Sprinting is not that easy when you don’t know where you are going, but I was doing it nonetheless. Without a destination, I keep my eyes pealed for a safe place to stop, but this sad excuse of a town doesn’t have much to offer. Mostly cornfields and barns, both of which give me bad vibes. I slow my sprinting down to a steady jog, just to be sure I’m not missing any opportunities. In the distance, I see a building; I decide if there are no cars, then I will see what it has to offer. As I approach the building, I see a parking lot without a single car, along with half of a sign that says “St. Pius”. I had come across an abandoned school, a gift sent directly from God himself, which is ironic considering the day I’ve had. I will just find a way
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Quietly, I approach the room, and peak my head in, gun at the ready of course. Inside is nothing but an old overhead projector that is somehow still on. I don’t know how it is working, but I am not going to think too much about it because I will spook myself out and I can’t afford to give up this hiding place. Moving forward, my only option is to go upstairs. I climb the steps and am presented with what seems to be the main entrance, in the middle of which stood a standing metal statue of who I assume to be St. Pius, but it is especially hard to tell seeing how the oddly literate graffiti artists covered poor Pius too. I have two hallways I can go down, so I decide to go left. I see a worn sign on the wall in front of a room that says “Main Office”. I walk in, and see that this was the place the graffiti people intended to go the entire time. All across the walls read: “MURDERER”, “ROT IN PRISON”, “PSYCHO”, and “GO TO HELL”. These are not welcoming words to me. This is the shit I was worried about, but perhaps it was just some kids being punks who hated their old principal, who for whatever reason might be in prison. Regardless, I am going to move on, and not think about it. I walk out and continue down the hallway, where there is another split. I go left again. All rooms are empty, however one was given less last-second attention than others seeing how all of the desks are perfectly in order and facing the …show more content…
I take it. Another barely legible sign above a door reads, “Therapy”. The door is open, so I walk in. There is a big wooden desk accompanied by no chair. Across from the desk is a torn leather couch. A newspaper attracts me towards the desk. I pick it up and hold it so as to let the moonlight reveal what it says. In the center of the paper is a picture of a man with black hair being put in cuffs with a smile on his face. The headline reads: LOCAL ORPHANAGE OWNER FOUND GUILTY OF THREE COUNTS OF HOMOCIDE”. The start of the article reads: “Henry Darvis (above), local owner of St. Pius Orphanage, is found guilty of the murder of three children living in his orphanage: Wendy McGuire, 8, Jeremy Nichols, 11, and Samuel Allard, 8.” I drop the newspaper. I don’t fuck with haunted orphanages. That might be the last thing I fuck with. I run out of the office but forget which way to go. My instinct tells me left so I take it. And then another left. I find my way to the spelling room, but something catches my eye. I look at the chalkboard that displayed roughly seven words last time I checked. The only word on the board now is “help”. I turn to sprint down the hallway, but at the end is the figure of a little girl. The opposite way it is then. Gun at the ready, I try and figure my way out of this maze of an orphanage. I hear laughter behind me. I sneak a look back and see a boy standing at the end of the hall. I
Quietly, I approach the room, and peak my head in, gun at the ready of course. Inside is nothing but an old overhead projector that is somehow still on. I don’t know how it is working, but I am not going to think too much about it because I will spook myself out and I can’t afford to give up this hiding place. Moving forward, my only option is to go upstairs. I climb the steps and am presented with what seems to be the main entrance, in the middle of which stood a standing metal statue of who I assume to be St. Pius, but it is especially hard to tell seeing how the oddly literate graffiti artists covered poor Pius too. I have two hallways I can go down, so I decide to go left. I see a worn sign on the wall in front of a room that says “Main Office”. I walk in, and see that this was the place the graffiti people intended to go the entire time. All across the walls read: “MURDERER”, “ROT IN PRISON”, “PSYCHO”, and “GO TO HELL”. These are not welcoming words to me. This is the shit I was worried about, but perhaps it was just some kids being punks who hated their old principal, who for whatever reason might be in prison. Regardless, I am going to move on, and not think about it. I walk out and continue down the hallway, where there is another split. I go left again. All rooms are empty, however one was given less last-second attention than others seeing how all of the desks are perfectly in order and facing the …show more content…
I take it. Another barely legible sign above a door reads, “Therapy”. The door is open, so I walk in. There is a big wooden desk accompanied by no chair. Across from the desk is a torn leather couch. A newspaper attracts me towards the desk. I pick it up and hold it so as to let the moonlight reveal what it says. In the center of the paper is a picture of a man with black hair being put in cuffs with a smile on his face. The headline reads: LOCAL ORPHANAGE OWNER FOUND GUILTY OF THREE COUNTS OF HOMOCIDE”. The start of the article reads: “Henry Darvis (above), local owner of St. Pius Orphanage, is found guilty of the murder of three children living in his orphanage: Wendy McGuire, 8, Jeremy Nichols, 11, and Samuel Allard, 8.” I drop the newspaper. I don’t fuck with haunted orphanages. That might be the last thing I fuck with. I run out of the office but forget which way to go. My instinct tells me left so I take it. And then another left. I find my way to the spelling room, but something catches my eye. I look at the chalkboard that displayed roughly seven words last time I checked. The only word on the board now is “help”. I turn to sprint down the hallway, but at the end is the figure of a little girl. The opposite way it is then. Gun at the ready, I try and figure my way out of this maze of an orphanage. I hear laughter behind me. I sneak a look back and see a boy standing at the end of the hall. I