Chapter 4

"Jinkies… where could they be?"

A shorter girl in an orange sweater and red pleated skirt fumbled her hand on the floor, searching through her scattered pile of books and papers for her glasses.

"I can't see a thing without my glasses…", she uttered out loud, hands brushing across the floor carefully so she didn't accidentally fling her glasses further down the hall.

"Hey! You ok?"

Turning her head, the girl could see a white and orange blur walk towards her, then kneeling on the ground in front of her, appearing to hold something. Fumbling slightly, she managed to grab what the blur was holding for her, which upon feeling she realized were her glasses. Slipping them on, the white and orange blur in front of her cleared up and she could instead see a blonde jock wearing a white sweater over a blue collared shirt with an orange ascot around his neck, kneeling in front of her wearing blue jeans.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks"

With that, the shorter girl began to gather her things into a stacked pile, the older looking boy helping her.

"My name's Fred Jones. What's yours?"

"Velma. Velma Dinkley"

Stacking the last book on top, Fred looked at the girl kneeling on the floor in front of him and did a double take.

"Say, aren't you in my Advanced Physics class?"

Velma adjusted her glasses and realized that it was in fact the same Fred that sat a few desks in front of hers.

"Yeah, I am, and you're the same Fred that tried to build a better mouse trap for that project last week, correct?"

Fred practically beamed with pride.

"Yep, that was me!"

The two teens stood up from where they were kneeling, Velma's books back in the stack it was before someone shoved her over, and the two began to walk to class. Velma felt a little worried they might get in trouble for being late, but their teacher wasn't a particularly mean one, so perhaps they might be in the clear. Turning towards Fred, she asked him something.

"So, why were you out in the hallway anyway? I thought class started already"

"Oh, I forgot my book in my locker, so the teacher gave me a few minutes to run and grab it"

Velma hummed in response before falling silent again. The pair walked until they nearly reached their classroom, when the lights in the hallway suddenly flickered, then went out. They two teens stopped in their tracks.

"Hmm… that's odd.

Carefully, the two walked through the dark hallway, eyes slowly adjusting to the sudden change. The hall they were in was a particularly old hall, part of the original high school before an addition was added on a few years ago, so a lot of the abandoned class room doors were closed shut, with no lights coming from them, adding to the darkness consuming them. Their classroom was the science lab near the end of the hall, and once they could figure out where it was in the darkness, the quicker they could escape it.

Fred suddenly stopped in his tracks, Velma copying him a second later.

"What is it?"

Fred shushed her, and as the bespectacled girl listened she could make out a low moaning sound coming from further down the hallway. Velma gasped, afraid someone might need help like she did a few minutes ago, or worse.

"Hello? Are you ok?"

The moaning continued, which didn't ease either of the teens' nerves. Somewhat reluctantly, they started heading further down the hall, Fred taking the lead with Velma and her stack of books bringing up the rear. Fred decided to call out again.

"Hello? Anybody here?"

Fred suddenly felt a tug on his white sweater, halting his movement. Turning his head, he saw Velma had a death grip on his arm, a horrified expression on her face. Before he got a chance to ask her what was wrong, she whispered under her breath, "Look".

Looking ahead of him, the blonde couldn't see much besides pure blackness, but when he took time for his eyes to adjust, he saw a figure sprawled out on the floor just a few feet ahead of him. Holding his breath, Fred sucked in whatever courage he had at the moment and trudged ahead, concern written all over his face.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Kneeling down on the ground, the ascot wearer shook the figures' shoulder, hoping that they weren't hurt or anything. The figure shifted, before turning to face Fred.

The figure had glowing green eyes.

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