Prologue

The janitor thought he heard a noise as he was mopping the hall. He stopped and listened for a minute. It was probably just some kids who broke into the school, or mice. After a minute's pause, the old man in the faded janitor's uniform shrugged one gnarled, old shoulder and continued to mop. After twenty years working here for mediocre pay, he long stopped jumping at shadows.

All of a sudden a shriek came from the direction of the science class. This time, the janitor knew that it wasn't just a mouse or some drunk kids wanting a good time. The scream was wracked with pain.

The janitor threw down his mop and ran towards the sound as fast as his withered feet could carry him. He wished he could run faster. Back in his day, he was on the foot ball team as the quarterback. All star championship. But a car accident took his dreams away from him, and the only thing that it gave him was this janitor's job.

Pictures of days past and trophies were like leering statues to the old man. They were laughing at him, making fun of the way he ran. He closed his eyes shut and kept running, not wanting to see the mockery the inanimate objects were giving him.

The janitor knew the school ground like the back of his hand. He knew that at the end of the green hall way, you took a left into another hallways that lead straight for the science class rooms. He opened his eyes as he made that left. As soon as he did, darkness engulfed him. It being a Saturday in the middle of July, the lights were kept off. The only exception to that rule was when the janitor came to clean. And he only turned the lights on in the area's he was cleaning, so as not to waste electricity.

There were five science rooms. So that meant five doors he had to look into. The janitor stopped to catch his breath, amazed that he didn't have a massive heart attack running for as long as he did.

It was crazy, but somehow he knew from what door that scream came from. It was the second to the last door on the right. His stomach just hit the floor and a shiver went down his back as his eyes rested on that green and white door.

Not wanting to go to the door, but knowing that time was of the essence, the old man shuffled over to the door. He knew that the door should be closed and locked, but as he neared the door, he could faintly see it ajar due to faint light issuing from the room. Another shiver went down his spine.

He slowly opened the door and for a second and breathed a sigh of relief. The light was sunlight filtering through the small, square window at the opposite side of the room. Every thing else was dark due to no lights being on. Rows and rows of long tables as silent watches of the room. The black board had nothing written on it, but he could still see some chalk dust lining the bottom.

The janitor started slowly closing the door, when curiosity spoke up. Just because it looked normal, didn't mean that there wasn't someone crouching in the shadows, waiting for the old, pesky janitor to close the door and continue his inspection else where, or if at all.

With this thought buzzing through the janitor's head, he stopped closing the door, pushed it open with all the speed he could muster and flipped on the lights. As soon as the lights came on, he wished he was never working this Saturday afternoon, or any other Saturdays. He quickly crossed himself, and for the second time, ran. This time away to get help, and to get out of that god forsaken class room.

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