Prince of Darkness 8
8
READ PART 7After a frightening and stressful night, I woke up and got ready for school. I made my breakfast, took my bag, and started moving out.
Then suddenly, mom said, "Good luck!"
This gave me a bad feeling.
I took my bike and started moving. I then stopped at our favorite site, the tower. I remembered that horrible scene when crows attacked us. I looked around—no sign of those crows.
I took a sigh and started paddling again. It was all, like, normal. There was no evil, ordinary people, usual places, everything, healthy.
It was good to see that. I finally reached the school, saw Peter waiting for me.
"She's absent today also," he said.
"Who?" I asked.
"Jennifer! You idiot," he said.
"What? Why?" I asked, "She never got absent without telling us!"
He nodded.
Well, this was not good. I really wanted to talk to her. Maybe she had any idea about what happened to us that day.
The class was already started, so we rushed to our classroom.
"You are late, students." The teacher said, "Well, sit on your benches."
We sat on our desks.
It was a biology class—my favorite. I'd never bunked any of my biology classes. But, this time, I was like… It seemed like he was speaking another language. I didn't understand a word. Or perhaps, I didn't listen to any. Because I was just thinking about what happened in that house. I was still figuring out whose voice that could be.
Someone may be my enemy, but I don't have any.
Any prankster? But he must have shown up after scaring us.
A ghost? Nah, they don't exist.
I still had a doubt that Peter was fooling me. But he couldn't act so natural, not obviously for such alone time.
It was a lunch break. I was sitting on my desk. Peter came to me.
"You do not have your lunch…" he said, "Can I ask the reason?
"Are you sure you're not kidding me?" I said, "Well if you do, I know you're doing."
"Dude! Are you serious?" he said "I already told you, I'm not fooling you! You want proof, huh?"
"Well, no…I trust you…sort of…" I said, hesitatingly, "Okay, show me the proof."
He showed me his neck. There were marks of fingers that someone grabbed his throat.
"I didn't make these with a pencil…" he said.
"Okay, okay, I trust you," I said.
"Yeah, now you do." he replied, "Wait, let me bring my lunch."
He went to bring his lunch. But, then I saw Valerie, a classmate of mine, coming towards me. She looked curious as to if she wanted to ask something, or perhaps, she knew something.
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