Slowly he walked through the school, but it was dark and abandonned.
The hallways were empty and pitch black, lit only by small droplets of
moonlight splattered against the lockers and paint chipped walls. The
silence crept up on him until it was hanging above him, suffocating him,
when suddenly, all he could hear was hideous, horrible laughter. It
sounded as if the entire school was laughing, but he couldn't see anyone
around. He ran from door to door flinging them open, but each classroom
stood there, empty. The building itself seemed to be criticizing him,
watching him. Dashing through each hallway, searching for the source of
the laughter, he was now breaking into a sweat. Salty streams poured down
his face, and he wasn't sure which were broken beads of sweat and which
were his tears. Frantic now, he flung himself down the stairs, taking two
or three steps at a time. The stairs seemed to stretch out forever, but
when he finally reached the bottom, he noticed the laughter had grown
louder and more gruesome. Still running, he made his way toward the sound,
down a dark hallway. It grew louder still. Suddenly, spotted a river of
light pouring from an open door at the end of the hallway. He began to run
to it. The closer he got the farther away it seemed, until finally, he
reached out to the doorknob and pulled himself inside the room. Once
inside, the laughter stopped. It was replaced by a sweet, soft lullabye
coming from a music box on a table in the middle of the room. The music
box, was a small wooden box painted white, with a single carosel horse
sticking out from the middle, rotating around itself, in step with the
eerie melodic hymn sounding out from the box. It went very slowly, and
almost seemed to be watching him. The table it sat on, was very small.
Obviously meant for a child. It seemed the kind of table two children
would have a tea party at. It was also wooden, but left unpainted. The
room was lit by blinding, flourescent lights. Other than what sat in it's
center, the room was completely empty. There was one window in it, but it
was old and dirty, and the world outside was pitch black. He walked over
to the box, a sick sense of serinity sweeping over him. He stood there for
an immesurable amount of time watching it, rotating so slowly it seemed it
was about to stop. However, it kept going. He then, reached out to touch
it. Lightly, his forefinger stroked the pink saddle lying on the carosel
horses back. He took his finger away, feeling a pang of regret. Suddenly,
his thick blue eyes widened as the horse stopped, facing him. It's cold
black eyes distinctly looked up at him. The music stopped as well. Then,
drops of blood began to seep from the tiny black eyes of the horse.
Surprised and horrified, he stepped back away from the horse. It began to
bleed more profusely, as the rest of the music box was submerged in crimson
liquid. He made a dash for the door, but it slammed shut and all the
lights went out. Then, suddenly, he could see again. He was outside, in
the school's courtyard, lit by the sparkling moon. He looked up at the
moon, hanging on a backdrop of stars. Calm, once again, he looked around
him. The school was still empty. All sounds had dissapeared into the
night. He lifted his hand and scratched the back of his head in confusion,
then began to lower his hand. Something caught the corner of his eye. He
looked down and noticed that both his arms had been sliced open from wrist
to elbow. They were bleeding slowly, as small droplets of blood sank into
the earth beneath him. Tears mixing in along with it, he dropped to his
knees and squeezed his eyes shut. The laughter began again. This time
accompanied by chanting. "Get up Larry. Larry. Get up. Larry, Get up."
