greeted with a crayon thrown at his head and the little girl standing in the same place looking straight at him. This time was different though. Her eyes didn't look dead and possessed. 

    This time her eyes were this beautiful blue color like the ocean with its crashing waves. This sight gave Mr. Richards the sense in his mind that he imagined it all and should turn around and leave but he didn't, he stayed put and walked up to the little girl.

    Just then a young women came through the door, but she wasn't walking. It looked like she was being dragged but by what, or who? 

    Mr. Richards turned around to look at the little girl once more and he was greeted by the dead emptiness of her eyes once again. 

    Then he turned to glance at the woman who was laying on the floor, looking quite dead or knocked out at least, and the woman's body started moving towards him, but it didn't stop there. It kept moving until it was at the feet of the little girl.

    Just then the little girls eyes went purple with a bloodshot look in them and she screamed. Mr. Richards didn't know what to do so he tried to walk out the door but his feet were stuck to the ground. He looked up for something to grab on to above him and he saw a lightbulb, hanging just above his head, except this light bulb had the same purplish and blood shot look as the little girls eyes did. 

    Mr. Richards looked down to see that the woman's body that was once laying on the floor in front of the little girl was gone and the little girl was covered in blood. The little girl, still covered in blood, had gone back to drawing as she was when he first saw her and the teacher was all of a sudden back in his classroom. Awoken by the calls of one of his students, David, who was calling his name over and over again "Mr. Richards Mr. Richards Mr. Richards... are you okay?". It seemed he had fallen asleep but it seemed so real that he couldn't wrap his head around all that being fake. So, for the rest of class he let his class talk and he sat and thought about it. 

    Why was a little girl sitting in the stairwell of all places, drawing? 

    Why did she look as if she was dead inside at certain glances? 

    Why did her eyes turn that purplish color with red streaks and where did the woman's body go?? 

    It was all a huge mystery that Mr. Richards would be forced to figure out for fear of being driven crazy by it. 

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I hope you liked the first chapter. I don't know how often I'm going to post new chapters but I'll try to keep up as good as I can

I might not end up posting very much because my next school year starts in about a week and a half so I'll try to post before school starts but after it does I probably won't have much time to write :)

8-5-2021