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“Shit! They saw me!” Morgan screamed, getting even more attention than he bargained for. He tried to run but it was too late for him, he could practically feel the beings, those monsters as they chased after him.
 

“No! Not him! Not Morgan!”

A female voice shouted as Morgan stumbled down the hall, he couldn't even turn to understand why that girl he did not remember was so worried that he would not be harmed. He didn't know how it happened but suddenly the dark figures were right behind him, their filler like hands grabbing at the exposed skin of his right arm and then ,when he thought that he could actually out run them his path was blocked by darkness as he saw another being waiting for him in the end of the hall.

“Shit! No!”

He screamed ,the smell of the foul breath of the monsters ravishing on his neck and as he looked up and his lungs nearly burst at the scream that escaped him as the filler like hands grabbed his neck to silence his terror and mercilessly push him down the stairs from which he came.

“No…" The silent whisper and then he was falling, those muffled voices, the screams of pain he knew were his own and the g
irl’s voice screaming his name.

Morgan closed his eyes feeling every ache as his head hit almost every step while his b
ody was uncontrollably falling.

“AGGHHH!”
His agony ceased, finally, after what felt like hours in slow motion he landed on the hard floor below the staircase, moaning in agonizing pain.

“Help…” He moaned, too stunned to move, too disoriented to try and crawl away.
 

“He won’t be a problem.”

He half heard a devilish hiss as he felt something cold and bonny nudge at his side,

’Oh please,’ He begged, his eyes closed. ‘Please, let it not be those feelers.’

Morgan tried to move but he couldn't, he felt warm liquid around him and salt in his mouth, he forced himself to raise his weak arm from the floor, it was covered in red and he realized that it was his own warm blood he was lying in, pooling beneath him as he drowned in darkens, drifting further away from it all.

“Morgan, I’m so sorry.” He heard the girl cry out, her face, so familiar hovering momentarily over him before she was pushed away by the beasts.
 

“Casey…Help…”

He whispered ignoring the pleading girl as she past next to him, lead back up the stairs by the monsters and then his eyes closed and he sank into the abyss, his sister’s name on his paling lips.

 

Chapter three: Revelations

 

“MORGAN!”

 

Casey sprung upward in her bed, sweating like mad, her brother’s scream still echoing in her ears and the sheets like snakes wrapped all around her trebling body.

‘Was it a bad dream that woke me? What a terrible nightmare…’ She wasn't sure about what was real or not at that moment but she knew for a fact that she heard Morgan screaming, 'Why would he do that? Just to scare her? What a jerk.'

Casey glanced at Morgan’s bed, she gulped loudly, and the bed was still empty. ‘He must be having lots of fun with Din. ‘Casey reasoned, trying to reassure herself.

Casey looked up at the clock, the glowing red figures blinked in the
dark, it was way past midnight.

“Where could he be?” Casey whispered to one in particular. “Could something happen to him…? No…it was just a bad dream…Go back to sleep, he’ll be here in the morning…” She promised herself, laying back down and burying her head in the pillow.

She lay silently in her bed, an uneasy feeling taking over her entire body.

 

“It’s nothing.” she promised herself. “I just wish that Morgan was back already…then I will stop worrying.”

She whispered into her pillow, closing her tired eyes and letting herself drift into tormented sleep.

-It's weird how things happen, even when you don’t expect it a perfectly good morning can become the worse day of your life.-

The howls of the ambulance and the shouts of the police officers filed the not so long ago silent halls of the summer school, reaching all the way up to the student’s dorms.

Colin, who until that point was having a most pleasant dream about him not being there at the moment, lifted his head off his pillow, lazily opening his eyes to see what the entire racket was about.

"What the fuck is that?" He asked himself, actually expecting an answer. “Would anyone please stop that noise? People are trying to sleep here…” He growled, flipping himself over and crashing head first onto the cold floor.

"Fuck…ahh...Crap…oww…"

He muttered incoherently; trying to mentally decide if he should even try to get up from the floor or just continue his sleep where he fell.

Toby, his roommate, who laid in the bed across from Colin’s by the door opened his eyes as well, looking at his friend that still sat on the floor, a stupid sleepy grin painted on his face.

"Dude…"

Toby glanced at the clock that hung on the wall above his head.

"Oh man…Colin, It's fucking five in the morning…and as much as I like to see you suffer, it’s just too god damn earl
y for this shit, even for me. “

He yawned. “Couldn't you like fall out of bed in
six’ish? We got no fucking classes until ten."

Colin growled, reaching over his head to his pillow and then angrily throwing in across t
he room at his laughing friend.

“I did not fall out of bed on purpose you moron.” He huffed as he pulled himself onto his fe
et, making his way to the door.

“Then why were y
ou on the floor?” Toby smirked.

“I fell.”

“Point." Toby laughed.

“Not my fault!” Colin snapped, looking at the door.

"Can't you hear that?" He asked Toby who looked at him, puzzled, he, too, glancing at the door.

"Hear what?" Colin shook his head and opened the door letting the sirens from below get a couple of notches louder as the howling drifted into the room.

Toby growled and covered his ears, but none the less he nodded.

"That I can hear. Fuck, what’s going on down there?” He asked, pulling himself up from his bed to a half sitting position supported by his elbows.

Colin shrugged, grabbing his shirt from the floor, where he let it fall the night before

"I don't know, let's go find out, it might be interesting."

“It might be trouble.”

“Yeah.” Colin smiled. “Like I said, interesting.” Toby growled.

“You are spending way too much time with Din, you know that?”

“Yes,” Colin looked at his friend who was still half laid on the bed. “Now will you please get up? You are missing all the fun.”

It took Toby a few moments to get up and put his pants on, and then
stable himself enough to get to the door but ones he did both boys went out of their room and down the hall, eager to see what the source of the noise was.

"Toby!
Colin! I was just on my way to wake you guys up!" Both boys turned to the sound of their names being shouted and none other than Din came running towards them, half dressed in loose training pants just like Toby was.

"What's going on? Did you hear that awful racket?" He asked all excited about the new interesting event that happened to occur n
ot so far from their dormitory.

“Oh, you mean, it’s not because you got into some sort of trouble?” Colin asked him, half joking, looking down at the bottom floor from the stairs balcony they were standing on.

Din shook his head, smiling brightly.

"Not this time guys, I know as much as you do."

He said, looking down past the suits and the medical staff, trying to get a glance of the source off all the excitement.

"Look…" Din whispered, pointing at the medics who had just lifted a metal gurney off the floor, carrying it away, allowing them to see ,if only, just for a moment the young looking pale hand that stuck from under the bloodied shee
t that covered his or her body.

“Shit…was that a student?” Toby half whispered, he hoped whoever it was, he wasn't dead, he never seen a dead body before and he did not want to see one now.

"Someone must have gotten hurt." Colin whispered beside him. “You think he was murdered?”

Toby huffed.
“What?! Are you an idiot!? Who would murder someone in a summer school?! You watch way too many movies man!”

They didn't have time to ponder on the idea cuss exactly at that moment they heard Mrs. Kafka scream their names from down the stairs.

"Colin! Toby! And Din! Get your butt's back upstairs and into your beds right now!"

She screamed, steam almost blowing out of her earlobes and her nostrils flaring.

Din ignored her screams and looked down the stairs, gasping in shock at the sight under them.

"Colin!" He pulled Colin's arm, turning him away from the hag, pointing at the red little puddles that littered almost every step on the way down.

"Is that…is that blood?" He asked disgusted, he did not want to step in someone’s remains to get down to the cafeteria, his stomach began rumbling insistently.

Colin nodded, he too, shocked. “I think it is…shit, did someone fell down the stairs, fuck, sorry, but what a moron would do that?”

“Boys!!! Get back to your rooms!” Mr. Kafka screamed ones again, turning from them to go over to a devastated looking woman who stood a few feet away.

"Guys?"
Toby whispered, ignoring Kafka’s orders. "Guys, look.“ He gestured at the crying women. “Isn't that Morgan's and Casey's mom?” He asked, his voice trembles with fear, he knew what that meant but he didn't want to think about it, he hoped he was wrong. 

Din and Colin too looked at the woman talking now to the cops, held in the arms of a strong looking man.

"Yes, yes it is! Fuck! What is she doing here?! You don't think…" Din paused, his stomach dropping. He suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. He glanced at the others, and then at the puddles of blood still covering the staircase. “You don’t think…”

"One of the twins got hurt!" They all said together.

“No!” Din whispered in horror. ”Fuck! No!”

"What did I just tell you?!" They didn't notice that Mr. Kafka had left the grieving couple and climbed up the stairs to personally kick their asses back to their bedrooms.

"I thought that I told you to get back to your dorm rooms immediately!" She screamed, already pushing Toby in the other direction, for an old woman, she really had some fierce strength in her.

Din ignored her, turning to his friends.

"Go back to your room,” He said, and for some reason his eyes were already wet, he was sure he knew something that they didn't. “Get back to your rooms, get dressed and then meet me in the lunch room. I'll go talk to Mrs. Tepes and get to the bottom of this. I think I know what’s going on, I have to go try and fix this."

“What? What are you talking about?” Colin asked, half looking at Kafka who was still pushing Toby away.

Din looked at them. “Just go, please.” Colin and Toby nodded and with one final glance at the bottom of the stairs they ran back to where they came from with Ms. Kafka screaming at Din to get back up when she saw to her horror him using his friend’s escape to run down the steps.

 

 
                                                                     ---

The morning came a little too quickly that day to Morgan's opinion. He woke up in his bed with a slight headache and absolutely no memory of how he got there.

The last thing he remembered was saying good night to Din and then going upstairs, how he entered his room or how he ended up lying on his back in his bed, staring at the ceiling was way beyond him.

‘I am never smoking pot with Din again’. He decided, smiling to himself knowing that he would break that vow
as soon as he gets the chance.

Morgan stretched in his bed ,dragging himself up and out, letting his feet touch the expectedly cold floor and lifting his head up to look at the clock besides Casey bed.

'Six thirty am, way too early.'

He thought to himself. ’Hmm…the floor is not cold…’ He looked down. ‘I guess it means that it’s already summer.’ He stretched again, this time sitting back down on the bed. ‘Maybe I should go back to sleep?’ He cracked his head to the side, he felt weird, out of place.

'Why don't I feel tired?'

Morgan wondered, glancing at Casey's empty bed. ‘What the…” He got up from the bed and walked over to his sister’s.

'Well, that never happened before…She woke up before I did and didn't even try to wake me up.' His thoughts ran amok. ‘Casey never got up before he did, and what was with that made up bed? It looked like no one had slept in it that night, that wasn't possible, was it?’

“What’s going on here?”

Morgan asked himself, noticing that he was still dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before, and weirder yet, standing on the other side of the room now, looking at Casey’s obviously moved bed.

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