High school is a time to start over. And let me tell you I would like to start over from my middle school life. All I want is to have a great high school experience. My middle school was terrible—it's not that I'm not pretty, smart, or outgoing. It's just nothing ever happened in those years. I never got a boyfriend, never got a huge scholarship, and was never the first person people wanted to hang out with. Of course, I had friends and we had our moments, but it was just "Mary-Sue" boring. I was determined to make these next years different.

My name is Mizuki Haruna. I am a normal girl who has started the new journey known as high school. [Maybe name the school?]

In the hallway the first morning of classes, my eyes scanned over the faces of my new classmates. I tried not to concentrate on them as I continued on my way to my class. All around me I heard peoples' whispers of the mysterious storage closet bounce off the walls and into my ears. It seemed everywhere I went, it was the only subject of conversation among the freshmen. I turned to the girl next to me and asked, "What's that story about this storage closet?"

She babbled on about how the second floor storage closet had been cursed by a girl our age. It is said that she died in there—she was found decapitated and no one knew who did it or how her head was even severed. The girl continued that now, even after ten years, her soul still seems to haunt the school. With each word she spoke, I became more entranced by the story. We were too soon interrupted by the teacher starting class.

As my luck would have it, the teacher assigned me to cleaning duty for the week. This was not looking like the new exciting adventure I had hoped for. With that in mind, the rest of the day passed by as a blur and I found myself standing in front of the second floor storage room, a broom and dustpan in hand. Leaning towards the door I set the broom against the wall and stepped inside the closet.

The smell was horrible; my nose crinkled at the lingering scent of blood and decomposition. I pulled my arm up around my nose to make the air bearable so I could look around the room. The scent suddenly grew stronger, so strong that it smelled as if the crime happened only hours ago. I could no longer breathe through the stench; I turned and stumbled out of the room.

It was not the school I remembered. The walls had changed from their placid white to a deadly black tinted with dark red. Doors were open all along the hallway, and it looked like the place had been abandoned for years. Curiosity hypnotized my legs and I walked forward and around the corner down to the end of the hall. The building in this dream had grown taller—I was standing at the foot of a stair that had not been there in my memory. From those stairs came a scream from a young woman.

She rounded the curve of the stairs and saw me. "Help! Help me! He's going to kill me!" she shrieked, tripping slightly as she ran down the steps.

"Who!? Who's going to kill you?" I managed to say, my nerves rising, as she closed the last few feet between us.

Before she could answer, a man appeared at the top of the stairs. I eyed him up and down with growing apprehension, my legs locking in place. His pale skin was wrapped in a silk black shirt and pair of dark jeans, his eyes fiery red and filled with excitement.

"Well, well, well… I have two snacks, now, and you both smell idelicious/i." He purred as he licked his lips.

My feet finally became unhitched, and I bolted. All I knew was that the guy was not human and he was very powerful. As I ran I heard that woman's feet next to me and his footfalls gaining on us. For every step we took, it seemed he took five. He was going to catch us, and we were going to die in this place.

Salvation lay ahead of me in the form of the double doors to the school's exterior that my feet led me toward. The thought that this was not what I had had in mind for my "new life" entered my mind. I had wanted something exciting and crazy, but nothing as crazy as death! Then the sound of racing footsteps suddenly receded. I turned and saw the mysterious man over the woman's body sucking the life right out of her. I felt tears of fear start to run from my eyes.

Swiftly a hand cupped itself around my mouth with a towel. The towel must have been wetted with some sort of drug, because my eyes began to close without my will. The last thing I saw through my tears before I my eyes finally shut for good was the man running towards me with blood dripping from his snow white fangs.

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"Mizuki! Wake up! Mizuki can you hear me?" an annoying yell rang in my ears. I frowned trying to open my eyes. It seemed I wasn't capable of that, though my lips seemed mobile. "Where am I?" I mumbled groggily.

"The nurse's office. I found you passed out on the ground outside the storage closet. Didn't I tell you not to go into that haunted room?" She replied.

"You're not my mother! …Who are you anyway?" I snapped. Her high-pitched voice was giving me a headache.

"I'm Yuki. You asked me about the storage room earlier today," She whispered. Before I could say any more, a new voice joined the chorus. I felt a tingle of adrenaline run down my spine.

"You shouldn't be up yet. I'm very surprised."