It started the day earlier. One cool, yet warm, Saturday in June, but Nigel wasn’t interested in playing baseball or running around. He was only interested in saving his hide. Nigel, a short, skinny 14-year-old, begged of the bully, “Please no, Please no! Please, I beg you, don’t make me go in there! Children go missing in there! There’s been three this week!”
He started jabbering in Chinese. “請, 請, 請 不要 讓 我 進去!” Nigel, a transfer student, was having a hard time adjusting to his new school. Currently, he was on the ground with bruises all over him and what he hoped wasn’t a broken nose. “Give up already. Anyways, ghosts aren’t real, idiot.” said the bully, trying to get Nigel to go into the Haunted Science Lab. …show more content…
“Aww, you’re standing up for your stupid friend,” mocked the bully. Several insults later, Cory said, “Fine, we’ll show you that we can stay in the Haunted Science Lab. We’ll stay in there overnight!” “Wait, what!? I don’t get a say in this!?” asked Nigel.
“Quiet, we’ll be fine.” Cory had to drag Nigel into the lab kicking and screaming. When they stepped in, a cold draft hit them in the face and the doors slammed behind them. They walked for a minute, Nigel whimpering in fear every time he heard or thought he heard a noise. Cory stopped, shrugged, and said, “Well, we’re here. Might as well set up our sleeping