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The hallway of the newly built school was dark, as it was lights out for most of the students there. Everyone snuggled in their beds, warm and safe right? Well rumors had spread that there were dark, deadly and horrible secrets in New Hope’s peak, but they were just rumors right? Tall tales students have been telling each other for who knows how long now, at least since the school opened. Most of the staff didn’t listen to the ‘fairy tales’ the students told each other, and those that did often had a look of ‘how adorable’. The only ones who somewhat took the fables seriously where the ones that attended the original incarnation of the school they now ran, and even they did not believe them fully.
Enter the hapless janitor cleaning the school. The fellow just wanted to get the parking lot outside clean last before going home to rest in his small but cozy apartment when he saw headlights. Lights that shone bright and brash, like the motorcycles and cars that often held those features in the past and even now. He brushed it off as dumb kids or even a few of the less responsible teachers in the school having some late night fun. It did get rather dull around here, far from a city or even a town; so trouble was to be expected now and then. The janitor just went back to sweeping up the parking lot and picking up any trash carelessly left or had been blown in by the wind.
An hour passed, the janitor was almost done when once again the flash of headlights. It was 4 am, even the most rowdy were asleep at this point! “HEY! WHO’S THERE!?” The man called, only greeted by silence and the sound of the cicadas singing. The janitor shrugged and went to wash the windows before heading home. As soon as his back was turned, the light shone around him like a spotlight before a revving of a very loud, very powerful bike was heard. The janitor turned around only to be met with the light blinding him before…..
The next morning there were only skid marks near the one washed window. His neighbors were called but he never returned home as far as they knew. They didn’t smell his rice and meat cooking like they always did in the morning, nor his tea. There was no body to be found anywhere nearby either, just the skid marks of a reckless trespasser.
The students whispered to each other as if they knew the truth. “He got the janitor last night…” “Good as dead, just like everyone else out there….” “Why bother with the parking lot, everyone dies there eventually….” “Bet they’re gonna cover it up like last time….” The voices whispered…
In his office that night, the lights of a motorcycle filled the office of a frazzled headmaster, as if to say ‘you can never escape…’
End chapter 1