Currently writing this for my creative writing class. Feedback welcome. Tell me to fuck myself if you like it :)
Scottish Horror Story: Hogwarts
Chapter One
Everything about this was suspicious. The tattered parchment of the letter that arrived by owl. The contents of said letter, which said "Your presence is demanded at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". And then, when anyone attempted to photograph the shady letter, it burst into flames, and then shortly after so did the camera, quickly becoming a ball of molten plastic.
Regardless of how suspicious it seemed, parents all over the country where all too eager to send their only children to an exclusive magic boarding school, especially after a coven of witches in America went public, which made fake witchery rocket to number one trend in the world. So it was safe to say there was nearly thirty maybewitches and concievablywizards from all over the United Kingdom on their way to a potential death trap in the middle of Scottish nowhereland. Thankfully since the popularity of witchery, prospects no longer had to shop at an obscure alley hidden behind a pub, but were now able to shop for their magic-needs at Walmart.
At exactly four to ten, a horde of prospective witches and wizards invaded several different train stations in different countries, because after all, it'd be silly for children from Ireland and Scotland to have to travel to a train station in London.
At that inconveniently placed train station, arrived about thirteen different couldbewitchards as well as their families. The station was impossibly quiet, as at that very moment, everyone who should be hustling about catching their trains or doing illegal things was laying on the ground and all the trains around them were silent. The strict instructions on their letter was for them to remain silent, so naturally, they all buzzed with anticipation. The only person who seemed to care was a bushy haired possiblywitch at the front of the group. She tried to shush the group but she couldn't match the sound of the group so she said a short one-sidedly tearful goodbye to her parents and fled further into train station before they could protest.
All thirteen perhapswitchards followed the instructions provided by their letters and found their way to the elegant, but neglected platform hidden in an out of order family bathroom and boarded an unmanned, also neglected, beauty of a train. However not everyone arrived at the correct time.
"Hurry, we're way late, hopefully they didn't leave without us!" A young girl said to her twin brother, who was the reason they were late in the first place. They entered the train station which was completely dark for some reason, but they weren't willing to question it. They were orphans and had recieved letters offering a cushy castle home as well as the offer of learning magic, so they were ready to throw themselves to the dogs because the dog food was worth so much more.
Stumbling through the dark, trying to find a bathroom mentioned in the letter, it wasn't long before they both ended up tripping and landing face first next to some unconscious guy on the ground. Or should I said dead, because him and every other person in the train station was dead. Stone cold and starting to smell. They both screamed.
Done with the illusion of a happy school year ahead of them, they both scrambled for the front door. When the girl reached it however, it wouldn't budge, because it wasn't a door. It was a concrete wall. Turning, she realized her brother was no longer there when suddenly, a fleshy sound impacted on the wall next to her. Jumping away from the sound and screaming loudly enough to wake the dead.
There at her feet was her brother's severed head. Upon looking up however, the situation was much more grim. The dead had woken, literally. All the bodies around the station had stood and were now shuffling towards her in a wave of death and there, at the front, was the shuffling headless body of her brother.