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hallway I had just traversed had been closed, though. So what door had slammed?
I heard the noise again, only this time I realized the sound was coming from upstairs. An upstairs that was supposed to be vacant and empty.
I considered climbing the stairs to investigate and then stopped myself. This is where people always make their mistakes in horror movies. They go to check out the noise instead of running in the opposite direction. I had always told myself I would never be one of those girls – the ones that check out a noise and end up with a giant knife jutting from their neck. I wasn’t stupid, after all.
The sound of another door slamming upstairs made me jump. I silently chastised myself for letting everyone else leave the building while I remained behind. This might be funny situation if I wasn’t alone.
By the time the fourth slam reached my ears I had already made the decision. I reached for the stairway door, telling myself that it would be locked and this wouldn’t be an issue. When the door opened easily I mentally cursed myself again. It looked like I was going to be the stupid horror movie girl after all.
I took a deep breath and started to climb the stairs. How bad could this be? I had a feeling I was going to wish I’d never asked that question. I was right.
Ten
I’m not going to lie, the hike up two sets of darkened stairs – the only light emanating from two emergency exit signs – to the second floor landing was one of the most terrifying ordeals in my entire life. Yeah, that includes almost being killed by a band of vigilante werewolves. I kept imagining that someone was going to jump out of the darkness that spread all around me from a few feet away and I would never be heard from again.
I actually imagined fifty years into the future and what the students would be like and how they would talk about the urban legend of the blonde freshman that disappeared in Barnes Hall never to be heard from again. Yeah, I watch too many slasher flicks. It has totally skewed my view on reality.
When I finally did make it to the second floor, I felt as if my heart was hammering so hard it would literally fly out of my chest. Either I need to start working out more or I’m terrified – or maybe both.
When I opened the door to the second floor, I only pushed it open a few inches. Then I paused to listen. I kept telling myself that I would have the chance to run if there was a zombie on the floor. Zombies were slow moving – unless they were those terrifying fast zombies from the Dawn of the Dead remake. If there was a vampire or a werewolf up here I was going to be in some serious trouble.
I realized I had been holding my breath for a few minutes when I suddenly felt lightheaded. I let my breath out with what I hoped was a silent whoosh and gasped in some fresh air. In the eerie silence of the second floor, it sounded like I was scuba diving. I could only hope a Sharknado didn’t land at this moment because it would be open season on me in this environment. I was having trouble seeing anything, and my eyes were taking longer than I would have liked to adjust to the new darkness on the second floor.
The good news is that the second floor wasn’t completely dark. I looked left and right down the hall and saw that there was a window on each end that was letting natural sunlight filter into the hall. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the only light source available to me.
I had made the decision that I had imagined the noise – all four times – and was moving to run down the steps and out of the building when I heard another door slam. This one was so close my teeth rattled from the reverberations. Crap.
I stepped out into the hallway – making sure that I was safely in the middle of the window-filtered light – and narrowed my eyes as I tried to stare down the hallway. Was someone there? Did I just see a hint of movement along the wall? Can alligators climb stairs, because I swear I see something
I heard the noise again, only this time I realized the sound was coming from upstairs. An upstairs that was supposed to be vacant and empty.
I considered climbing the stairs to investigate and then stopped myself. This is where people always make their mistakes in horror movies. They go to check out the noise instead of running in the opposite direction. I had always told myself I would never be one of those girls – the ones that check out a noise and end up with a giant knife jutting from their neck. I wasn’t stupid, after all.
The sound of another door slamming upstairs made me jump. I silently chastised myself for letting everyone else leave the building while I remained behind. This might be funny situation if I wasn’t alone.
By the time the fourth slam reached my ears I had already made the decision. I reached for the stairway door, telling myself that it would be locked and this wouldn’t be an issue. When the door opened easily I mentally cursed myself again. It looked like I was going to be the stupid horror movie girl after all.
I took a deep breath and started to climb the stairs. How bad could this be? I had a feeling I was going to wish I’d never asked that question. I was right.
Ten
I’m not going to lie, the hike up two sets of darkened stairs – the only light emanating from two emergency exit signs – to the second floor landing was one of the most terrifying ordeals in my entire life. Yeah, that includes almost being killed by a band of vigilante werewolves. I kept imagining that someone was going to jump out of the darkness that spread all around me from a few feet away and I would never be heard from again.
I actually imagined fifty years into the future and what the students would be like and how they would talk about the urban legend of the blonde freshman that disappeared in Barnes Hall never to be heard from again. Yeah, I watch too many slasher flicks. It has totally skewed my view on reality.
When I finally did make it to the second floor, I felt as if my heart was hammering so hard it would literally fly out of my chest. Either I need to start working out more or I’m terrified – or maybe both.
When I opened the door to the second floor, I only pushed it open a few inches. Then I paused to listen. I kept telling myself that I would have the chance to run if there was a zombie on the floor. Zombies were slow moving – unless they were those terrifying fast zombies from the Dawn of the Dead remake. If there was a vampire or a werewolf up here I was going to be in some serious trouble.
I realized I had been holding my breath for a few minutes when I suddenly felt lightheaded. I let my breath out with what I hoped was a silent whoosh and gasped in some fresh air. In the eerie silence of the second floor, it sounded like I was scuba diving. I could only hope a Sharknado didn’t land at this moment because it would be open season on me in this environment. I was having trouble seeing anything, and my eyes were taking longer than I would have liked to adjust to the new darkness on the second floor.
The good news is that the second floor wasn’t completely dark. I looked left and right down the hall and saw that there was a window on each end that was letting natural sunlight filter into the hall. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the only light source available to me.
I had made the decision that I had imagined the noise – all four times – and was moving to run down the steps and out of the building when I heard another door slam. This one was so close my teeth rattled from the reverberations. Crap.
I stepped out into the hallway – making sure that I was safely in the middle of the window-filtered light – and narrowed my eyes as I tried to stare down the hallway. Was someone there? Did I just see a hint of movement along the wall? Can alligators climb stairs, because I swear I see something
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