Don't Write Back
It was a normal day at school. The birds were chirping outside, all of us sitting at our desks bored. The teacher went outside for a bit, and someone passed a note to me. It said something in a very small writing that I could not read. But the back said "DON'T WRITE BACK." I was confused. I wrote this: "Why?" BIG MISTAKE. The lights turned off. I heard screaming, and something dropping. Water? Some ended up on my leg. It was warm. Blood. The lights were back on. In messy writing, this was written in blood on the chalkboard: "I TOLD YOU, DON'T WRITE BACK." A girl, with a white dress, a ripped open face, showing a bleeding skull, appeared infront of me. I was scared out of my wits. She just said "Goodbye, forever, SCUM." It has been 7 days since then. Nothing has happened yeeduisd8sjxijliasud89s89xiokxkakxkksaxis98d9saoxpasolxmskaxlklaxkas
