The squeaky noise of my shoe and the noise of my breath echoed along the long, dim hall. Drops of sweat fell from the tip of my blonde, shaggy, long hair. Sliding down my nose like a drop of water falling in a water fall, the drops fell in front of me forming a paddle in the middle of the check tiled, dust hall ground.
My paralyzed lips turning pale, fingers stiffed and body not being able to move. Forcefully I turned my self towards the beam of sunlight and staring upon the cobweb covered chandelier.
The minute I stared at the swinging curtains a pale-white faced, short girl with dark eyes and long black hair passed through me at the speed of lightning. She vanished within seconds and looked unhappy. She went towards the offices. I saw her entering Mrs. Boole's office. I ran into the room and saw the chairs moving. I pushed myself back towards the door to escape but the door shut and locked up.
The taste of death, smell of dead rats and the feeling of fear flew through my soul like cold breeze fondling through my skin. I start panting, felt scared and got dizzy. I got unconscious and fainted.
The next thing I see is my parents standing on my head when I wake up and I bathing in sweat. Questioning my self , "was it a