A girl named Sarah plays a game of truth or dare with her friends when locked in her school. Which turns out to be a bad idea. They end up summoning something, something of the unknown. What will happen? Read now to find out!
After English and Social Studies, I wasn't ready for detention. I was exhausted. While walking to detention, I almost fell down because I almost fell asleep. Definitely ain't ready. We sat down in our seats. It was pretty boring, until, the lockdown bell rang. Our teacher wasn't in the room, because they were in the bathroom. So my friends and I decided to arm ourselves just in case. Two knocks at the door. And three sets of feet walking. We were scared, I can admit that. After minutes of silence, and a couple of coughs, the door of the detention room creaked open. Everyone in the room froze. I don't even think I heard anyone BREATHE. But, I could understand why. A lady with a white dress and black hair came floating into the room. She looked at us. And-shaking happened.
"Wake up! WAKE UP!" I awoke to the detention monitor shaking me awake. I was in my seat, safe. I looked around the room, and I saw my friends in the doorway. "You were sleeping! Detention for you tomorrow!" I sighed deeply inside of my head. I was relieved and mad at the same time. I wanted to get out of school as quickly as I could. As I walked out of the school, I asked my friends about the ghost lady.
"Did you see her?..." I asked. They all nodded. I looked at the paved sidewalk. Nobody talked the whole way. I made it to my house, and I waved goodbye to everyone. I entered my house, and I remembered that mom and dad were going into the night shift today, and they wouldn't be back till 12, midnight. I decided to watch tv. When I got the remote and turned it on, the tv didn't respond. Instead, a glitching effect came up on the screen. A chill went down my back, and sweat went down my forehead. I was creeped out. I started to hear music, coming from the attic. That made me frightened even more. I crept upstairs. Creek. Creek. Creek. I was actually trembling. I heard thunder come down. I made it to the attic. I peaked inside and saw two musical instruments. A piano, and a flute. The music stopped. I stepped inside. It suddenly became cold. I took the flute from the attic and ran back downstairs. The flute had a unique pattern, two snakes were shaped in a double helix (%uD83E%uDDEC) on the back, one green, and one white. The flute itself was a pearl, with a shine to it.
"Shhhh... %u4E0D%u8981%u8FDB%u5165%u767D%u95E8...%u505C%u4E0B%u6765...(don't go into the door of the white...stop...(I think). )
"Shhhhh... %u6572%u95E8%u7684%u53F6%u5B50%u7684%u767D%u8272%u660F%u8FF7%u7684%u706F...(Knock on the door of lamps for the white coma of the leaves...)
I froze in place. What was that?... I decided to not do my homework. I walked to my room. I wanted to sleep.
I put the covers over me. Wait a minute...what's that? Red?...what is that?... Wait for a second...it smells like...blood. I felt...really dizzy... why was their blood?... I fell asleep.
I awoke to a tapping on my windows. It was still dark outside. I saw...two things. Writing on my wall, saying, %u8F93%u5165%u7981%u6B62 (Enter the forbidden). I also found a knife on my bedroom floor, with a hand attached to it. My radio went off, and I heard a man's voice.
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BANG!
What was THAT?!
