Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

I wanted to try a horror story and I was writing a part for a different story (A look into the past) and decided to put it in a new story.

I don't think this story will be updated very often because of the other ones I have but if I get reviews asking to update it…. I'll do my best.

Summary: Hogwarts was pretty peaceful after Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord. But when someone decides to disrupt that peace, terrible things start to happen. Students start disappearing and turning up dead. Investigators try to find the evidence, but how do you do that when there is none? Hogwarts may look peaceful from the outside, but only those inside its walls know of the true horrors within.

It was 8:00 pm, an hour before curfew, on Thursday night. I had just outrun a group of Slytherins who were trying to hex me and I was in an unknown place.

There was no one around here, even though there were always many students out at this time. It was eerily quiet and that scared me, but I continued walking. I was trying to find a familiar area, mainly the main staircase, where I was sure there would be plenty of people.

I knew I was on the second floor, but I was in a hallway I had never been in before. The torches were lit, but there were less than in other parts of the school so it was darker. I didn't know which direction to go in so I went right. It started getting darker the deeper I went, but I didn't turn back, because I saw another hallway coming off of this one up ahead and it was light and inviting.

As I made my way over, I heard a noise behind me. I whipped around with my wand out, but there was no one there. I turned back cautiously and walked a little faster down the corridor. I was almost there when I heard another noise, closer. Once again I whirled myself around but couldn't see anything.

I looked at my watch, which glowed green, and saw that it was 8:10. I still had plenty of time to find my friends and get back to my dorm.

"Relax," I said to myself in the darkness. I started off again towards the light. I was almost there when I slipped on a puddle on the floor. I let out a gasp as I went down and skinned my elbow. I sat up and stayed there for a second, holding the raw skin to dull the pain.

After it stopped stinging I prepared to get up. In the silence, I thought I heard someone breathing somewhere above me. I scrambled to my feet.

"Lumos" I whispered. Right at the end of my wand tip was a grotesque silver face. Two arms reached out to grab me. I screamed and struggled but a hand went over my mouth. The person was holding me around me waist, restraining me. From the grip I could tell it was a man.

I tried to pry him off me, but it only caused him to kick me to make me stop. His hand left my mouth, and reached down near my hips. He didn't touch me, but I heard him take something out of his pocket. Then I felt something cold on my throat. My eyes widened in horror and I started screaming again, as loud as I could.

"Shut up," said the man in a coarse voice. There was a push on my throat and I felt a blinding pain. My eyes watered as the pressure and the pain increased. There was liquid – blood, I realized – dripping down my throat, onto my chest. I let out a whimper but that caused more pain.

"Stop," I tried to whisper, but all that happened was a gurgling sound. I had no strength to get him off me. I knew I would die, but I still wanted to try and save myself. Blood was coming out of my throat, fast. I realized there was no hope as he gave a final push. I fell to the floor, my life rushing out of me. It was over in a matter of seconds.