"C'mon Kat! This is gonna be fun!" my best friend Ashlen exclaims. I shake my head at her, scared.

"You know I hate haunted houses, Ash! Please don't make me go in there!" I reply, staring up at the abandoned high school. It's out old high school but it got shut down last year when one of our teachers, the ninth grade math teacher, when insane and killed a freshman, two sophomores, three juniors, and four senior students. He loved math so much that he killed the students the same number as the year of high school they're in.

Ashlen grabs my arm and drags me with her inside the school. She pulls me after the rest of our group to the classroom that's been said he haunts. Jasper, Carter, Wyatt, Ashlen, Rose, and I all sit around a candle in the dark after pushing desks and chairs out of the way. I'm sitting between Ashlen and Wyatt, my two best friends, with my backpack I brought on my lap. "Okay, I think we all know the story of Mr. Beard. But do we all know the story of all the kids he murdered, or how he murdered them? I think not!" Carter exclaims. I clutch Wyatt's hand, luckily he doesn't care and he turns to give me a reassuring smile. The candle flame flickers and I look at it while practically jumping onto Wyatt's lap. Carter and Ashlen laughed at me and I glared at them.

"Oh shut up you two! You're so mean!" I exclaim at them. They laugh some more and I continue my glare.

"Any ways, back to the story," Carter says looking at me. I roll my eyes and he continues. "Mr. Beard loved all his student but those that he killed were the ones he hated. They were the mean and troublesome kids, the worst of them too or so it's said. When Mr. Beard went insane he had killed the freshman by boiling alive and eating them, with the sophomores he brought his heaviest metal bat and bashed both of their heads in and against the wall, the juniors were gutted with metal sporks, and all that's known of the seniors is that their eardrums where blown out and blood had gushed out of their ears." I shiver a little and Wyatt puts his arm around me. I smile at him gratefully. The candle light flickers some more and I'm not the only one to freak out this time; Wyatt, Jasper, Carter, and Rose do also. Ashen doesn't because she's just a weird, psycho girl who loves scary things. Hey! No wonder she wanted to come here!

Just as suddenly as the light flickers it goes out and I quickly take out my phone, most everyone else is too. "Oh come on you guys! You're such wimps!" Ashlen exclaims. I shine my phone light at her and she covers her eyes. The classroom door rattles and we all shine the light over there, I hug Wyatt tightly out of fear and he rubs my arm a little. As the door opens the whole school starts to shake and tremble, making me hug onto Wyatt even more and put my phone back in my pocket. The last thing I see is falling and a dark shadow walking into the room before all goes black.

When I finally come to the first thing I see is Wyatt hovering over me looking concerned, his dark blue hair partially covering his face. I groan a little and he gives a fleeting smile. "You're awake! Is your phone still intact?" I laugh a little before groaning from aching ribs. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, I hand it to Wyatt. He takes it and turns it on. "It says it's like five o'clock on July 13, we were at school on the 11th." He pushes some buttons, going to GPS. I can see my phone's reflection in his glasses. "It says we're still at school, but I went looking around a bit and this sure as hell ain't school." I sit up and wince. Wyatt looks at me. "What's wrong?"

"My ribs hurt, really bad," I reply. Wyatt crawls on his knees and puts his arm around me.

"You also have some blood an the back of your head." I shrug and rub the back of my head, then look at me hand. 'Yup, I was bleeding alright.' "Let's see if we can find a place around here that can get you all better alright?" he suggests and I notice he has my green backpack slung over his shoulder. I nod and he helps me up, giving me back my phone. I look at it and notice it has full charge.

"What is this place? I have a complete charge, it was at like half when we were at school," I say, a little creeped out but also glad my phone is charged.

"That's weird because mine is dead!" Wyatt replies and we start to get moving. I look around and notice torches on the walls to give light.

"This place is so odd, it's like we were expected to come down here," I mutter looking around the cave and tunnels we pass through.

After a couple of hours of random walking we get to a large opening with bed, tables, and other miscellaneous stuff on said tables. A couple of the beds are occupied and I spy the top of a head with dark pink hair. I smile and run over, leaving Wyatt. "Katy! Stop!" He rushes after me as I rip the cover off Ashlen. She looks up at me with blood shot eyes. I smile at her and pull her up off the bed and into one of my tight hugs I reserve for people I love but haven't seen in a while.

"Ashlen!" I practically scream and she winces and hugs me back weakly. I pull back and look at her in her weak state. "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry, I've been here for days probably. Maybe a week without food. I've searched and found nothing," she replies, I can almost see tears in her large purple eyes. And that is not pretty, she's tough so she should not have tears in her eyes ever!

"A week? We've been here for a day and a half," I say pulling out my phone, I turn it on and look at it. My eyes widen since it suddenly shows the time and date as 7 pm, July 18th, meaning it's been a week since we've been at school. "W-Wyatt!" He looks over my shoulder and then we look at each other.

"We walked what, an hour? How can it suddenly be the 18th!" he exclaims confused.

"How time moves must change with the different areas we get to, man I wanna know where we are even more!" I say. I get a weird look from Wyatt but I shrug it off and pull my backpack off his back. I open a front pocket and pull out a granola bar, I hand it to Ashlen who absolutely devours it. I smile at her a little when she's done and hands back the wrapper.