There was no way to describe the terror that was looming over me, casting it's iron grip on my heart, the fear that rushed through my body, eating away every emotion in my body until none remained but terror.

"It won't be fair to beat up a 13 year old boy for his soul would it?" the voice that everybody in my class despised, proposed. I could barely move any muscle in my body and I don't even understand how I did it but a few weak words came out of my mouth. "No, it wouldn't." But I knew talking wouldn't help. It never works. It doesn't in the books, movies and that sure won't change today. "So why don't I just take it?" Killian replied. He moved his hand. The pain. There was no way to describe it. I felt like I was being hit by a bus, stabbed in the heart, having my neck snapped and being crushed to death all at the same time. A tiny part of my consciousness thought it heard someone screaming like a maniac. I didn't realize it was me. I barely noticed the bluish transparent thing that was phasing slowly out of my body. With each centimetre it moved the screeching pain was replaced by a hollow feeling, like my entire life was painfully being leeched out of me. I wasn't even aware was what was happening now. The screams had stop. My arm hung limp besides me on the ground. The pain was slowly fading away, I could still feel the suction though. The intangible sphere, that Killian wanted so much, was nearly entirely out of my body now. I tried to grip on to it. I couldn't. Darkness was creeping over me. It stole away and I was dead. Well not entirely. I guess I should explain first. My name is Jack Williams jnr. I attend Killian High School in the North Island of New Zealand. But there's something different here. The founder Charles Killian, was caught teaching demonology in Room 21. The adults of the students of the school ran in. A man managed to tip over some candles which caught Killian's robe on fire. Before he died he pledged that he would put a curse on Room 21, and that once he has taken 11 souls he would walk the earth as a man again. The room was sealed in fear of the curse. But this year a sceptic principal opened it up again. And guess what? I was scheduled along with 21 other students to Room 21. And guess what else? The man that was responsible for Killian's Curse, the saviour of the people is my great-grand father. So I guess that's why Killian chose me to be soul number 11. Yes 11.

I'm not actually dead you know. Those who's souls has been taken is turned into a zombie. 10 kids already loss their battle against Killian's forces and had their souls drained out of them. Oops. 11 kids. But you may be wondering what about the other 10?

"Jack!" Celia screamed.
"He's not in here," TP said.

"Or here!" Johnny stated.

"Where is he?" Lucy asked.

"Definitely not in this room" Karl added stepping out of a vacant classroom.

"Let's check in Mr Shamfie's garden"

"Oh great, it's locked!"

"Stand back" Keith said. He kicked the door down.

The group ran in. Celia spotted a grave. "Look!" she called out to the others. The grave had 10 names on it. David, Elizabeth, Owen, Charlotte, Katie, Miles, Shane, Jen, Haley and Byron. Our classmates who lost their battle against their curse and lost their souls! "Look!" Will, shouted waving his finger at the grave. The grave was ominously moving. A part of the grave that was underground was now exposed to the air. A new name was engraved under the 10. 'Jack.'

"Oh no, we're too late!" Karen stated. All hope was lost. Killian had 11 souls and now would return to the earth to seek his revenge.

"UGH!" Will screamed, under the stress of the situation, and kicked the grave. He wished he hadn't.

"Ouch!" he said, rubbing his foot.

"Try this" Johnny suggested, presenting a hammer he found out of nowhere.

Will smashed a portion of the grave off. "Feel better?" Johnny said.

"Not really" Will replied.

They walked off.

Killian was muttering a chant. He was in the middle of a circle of all the zombie's whose souls he had taken. I was there as well although I couldn't remember it. Soulless zombies had unnaturally white skin, dark circles around their eyes and black lips. They always had their heads leaning to one side and they walk lethargically. I was one of them. Now you may be wondering, "Why aren't the parents involved in this?" Aren't they meant to help?" Oh yes, I must have left out some details. When Killian swore that he would curse Room 21 he also stated that "Adults would be blind to the suffering of their children". Soulless zombies look like normal kids to them and when a child is being attacked by their curse they can't see them. So we are in this alone. Killian was nearing his victory. And out of the blue, David, the kid that was first to have his soul extracted, disappeared.

Meanwhile the other kids of Room 21 were slouching despondently back to their classroom. What could they do? How could they beat Killian? What awful things would await the world once he returned? Suddenly out of thin air David appeared on a chair. He was no longer a zombie. He had his soul back! Celia, smart as usual, configured what was happening. "Who's name did you smash of the grave?" she asked Will. Will thought hard. "David!" He exclaimed, realizing what was going on. The rest of the class snapped. "We have to smash the other names!"

"NOT SO FAST!" Killian boomed. He had also realized what was happening when one of his souls disappear. The class ran through a doorway. Killian waved his hand. The door slammed shut. Half of the class was trapped in the room, but the other half made it past. They kept running. Killian made a gesture with his hand. An iron door fell out of nowhere. All was trapped behind it except for Johnny and TP. They kept sprinting through the corridor. They were at the exit. Killian chanted a dark spell. The door was locked. "Now what?" TP asked. "This." Johnny replied as he smashed a window open with his chair. Johnny leapt out. TP was running towards the smashed window. Killian twisted his wrist. The window was repaired and unbreakable. Everyone was now relying on Johnny. He had gotten out the hammer and began smashing the grave. "NO." Killian shouted as he waved his hand to cast a spell on Johnny. He was midway through when the rest of the class grabbed Killian and held him back. But they were losing grip. Johnny smashed off Elizabeth's name. Elizabeth appeared with her soul back and helped the class hold Killian back. Then Owen appeared. Then Charlotte, Katie, and Miles. Shane appeared. Jen followed. Haley. Byron. And finally me. All 20 of them were now holding Killian back. Johnny smashed the final piece of the grave into smithereens. And then Killian faded away. The school bell rung. It was end of the school year. And we had defeated Killian!

"Bye!" I said to Johnny as I walked past him. I walked out of the school. Finally. Next year I will have a normal year. We'd all have a normal year. Little did we know.