Victim #29

"Michael?" I peered around the corner. This was getting weird...the whole school had an odd darkness about it....Nope. His locker was deserted. Just like the rest of the school. "Michael..it isn't funny!" my voice rose and trembled. Where were the teachers? The students? Michael and I had walked to school together, and he had said he was going to put his alto sax back in the music room. I had gone up to my locker, expecting it to be crowded...and no one was there. Now I had started to run, my voice rising in hysterics. "MICHAEL!!" I looked into the teachers lounge. No teachers there either...wait..what was that?!? Oh. Just a coat. I walked down the hall to the library. Maybe Michael was just waiting there to scare me. I looked in. He was standing there, holding a book and looking pale. "Michael?" He looked up. "Run." I frowned. "Why?" I laughed nervously. "They're coming. They got me..but you still have a chance. Run before I turn senseless like them.." a strange gurgle came from his direction. "GO!" I whimpered...and seeing the tortured expression on his face I ran. I passed the english class..math..gym...wait, science. I grabbed a knife. I ran into the girls bathroom and locked myself in a stall. A door slammed, and footsteps could be heard outside the stall. A ragged moan came from out there, and a voice that sounded strangely like Michael with a cold said "I can sssssmell you. Sooo...thirsty.." The stall door rattled. The lock turned and the door opened....my bloodcurdling scream was the last sound I heard...then a searing pain in my throat....

That's my story, and now, I have awoken....and I am thirsty. 

Ready or not....here I come....

The End

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