(DISCLAIMER THIS STORY IS REALLY FUCKING WEIRD) Hello, this is a story I wrote when I was 14 (excuse the outrageous amounts of grammar mistakes and run on sentences) I've added indents so it's more kind on the eyes to read (instead of a big blob of text, like it was originally) Besides that, this is 100% what it was when I turned it in (and yes I did not take the time to correct words and grammar) anyways, enjoy :') “Mom, where is my blue raincoat?” Claire asked. “I don’t know, check the laundry room” said Mrs. Allen. Claire hopped down the stairs in a rush and scurred to the laundry room. It was her first day at Lincoln Middle School and she didn’t want to be late. “Found it” yelled Claire, grabbing her jacket quickly. “Love you, pick me up at three ok?” “Yes sweetie, have a great day and make sure to buy something healthy for lunch” Mrs. Allen said, while watching Claire run out the front door. Claire quickly jumped onto the school bus, which had one empty seat left. She walked nervously to the back and plopped herself down next to another girl. “Hey” said Claire, hoping to find a new friend to talk to. “Do I know you?” said the girl, rolling her eyes and looking over to the window. “Not at all, I’m Claire, Claire Allen” said Claire, smiling. “I’m Teresa” said the girl, smiling back at Claire. The bus came to a stop and the kids quickly got off and walked to the entrance. Claire pulled out her map of the school, but couldn’t tell where anything was. She walked to the front office and politely rung the bell on the front desk. “Be right with you sweetie!” shouted a mature, middle aged women. Claire leaned up against the wall, thinking about what homework she forgot to do over the summer. “Hello there darling, what do you need help with? Classes? Location? Anything you need, I’m here to help you.” said Ms. Kristich, in a cheerful tone. “Location, particully Mr.Thompson English.” “Oh sweet cheeks, that would be right down that hallway.” Ms.K said, pointing to the 7th grade hallway. “Thanks” said Claire, bolting out of the office. *Brrinnngg* “Oh great” thought Claire, running into the classroom. “And you must be Claire, take a seat here.” said Mr.Thompson. As class was going on, Claire started to zone out. She couldn’t really make out the words Mr.Thompson was saying. She glanced up to the teacher, everything was blurry and spinning. The only words she could make out were “Don’t go into room 531.” She quickly snapped back into the reality when the bell rang into her ears. She hopped up out of her chair and started to walk to her next class. Claire walked to her locker, still thinking about room 531. What could it be? Why should I not go? What’s so bad about it? All those thoughts were running through Claire’s head. As she grabbed books from her locker, the person who had a locker next to her peeked over her shoulder. “Hey” said the boy. “Can I help you?” said Claire, trying to locate the next class on her school map. “Did you hear Mr.Thompson say “Don’t go into room 531? Or was that only me, maybe I’m crazy haha.” Claire quickly slammed her locker closed and turned to the boy “Dude I heard that too! I was just thinking like what is it. I kind of want to check it out.” “Ok good, I thought I was tripping out or something. Oh by the way, my name is Samuel.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Claire. So what’s up with room 531” said Claire, while walking with Samuel down the hallway. “I heard it’s haunted, like someone died down there.” “That’s seems kinda, cool” said Claire, laughing. Samuel stopped and whispered to Claire. “Do you want to check it out and just ditch class. I mean come on, it’s just school who cares.” Claire thought to herself and said. “Oh what the heck, of course I want to check it out. Want to go now?” “Yes, duh!” said Samuel, as they walked to the 8th Grade hallway. “Ok, so it says online that the Lincoln Middle School had a fire, back in 2005. The fire started in room 531, Mrs. Stunden’s Science Class. There was no explanation for the fire, but there was something written on the whiteboard. It read,” Samuel’s phone shut off. “Ugh, my phone died. Guess we just have to check it out ourselves.” “Ooo a surprise? This is going to be awesome” Claire said, laughing as they walked down the staircase. “I’m surprised that they still have classes down here, even with a “haunted room” like it would creep me out to teach down here” Said Samuel, in a nervous tone. “535,534,533,532,530? What” said Claire, looking up at Samuel. “Woah, this is getting creepy as heck, maybe we should go ask Mr.Thompson what he was talking about?” “Yea, sounds good” said Claire. They walked back up the staircase, and strutted into Mr.T’s classroom. “Hey Mr.T, you know how you mentioned earlier like “Don’t go into room 531? Well we couldn’t find it. We went down into the basement and everyth..” “Wait” said Mr.T, raising his voice. “You went down into the basement? The 8th Grade one? The basement that was covered up 11 years ago? Run. Run as far as you can from this school. They have chose you. Don’t stay here for any longer or they will take you back. What are you doing staring at me. Run!” screamed Mr.T, slamming his door on their faces. “We should probably run right?” “Uhh, yea.” Samuel and Claire ran as fast as they could out of the school. Thoughts were pouring into Claire’s mind, she couldn’t wrap her head around the thought of this school being messed up. She stopped after running for 5 minutes to catch her breath. “Samuel, I think we have ran far enough” said Claire as she lifted her head to look at Samuel. But where was Samuel? He wasn’t there. “Oh you gotta be kidding me” screamed Claire, running back to the school. It was too late, the school had vanished. Claire didn’t know what the heck was going on. She just wanted to be a normal school girl, living a normal school girl life. Claire ran back to her house, panting as she stumbled into her room. Her mom wasn’t home yet, but at this point Claire didn’t even know if she would ever show up. She quickly grabbed her laptop and searched up “Room 531.” There was only one site about Room 531. Before she could even start reading the article, Claire got sucked into her laptop. She kept falling and falling into this spiral of pictures of fires, dead children, and a classroom. Her mind was going crazy, was she even alive at this point? Claire fell onto a hard, wet surface. She quickly looked up, but it was pitch black with only a dim light in front of her. She stood up and limped towards the light, while dripping in dirty water. “Hello?” whispered Claire, scared out of her mind. “Anyone gonna answer me, because I’m pretty freaked out at the moment ok. Give me a break, I’m only 12 jeez” Claire found herself getting sassy while talking to no one. She started to laugh at how idiotic she sounded, but quickly got herself together. “Why must you be laughing?” said a faint, boy voice. “Oh? Are you someone or am I going crazy.” “No, I am someone. Oliver is my name, but I go by Oli.” “Hi Oli, can you tell me why the heck I am here?” “Yes I can, but what is your name?” “Claire, now please tell me. I have a friend to rescue.” said Claire. She walked up to a door, and opened it so quickly, that the doorknob fell off. “Wow, you are a very aggressive girl.” said Oli, standing in front of Claire. She looked up into his grey, diamond like eyes and zoned out. “Claire” said Oli, snapping Claire back into reality. “Oh sorry, just your eyes are so… perfect?” “Yes, I get that a lot” said Oli, chuckling. “Oh? Alot? So many girls fall into this wreck of a place and meet you?” “Well, yes.” “Wow, anyway can you tell me why I am here?” said Claire, getting a bit irritated. “You are here because you’ve been sent by Samuel.” “Samuel sent me here? To get him out of Room..” “Room 531, yes that room” said Oli, cutting off Claire. “Ok well what do I have to do?” said Claire. “Well, there is two ways you can save him. One, you can sacrifice your life for him and he can live his life without the trouble of 531. Lincoln Middle School won’t exist anymore if you choose option one. Two, you could not sacrifice your life, but be haunted by the children who died in room 531 for a month, but then carry on with your life.” Claire sat there, on the floor. She never realized she would be able to one, get haunted, or two, die. It was a hard decision. Without thinking though, she blurted out “One, I choose one.” Then quickly put her hands over her mouth. It was too late though, she rose from her body and stood next to Oli. She watched as Samuel lived on with his life, and as Lincoln Middle School burned to the ground. “Oli” asked Claire. “Yes?” “Why did this happen to me. Why me.” asked Claire. Oli looked over at her, “your mothe…...” *Brriiinnggg* Claire fell to the floor. She quickly realized that it had just had a nightmare. Claire sat up onto her bed and thought about what “Oli” had said in her nightmare. “Your mothe” were the last things she heard, before she woke up. She strutted to her mom’s room, and opened up the door. “Mom.” “Yes sweetie?” “Does “531” bring anything to mind when you hear it?” “Oh, sweetie come sit here.” Claire sat next to her mom, curious to what she had to say. “Well when you were a little baby, you had two other brothers. They both shared a birthday, August 6th. When they were five, and you were one, they both died. It was the date of December 12th, they were at school. It was so tragic, the class was set on fire by a science experiment gone wrong.” said Mrs. Allen, starting to cry. “But mom, how does the number “531” have to do with any of this?” asked Claire, reminded of what Samuel read online in her nightmare.“Well, 531 was the classroom where your brothers Samuel and Oliver died.”
