The school year was almost over; we’d be in fifth grade soon. My friend Will and I, both good students with families very active in the PTA, were given an assignment we were happy with. We were excused from class to collect things needed to go into storage. We had to collect textbooks, extra supplies, and the over-head projectors in each classroom. We were given a push cart and the elevator key and sent on our way; the principal didn’t care how much we collected in a trip or how many trips it took us. We had the day, and in many ways the whole elementary school, to ourselves.
After four years in the school (I went to another school for kindergarten) and Will’s five years, we were both curious about several places in the school that stories were whispered about. Now, free …show more content…
The place we wanted to see wasn’t actually on the second floor, it was above it. But there was no third floor; this place didn’t seem to have a reason to exist. If I had hope of finding anything, it was this place.
We parked the cart in the stairwell in the middle of the hall and took the single flight of steps to the strange place. It was two flights to cross floors; this place just seemed like an accident of architecture. The door was unlocked, which gave us hope; there were no markings indicating what it was. The lack of signs alone made kids tell stories. Now, we were going to see what was in that place which might’ve been a gateway to Hell.
Nobody was in the room, so we were safe to explore for the moment. My hopes were crushed as I looked around. It was a storage room, though not for things like Will and I were collecting. Old yearbooks and outdated textbooks were stacked on shelves on the left side of the room; to the right was a small desk with a typewriter on it. We left the place as we found it and resigned ourselves to collecting projectors and math
After four years in the school (I went to another school for kindergarten) and Will’s five years, we were both curious about several places in the school that stories were whispered about. Now, free …show more content…
The place we wanted to see wasn’t actually on the second floor, it was above it. But there was no third floor; this place didn’t seem to have a reason to exist. If I had hope of finding anything, it was this place.
We parked the cart in the stairwell in the middle of the hall and took the single flight of steps to the strange place. It was two flights to cross floors; this place just seemed like an accident of architecture. The door was unlocked, which gave us hope; there were no markings indicating what it was. The lack of signs alone made kids tell stories. Now, we were going to see what was in that place which might’ve been a gateway to Hell.
Nobody was in the room, so we were safe to explore for the moment. My hopes were crushed as I looked around. It was a storage room, though not for things like Will and I were collecting. Old yearbooks and outdated textbooks were stacked on shelves on the left side of the room; to the right was a small desk with a typewriter on it. We left the place as we found it and resigned ourselves to collecting projectors and math