Friday, November 5, 2010

All Great Things Start Somewhere.

"I.  I see that you made it here.  That is good.  You see I am in something of a bind.  I need your help.  Come with me."

The student glanced up and down the empty halls, then motioned to be followed.  Each step echoed with an unearthly chill.  The cold air was stagnant with the smell of yesterday's fear.  Schools or any building for that matter tend to have a sinister appearance when graced with shadows after dark.  These halls were no exception.

Perhaps I shouldn't have stayed late after all...