Post by Admin on Jun 19, 2014 20:25:03 GMT
Hope I didn't make you wait too long.
I moved from my spot with the rest of jazz band and struggled to make my way over to Dr.Hinsey on the other side of the bustling room. Dozens and dozens of kids and teachers, all filing out of the one cafeteria was obviously slow, and I cut across tables and rows in an effort to get out faster. I saw some of the people about to do their acts next to the stage, many disappointed by being turned away from their big moments at the last second.
Teachers called for more silence as we emptied into the hall, to which kids finally heeded. Now, there was only the sound of rumbling footsteps as some went to the 8th grade regular ed halls and the rest of us evacuated back to the probe hallway. It was still a bit disorganized. A few kids who had skipped the talent show and had been in the gym with the other attractions were just now coming out into the hallway. Most of us couldn’t find our teachers, so we simply headed to homeroom, nothing chaotic yet. Not much known. The causer of the lockdown could be any number of things, from a joker with a fake gun and a hoody, to a real, and very much dangerous and crazy, gunner. Hoping for the first choice.
As I was entering my hall from the main corridor that went through the middle of the school, I suddenly heard something faint and strange. At first it was passed as nothing, with all the people bustling quickly to their own rooms, but then there was the sound again- only louder.
It was like a cross between an eerie animal howl and a human cry, I swear. But it was something I tried to put off in my head. Something that wasn’t real. At least, it couldn’t be.
There was still much discussion as we walked here, though quieter. Ben looked worried, walking and talking in front of me to Jared who tried to reply to his long words and sentences. Dr.Hinsey attempted to gather her class as best she could, standing in the middle of the hallway, but she kept having coughing fits for some reason. There were plenty of people sick come to think of it. Eugene was talking to Tray in between hoarse coughs, “Why did *hack* I have to even come *cough* to this crap today? I could have freakin’ *hack* stayed in bed today!” Ashton asked Cady Hamby what she thought was going on, to which Cady (and anyone in the school would’ve answered) replied, “I don’t know.”
I can remember every detail clear as day. Every step I took, closer and closer to the time Osborne officially changed. The county changed. Maybe even the whole US. I’m still not sure to what extent ‘the change’ touched. I’m sorry for the digressions. I need to tell it how it was. Nothing else.
Anyways, as I was in the final yards before I entered Dr.Hinsey’s homeroom, there was a resounding thud that echoed far away in the school, perhaps in the bus entrance or front entrance. In our hall, there was loud shushing. Some slowed down while teachers continued to usher kids to classrooms. I listened myself, and the things I heard after the initial thud was hollering. Lots of it, coming from that far direction. Yells...and screams even. And of course, that haunting cry I had heard from before. It was a cry I knew for sure was not from any normal human and one I would not forget soon.
People started speeding back up after a few seconds. The entire hall would be clear in a moment. I entered the classroom right behind Jake Evens. All the lights were off; some desks were in normal rows, others in stacks at the back of the room, reminding us that this was still the last day of school. Here we were, back in the rooms again, with things escalating fast!
“Everyone, get by the lockers! All of you,” Dr.Hinsey commanded before going into another fit of bad sounding coughs. Trying to keep it together. Eventually, everyone in the room, which numbered less than 20, was on the right side of the room by the lockers. Dr.Hinsey counted us, but didn’t know what number she should even count to. So the door was shut and locked when it seemed we had anyone who was in the class. There was…confusion. And worry. We probably had everyone in here safe, right?
And as we stood in wait, there was now no talking. No one dared. All we could do was hear a distant fear become closer. The sounds of commotion was definitely growing in volume and desperation. Yelling, screaming, ghastly howls. And we all could recognize a few voices in that mixture of hellish noise. Friends and people we’d seen only moments ago. This was certainly a serious lockdown. A dangerous, too close disaster that was very much real.
After few minutes in hiding, the lights simply went off out in the hall. We could tell. The light coming in from the tiny door window stopped letting in light from the outside hallway, and only the distant sunshine from a very distant exit at the end of the hall was the only source of sight for us now. Why did the lights just turn off? A curtain of darkness had been laid over our eyes and mouths, but not our ears. If anything, the sounds became louder still. A struggle that would not let up, ever.
I moved from my spot with the rest of jazz band and struggled to make my way over to Dr.Hinsey on the other side of the bustling room. Dozens and dozens of kids and teachers, all filing out of the one cafeteria was obviously slow, and I cut across tables and rows in an effort to get out faster. I saw some of the people about to do their acts next to the stage, many disappointed by being turned away from their big moments at the last second.
Teachers called for more silence as we emptied into the hall, to which kids finally heeded. Now, there was only the sound of rumbling footsteps as some went to the 8th grade regular ed halls and the rest of us evacuated back to the probe hallway. It was still a bit disorganized. A few kids who had skipped the talent show and had been in the gym with the other attractions were just now coming out into the hallway. Most of us couldn’t find our teachers, so we simply headed to homeroom, nothing chaotic yet. Not much known. The causer of the lockdown could be any number of things, from a joker with a fake gun and a hoody, to a real, and very much dangerous and crazy, gunner. Hoping for the first choice.
As I was entering my hall from the main corridor that went through the middle of the school, I suddenly heard something faint and strange. At first it was passed as nothing, with all the people bustling quickly to their own rooms, but then there was the sound again- only louder.
It was like a cross between an eerie animal howl and a human cry, I swear. But it was something I tried to put off in my head. Something that wasn’t real. At least, it couldn’t be.
There was still much discussion as we walked here, though quieter. Ben looked worried, walking and talking in front of me to Jared who tried to reply to his long words and sentences. Dr.Hinsey attempted to gather her class as best she could, standing in the middle of the hallway, but she kept having coughing fits for some reason. There were plenty of people sick come to think of it. Eugene was talking to Tray in between hoarse coughs, “Why did *hack* I have to even come *cough* to this crap today? I could have freakin’ *hack* stayed in bed today!” Ashton asked Cady Hamby what she thought was going on, to which Cady (and anyone in the school would’ve answered) replied, “I don’t know.”
I can remember every detail clear as day. Every step I took, closer and closer to the time Osborne officially changed. The county changed. Maybe even the whole US. I’m still not sure to what extent ‘the change’ touched. I’m sorry for the digressions. I need to tell it how it was. Nothing else.
Anyways, as I was in the final yards before I entered Dr.Hinsey’s homeroom, there was a resounding thud that echoed far away in the school, perhaps in the bus entrance or front entrance. In our hall, there was loud shushing. Some slowed down while teachers continued to usher kids to classrooms. I listened myself, and the things I heard after the initial thud was hollering. Lots of it, coming from that far direction. Yells...and screams even. And of course, that haunting cry I had heard from before. It was a cry I knew for sure was not from any normal human and one I would not forget soon.
People started speeding back up after a few seconds. The entire hall would be clear in a moment. I entered the classroom right behind Jake Evens. All the lights were off; some desks were in normal rows, others in stacks at the back of the room, reminding us that this was still the last day of school. Here we were, back in the rooms again, with things escalating fast!
“Everyone, get by the lockers! All of you,” Dr.Hinsey commanded before going into another fit of bad sounding coughs. Trying to keep it together. Eventually, everyone in the room, which numbered less than 20, was on the right side of the room by the lockers. Dr.Hinsey counted us, but didn’t know what number she should even count to. So the door was shut and locked when it seemed we had anyone who was in the class. There was…confusion. And worry. We probably had everyone in here safe, right?
And as we stood in wait, there was now no talking. No one dared. All we could do was hear a distant fear become closer. The sounds of commotion was definitely growing in volume and desperation. Yelling, screaming, ghastly howls. And we all could recognize a few voices in that mixture of hellish noise. Friends and people we’d seen only moments ago. This was certainly a serious lockdown. A dangerous, too close disaster that was very much real.
After few minutes in hiding, the lights simply went off out in the hall. We could tell. The light coming in from the tiny door window stopped letting in light from the outside hallway, and only the distant sunshine from a very distant exit at the end of the hall was the only source of sight for us now. Why did the lights just turn off? A curtain of darkness had been laid over our eyes and mouths, but not our ears. If anything, the sounds became louder still. A struggle that would not let up, ever.