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Pyker sat in his first class , tapping his pencil on his desk. His science professor was running late, which was odd for her, since she was completely anal. When she finally walked through the classroom doors, she had the daily newspaper in hand. "Hello class, Im afraid I have some bad news for you all".
Everyone looked up from what they were doing. "It seems that one of you classmates...has passed on".
"Who is it?" Many kids called out.
"Ruby Tapeworth".
"What happened?".
" I am not allowed to give out that information to students" She said quickly. In other words, she didn't know.
Pyker fell back in his seat. What the hell is going on.... The lights, tv, that thing infront of the car, now Ruby's death? All of this on one day, it couldn't be a coincidence. By now the others would be finding out the news, and thinking the same things.
At lunch Pyker ran up to them, "Did you guys hear about Ruby?"
Connor looked freaked, "What the hell is happening?"
"I don't know, but I don't think this is the end of it, and that...whatever, that we almost hit has to have something to do with this. It has to" Keafer insisted. Girls wailing in the hall at the loss of their friend Ruby, every student whispering theories. Only these four boys had anything close to what was unfolding.
"Look, tonight meet at my dorm, we have to check this out" Keafer said.
"Why us? Why do we have to do anything" J.R asked trying to be sensible.
'Because we're the only once who almost hit that guy with a car, that’s why so just do it" Connor ordered.
" What? Connor your not coming," Pyker snapped, "I don't want you getting hurt."
"Pyker, Im not a kid, I was in that car too which makes me a part of this, Im coming along, and that’s final".
Sometimes, Pyker just wanted to beat his little brother but he refrained, there were more important matters at hand.
After school climbing into the car, J.R looked nervous.
"You alright there?" Pyker asked.
"Well, let me think last time I was in this car, we almost hit something, Im not worried at all no way".
"Calm down its day light, and Pyker will have his eyes on the road, right?" Keafer said.
"Huh?" Pyker looked over, with a confused look on his face.
"Im driving" J.R said immediately.
Pyker sat grumpily in the passenger seat, looking out the window.
"Awww muffin, don't look so grumpy, frowning gives you wrinkles" Connor teased flicking his ear.
"So where are we going exactly?"
"Oh you know that road beside the lighthouse? Go there?" Connor said.
They all looked at him, "How did you know that?"
"Its called a newspaper." Connor said flatly.
The sky was a pale grey, as they winded down the damp road, surrounded by winding trees. As they drove farther and farther the fog grew thicker.
"Where the hell did all this come from?" J.R whispered to himself squinting to see.
Connor attempted to look out his window. Suddenly his heart beat quickened, sweat accumulated on his upper lip. Goose bumps crept up his arms. Fog seeped into the car, he tried to wave it away, but the more he tried the thicker it got. Sliding into his throat he coughed, and gagged. He felt a soft finger touch his ear, and hands cease his head. He started to choke, the air was sucked out from his throat, he gasped for air but breathed in putric tasting fog. He smelt death, the stench of rotting corpses. It made his eyes water, he tried to call out Pyker’s name, but he couldn't do it, he croaked out a raspy choking sound. He clasped his throat. The fog formed into long slender hands. They dug into his throat. His spine stiffened, when a pair of moist lips pressed to the side of his head, a ghostly whisper, repeated his name. He thrashed around trying to get away, but the voice sunk into his ears, echoing in his ears. Squeezing his eyes shut, trying to get away, he couldn't take the voice any longer.
Suddenly instead of the cold hollow voice, multiple voices were shouting. When he felt another set of hands on him, he panicked, and shot his fist out. Surprising himself when it came into contact with something warm and squishy. Shooting his eyes open, he saw Pyker holding the side of his face. The others looking at him worriedly.
"Where's all the fog go?" Connor questioned flipping around looking for it.
"What fog?"
"How could you not have seen it, it was everywhere" He gasped.
"Jesus, your bleeding" Pyker said quietly examing his neck. Sure enough there were long deep scratches on his neck.
J.R kept on driving, Connor scrambled to roll down his window. Sticking his head out, breathing in the fresh air, feeling the cold breeze on his face. J.R pulled over when they saw the lines of yellow police tape.
Making sure no cops were on the scene, they climbed out and walked out. Grimacing at the blood stained ground, they forced themselves to look closer, for more unusual than a murder on Essife Island.
Keafer scanned the blocked off patch of ground. Seeing nothing but blood soaked snow, and small rocks. Until he saw something carved into the ice."Hey guys, look at this" He said waving them over. They looked down, and the curved cross dug into the crime scene.
"There’s nothing we can do about it now, Ill look it up tomorrow during class" J.R said. Scanning it over once more, that was all they found that day.
The next morning, Keafer woke up in his small dorm room. The sky was grey once again, it seemed like forever since he had seen the sun. Pulling on his uniform, and searching his room for text books. He ran down the hall towards his homeroom class, which he was already late for. He peered into the class, his teachers back was turned. He bolted in and dove over the counter into his seat. His classmates snickered, until Mr.Gates turned and chuckled, "Okay, I didn't know we were filming Mission Impossible 4, have a seat Keafer". He smiled nervously, and sat down.
"Before we were so acrobatically interrupted, I was talking about Stephen Kings novel, Misery. Why do you think Annie is so obsessed with Paul’s book?"
While the class discussed yet another horror novel, Keafer scratched a doodle into the hardwood desk.
Looking up occasionally, Mr.Gates was writing, and drawing on the chalk board. The clock ticked by slowly, Keafer had decided to skip second period, it was only french, and his mother had already taught him that when he was four. He thought he was seeing things, but the words on the board started to mix together into one big white blob. Swirling around, configuring into something. Keafer blinked, and rubbed his eyed. Pinching himself repeatedly trying to convince himself this was a dream. Looking at his classmates, they seemed unnerved by the picture moving around the board. The white chalk started to turn jet black, like a black tar, oozing downward. Slowly descending out, over Mr.Gates shoulders, consuming his chest. He didn't move, just continued with his lecture. Keafer was staring at him widely, the ooze was climbing up his teachers back, trying to encase him.
"MR.GATES LOOK OUT!" Keafer shouted diving over his desk towards him. Stopping dead in his tracks, he was shocked to see that the goo had disappeared. And that Mr.Gates had walked over to him,
"Keafer, are you feeling alright? Maybe you should go see the nurse". Keafer whipped around, looking behind Mr.Gates, and the chalk board. Running his fingers through his hair he nodded, grabbed his books and walked out.
