The first thing that we should have thought of was to turn on the lights.

Instead, my first thought, whatever it was, was overwhelmed a truly putrid odor.

"God, what is that smell?" I gagged, pinching my nose.

Emma inhaled deeply. She had two older brothers and one younger, and could inhabit just about any environment. "Football leather, dirty uniforms, old deodorant..." She deduced. "That, Sadie, is the scent of a boys' changing room."

"Lovely." Choked Liz. "Can we leave now, please?"

I grabbed. "No! Don't you see? We're here! Let's find Dylan's knickers and end the bet!"

"I don't care. Five quid isn't nearly enough to suffer through this." Liz exclaimed, and she pushed at the door.

It didn't open. She pushed again. Not even a little budge.

"Oh, great!" Emma cried. "This a fine mess, isn't it? Trapped in the boys' changing room all night? Oh, yes, headmaster will love to hear that excuse." She said bitterly.

I took my friend's hand. "We are not going to be trapped in here." I promised her. "All we have to do is-"

An inhuman growl echoed somewhere down the hall.

All of three of us went dead silent.

"What was that?" Liz asked nervously.

"Another squirrel?" Emma suggested meekly.

"I don't think so." Liz said softly. "Look." And she pointed shakily at the wall.

On the right wall of the changing room, the huge monstrous, shadow of a dog loomed. It barked, and the echoes of the sound sent us flying back across the room.

So, we did what came naturally to us; we starting screaming and ran away.