Prolog

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The sun goes down as fast as your mood does. School just made its way to break your brain. Not filling it up, but making it explode. Soft sound of your footsteps is the only noise you can hear in the empty hallway. Being a ninth grade student just make it worse, you always go home late. Every other ninth grader do too, but weirdly there are no one around right now. You just saw them before in class, but after you went to the music room to get your guitar, everyone seems to disappear.

You start to wonder, do you really take that long just to fetch your guitar? Don't know. The hallway is dark, it's frightening. You feel goosebumps on your arms and shiver down your spine. Butterflies grow inside your stomach, you feel really nervous. You tried to walk faster but you couldn't. You wanted to hurry up, but your body wouldn't. You're stuck. In the middle of the familiar now strange hallway, you stop. Your eyes are staring at something in the dark. Until you finally hear something dropping loudly. An ocean blue colored chest with an emerald on top of it appeared along with its noise. It dropped right infront of your feet.

"Oh, hell naw!" You say as you run furiously away from the chest, but it follows. You almost reach the exit, but BAM! The chest is back. You begin to feel cranky and kick the chest as hard as you can. It doesn't move at all, but your bone does. Your groan echoes along the hallway and back. You sigh and say "fine!". Then you pick up the chest and walk through the door with a limp.

The sun has set and the moon has come. You walk your way under street lamps to go home. One or two cars pass by and house lights add a bit more sparkle in the air. Despite the scenery is great, you still have a feeling of terror inside you, but you try to shake it off or bury it deep. You quickly put the chest into your bag as you almost reach home. You reach for the door knob to find no one and the lights are off. Pretty sure your family are sleeping, you walk slowly on the marble stairs that leads to your room.

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