Scene 1: The Ghost School
“You’re kidding me.” I whispered ferociously.
Glen turns around and looks back at me, not replying. Glen pulls on the door, staggering. He gives the door another yank, and it opens with a creak. I enter first, and as I walk inside, I feel the tension in the room. As Glen and I walked further into the room, I noticed the sweat on people’s necks. I turn to look around to see Glen fumbling with his hands. I knew Glen too well.
“You’re scared.” I whispered as we sat down.
“You are too.” he mumbles.
I grow silent, and I begin to adjust to the dark lighting and I see the rows and rows of daredevils, adventure-seekers, sitting in front of us. After hours of waiting, I fell asleep, and wake up not knowing how long I was asleep.
“Our turn, man.” Glen says while shaking me.
An instructor approaches us, and scans for any devices.
“Alright, follow me please.” she says calmly.
As we walked to the doors, my only thought was how horrible it was to wake up here. We walked into yet another waiting room. It had darker lighting, and a few men already surrounded the room, sitting in criss-cross position on the ground. I looked around, noticing how afraid everybody looked. Glen and I took the last seating area, right in front of the door we just entered from.
“Good evening, gentlemen.” a voice boomed.
Startled, I look around the room, looking for where the voice came from. I turned around to see a man standing right behind me.
“Today, you will be entering the Ghost School. I will need you to sign a contract, it must be signed.” the stern looking man said.
Slowly, the papers were passed out with a pen for each person participating. I scanned the contract. I signed the contract and squinted at Glen to watch his reaction. He dropped the pen. The sound echoed in the dead silent room.
“Do we have a problem?” the man asked, clearly amused by Glen’s reaction.
“N-no, sir.” Glen stammered.
“Take him out.” the man commanded to the security standing at the back of the room.
As Glen was taken out, he turned and looked at me, his eyes sorry and sad. I was to face this alone, unless..
“Next man, is dead.” the man said, looking down at the floor.
My thoughts stopped, the man walked around the room collecting pens and contracts.
“There are no people in the Ghost School whatsoever. You may not encounter anything, but of course, that has never happened. You have seventeen hours. May you see the green light.” the man said, giggling.
Some people began to walk back, unsure. The man merely cleared his throat, and people emerged from the dark and pushed us all into the doors.
Scene 2: Monster
We stood in silence, afraid to walk even a single step.
Why seventeen hours?
“Well, we might as well start moving.  How many of us are here?” a man whispered.
“8, I already counted back in the waiting room.” another voice spoke up.
“Can I hold hands with somebody? I’m so awfully scared.” a girl’s voice asked.
What.. there were only men..
“Of course, where are you girl?” a man asked in a kind voice.
“To your right, sir.” the girl answered happily.
How does she know? We can barely see each other. Wait..
“Hey man-” I began to say.
Suddenly we all heard a scream. There was a very dim light, and we could see a girl with long black hair covering her face pulling a middle-aged man away into the darkness. He was trying to grab anything he could, scratching the cement floors. The girl was laughing hysterically, we all began to run. I began to run back to him, and somebody pulled on my arm.
“Are you crazy? Neither of you will make it if you go. It’s her!” he shouted as he pulled me. I began to run as well, scared out of my mind. We ran for a while. But I couldn’t tell how long.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, who’s “her”? Suddenly a voice woke me up from my thoughts.
“Hey, you alright?” I recognized the voice. It was the man who pulled me.
“Yeah.” I mumbled.
“You shy?” the man spoke with a Southern accent.
“Don’t expect me to be social here.” I scowled.
The man didn’t reply, but I knew he was still walking beside me.
“What’s your name?” I asked, feeling guilty.
“Paul Winchester,” he replied, “and your name?”
“North Xround.” I replied.
Scene 3: Time
“My folks use to like to say that time is priceless.” Paul suddenly said.
“Use to say?”
“I got nobody left, and that’s why I’m here.”
“Hey, there’s a possibility you’ll make it out.”
“I won’t be making it out.”
“Hey, take a chance.” I answered thinking he was just being stubborn.
He didn’t reply.
Suddenly an announcement was made from a speaker we didn’t know existed.
“GENTLEMEN, THIS IS THE FIVE HOUR MARK.” the speaker boomed.
Five hours? We’ve only been in here for an hour or so..
Suddenly one of the men from the back shouted. Startled, I looked around, confused. Then I saw her. She was laughing.
“Five hours? You’re done here. Right now.” she croaked.
“Shoot! There are more!” the man closest to her screamed.
He began running, as I squinted my eyes. And I saw the children. Their eyes were missing, their bodies cold and bloody. I began running, running like I had never before. Sprinting, no thought dared enter my mind. I saw five men in front of me. But Paul.. I turned around. He was staring at the children in disbelief almost like he knew who they were. There was screaming everywhere.
“I-is everybody okay?” I breathed out.
Nobody had the breath to reply, at least that’s what I thought. I turned around, thinking that there would be enough light for me to count the remaining people. I saw nobody.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I was in it. All alone. I heard a shout, and then another. I was breathing heavily.
They’re still alive, thank God. I just outran them.
Cautiously, I looked around. I walked slowly, waiting for the remaining to come running to me.
“Hey North!” a man yelled.
I turned around and saw Paul and a few others. God, I was relieved.
“The others?” I asked hesitantly.
“Man, I saw them all get pulled away..” a man spoke up.
We kept silent.
Scene 4: Gone
“CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE MADE IT TO HOUR 3.” the speaker boomed.
“Let’s run.” Paul said.
And then we took off. I didn’t really think for a while, using all the energy I had left to cautiously look around and run forward. Then I noticed a green light.
“May you see the green light.” I mumbled.
“Hey, what was that?” Paul asked.
“The man. The man in the waiting room.”
“Is it a good thing that we’re running towards it then?” asked a man.
“I’d hope.” Paul replied.
As we approached, we realized there were two lights.
“You’re not getting any closer.” a girl suddenly growled.
Panic shot me straight through the heart.  I began to sprint straight toward the left green light. The other men ran right. As I turned around to look behind me, I saw Paul getting dragged away by her. He wasn’t holding on to anything. He looked straight at me in the eye and mouthed go. Then he shut his eyes, and a tear slipped out. I felt a pain in my chest and I kept running, never to turn back. I just kept running. I knew he was gone. I approached the door with the green exit sign above it. I pushed. Then I saw the man. He was reading the newspaper, and he looked up at me, startled.
“What are you doing?” he coughed out.
“Where are the others?” I demanded.
“Which door did they go through?”
“Right.”
“Then they’re dead.”
“No..”
“You should be dead too.”
“You’re insane..”
“She was erratic, and in 1753 she was murdered by her husband while she was homeschooling her children.”
1753.. We had seventeen hours to begin with, we got a reminder at hour five and hour three..
“Who is she?”
“Belladonna Guinevere Winchester,” he replied, “and she still lives here.”
Winchester..
   I just walked out of his office.
Scene 5: Death
It was raining outside, but I did not care. I sat on the curb and watched raindrops fall into a puddle. Some raindrops made a bigger impact on the puddle, and some made a smaller impact. It was like death. When Kennedy was assassinated, it affected millions of people. But Paul.. who was left to mourn for Paul? I was never going to forget. I fumbled in my pockets for my phone and notably, it was still in my pocket. I called Glen.
“Oh my God, is this North?” was his greeting.
“Yeah.”
“You made it out..how? Are you okay? Where are you? I’m sorry.”
My head was mixed up with thoughts, and so I did not reply until he asked again.
“North?”
“I’m okay, I’m outside of the building. Can you come pick me up?”
“I’ll be there.”
“Thanks.”
I hung up. The rain had stopped, and in minutes Glen parked his old pickup truck. He got out.
“I thought I was never going to see you again, lil’ bro.” his face shocked.
“Well, I’m alive.”
“I’m sorry about everything.” he sat down next to me.
“Me too.”
We just sat there for a while.
I was sorry I was never going to know the seven people I met. I was sorry I would never forget and I was sorry I would never be who I was before again.