Hey guys it's me again, this is a new story with the same plot line of "Fire and Night". I am discontinuing that story, so sorry to you who liked it. Any way, on with the story (story? Show? IDK)

I ran. I ran with everything I had, every muscle, every fiber of my being. I didn't want to believe it, I couldn't believe it. Why were we, why was I fighting. There was a purpose but I didn't know what. It didn't matter, they were gone.

I should probably explain what happened. My name is, actually that's not important, the story is, so listen carefully, you might be able to avoid my mistakes if you do.

I was twelve, my birthday was in a couple months, I was getting good grades, I had friends, everything was great and normal for the most part. The only thing out of place were the ghosts. There were two in my house and one at school. They didn't do anything, just followed me around. If anything it was annoying. My dad, brother, friends and practically everyone else couldn't see them. My mom saw shadows and could feel the presence but couldn't see their form. I could. I had almost gotten used to it, until they started communicating. I had a habit of singing in the shower, one of the ghosts would echo the song in their voice. The other one I'm pretty sure was my friend's dad. He had died of a heart attack, no one believed me when I said this. The main reason I thought he was my friend's dad was because whenever I went to text my friend he would talk. The first time I got "stay away from my son". Then it was "tell him his old man says hi." I eventually face timed my friend and once the conversation was over I got, "you break his heart you will face punishment." I began getting this a lot (which I didn't understand because we were just friends nothing else okay! and as far as I knew he liked my best friend. ).

There was the one day that he spoke without me texting, "Be careful, protect him, don't die". I thought he was just messing with me so I didn't think much of it. When I got to school it proved otherwise. When I got to school everything was normal. I went with my typical "head down, shoulders in, they won't notice you" technique as I passed larger groups of kids. I went to a normal K-8 school so we didn't have halls, I crossed the field to get to my classroom on the other side of campus from the gate. The bell rang as soon as I reached the classroom signaling the beginning of first period.

So I went inside the classroom, and sat at my group in the back.

"Did you do the homework last night?" My friend Callin whispered from the group behind me.

I turned around. Callin is this tall skinny, pale, blonde haired boy and is considered extremely smart and top of a few of his classes. "So, Mister Mature didn't do his homework?"

He went red. "Well, I mean, c'mon, please."

"Fine but hurry." I passed him the history notes that were due. I turned back around. It's really still a mystery how we never got caught since the teachers desk was right in front of my group. But Callin finished the notes and handed mine back to me.

"Thanks" he said.

"Shut it class is starting." I hissed.

"Good morning, please turn your notes in, and get out another sheet of paper to begin notes on the documentary we will be watching." The teacher, Mrs. Hallen said. She was a middle aged, slightly overweight woman who was the person you would expect to be a kindergarten teacher, but a 7th grade teacher instead. I pulled out the sheet of paper and waited for the video to start. She started the video and I was just about to start writing when there was a loud CRASH outside.

"Attention Staff and students, we are on lockdown." The voice of the office staff said over the loudspeaker. Mrs. Hallen ran to the door and locked it then told us to hide and be quiet. Me Callin and a few other kids pushed the desks over and pushed them to the back of the room where everyone hid behind them. There was a banging at the door, no one moved, no one made so much as a sound. There was a loud BANG and the door blew off the frame as if it was paper being blown away by wind. I peeked out through the crack in the side of the desk. What I saw made my blood run cold. There were three creatures there. The one on the right had the body and structure of a teenage cheerleader, but had one bronze leg, one donkey leg and her hair was made from fire. The one on the left was half man, half bull, and the middle one was like a giant scorpion with a human head and wolfish features.

I turned to Callin who was next to me and tilted my head towards the crack as a signal to look. He did and turned the color of snow. Can you see them? I mouthed.Scorpion, bullman, and donkey leg lady?

Yes. He mouthed back.

So at this point I figured out I wasn't crazy and for some reason there were three monsters in my classroom. My brain reverted back the the Greek mythology books I read. So I figured out I was in the presence of the Minotaur, a Manticore, and an emposia. Sadly I'm stupid and couldn't figure out how to defeat them, only that the Minotaur charges and doesn't change direction, the Manticore is fast and poisonous, and the emposia can talk you into doing practically anything.

The emposia whispered something to the Manticore and he/she (I'm not sure) pointed his stinger in the direction we were all hiding in, the Minotaur charged.

I don't know what I was doing but I yelled. "MOVE AS FAR TO EITHER SIDE YOU CAN, BRACE FOR IMPACT."

And everyone moved as the Minotaur rammed the desks and turned about three of them to splinters.