The Murderous Myth
Prologue
The sound of thundering footsteps echoed throughout the halls. Gasping, desperate breaths came from the copper haired teen's lips, as he raced around, veering around a corner. Fear was pulsing through him like the blood in his veins. Why? Why was this happening?! Why did they have to be curious about this place and listen to all those stories?! They should have just left this place alone! He felt his foot get caught on something, making him cry out, before he hit the ground, hard. A small groan came next, before he struggled to push himself back up. His eyes widened in horror, and he almost completely froze when he heard something behind him. Quiet, small footsteps, so light, it was as if they weren't there... The room's temperature was dropping rapidly, causing him to shiver. But it wasn't just the cold that was making him shiver... It was the panic sinking its dark, cold, and sharp claws into his heart.
He didn't want to turn and look, now shutting his eyes tightly. He prayed to God that it was just his mind fooling him, that that horrible being wasn't there, wasn't going to do to him what it and many things like it has already done to his friends. He prayed that if he just stayed still and waited it out, it would get bored of him and leave, or just not see him at all. But there was no way he could be that lucky in this God forsaken place. No one could be.
He wanted to move, wanted to scream, if any of his remaining, living friends were around to hear him... But his fear wouldn't let him. He felt like his throat had closed up completely, and his brain had shut down. He couldn't even try to run away anymore. It was as if his body had just accepted its fate before the person using it fully had. But maybe it was time he did... He had no where to go now. There was no one who could save him. At least he would be with some of the others, and be able to greet the remaining few who were still running after they were caught. He wouldn't be alone... Whether it ha been the only person dead, or the only person alive. And that was one of the things he had been lost afraid of, just under losing those he cared about. And since his fear of being alone hadn't come true... It looked like fate had to make sure at least one fear was fulfilled before letting him die.
And he would just have to be ok with that, wouldn't he? He supposed so... I don't want the rest of you to give up... But I don't want your hopes to go up, only to be completely crushed under its own weight. If you manage to get out... I'll be amazed, but I don't expect you to. I'm so sorry I couldn't have done more for you all... I'm... so sorry... He thought.
The footsteps were drawing closer and closer, until they were right next to him. Still, the teenager didn't dare to move. This was the end. The only thing he ventured on to do was crack open his eyes and sneak a peek at his soon-to-be-killer. A pale, translucent, human figure. It wasn't bigger than him by any means, coming to be about to the middle of his chest. However, this thing, spirit, ghost, whatever you would call it, was the cause of so many deaths and murders. This figure and a few others... And some of those murders were of his close friends. He didn't know if this was one of the boys, or one of the girls... He just knew...
He was done for.