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| Untitled J.H. It seems as if it's any ordinary day, but for some reason the ball has rung and the hall is empty. I hear footsteps behind me, I look but no one is there. I hear voices and then I just yell out. "Who are you? Whay won't you leave me alone? Why are you here? Just go away!" The hallway becomes very cold and ice forms around the doors and windows. How can there be ice with eighty-five degree weather? The voices are calling to me, becoming louder and louder. I begin running and soon slip and fall to my knees. It turns out it's not ice, but glass, that has now cut my legs badly. I try to stand, but my legs are hurt. The floor around me is turning red. I try to call out for some one, but I make no sound. There are no tears to fall for my eyes are dry. The hallway is becoming colder and my blood is freezing to the floor. I know if I don't get up soon, I might not be able to move. Slowly, I get up and reach for what ever I can. I touch something cold. I turn and look. It's a door handle. The voices are becoming louder. |