"She said, 'I have a horrible story, sir. I tried the best I could to help them, but I couldn't, because I am only a girl.' That was her words before her tale began. 'I shall start from the beginning; My name is Maryse Lynn Carelton, and I was on my way back from school, and I was quite grieving, because one of my best friends, Alice, had disappeared, just like many other children from my school. Along with the children from everywhere in the town. They said she was just having dinner that night, and in the morning she wasn't in bed, her mattress a mess. I had many missing friends; Ian, Violet, and many more. I thought I would not see them again. But I was deeply mistaken.'"
Jason raised his hand. "Yes, Jace?" Amber nodded at his screen. "What is it?"
"The girl's name," he told her. "Carelton. Sounds familiar. Do you know why?"
Now that Jason mentioned it, the name did sound familiar. And he pronounced it perfectly. There was something nagging about the name, but Amber brushed it off, deciding she must've read it somewhere before. "Anyway, where were we?"
"The interesting part, I hope." Greg said, toying with a screwdriver.
"Where did you get that thing?" Jason questioned.
Amber snapped her fingers. "Aye, focus guys. Anyway, continuing starts now." Amber scrolled down the page before reading. "Maryse said, 'One night, I was outside my house, when I felt a sharp pain in my neck, before the world went black. And as I woke up, I was -" As she scrolled down the page, she nearly fell out of her seat.
"What? What?" Greg dropped his screwdriver and scrambled to sit straighter. "What is it?"
"Goddangit, Amber! What is it?" Jason told her.
"Open the website yourselves! Then you would know and I could feel more comfortable reading it with other people."Amber quickly typed on her keyboard and sent them both the link. "Open it an we could continue."
They boys clicked on the link and opened the website. The title of the page was entitled 'History of the Filii Clauditis Asylum, a Child's Worst Nightmare'.
"Waaaaait......" Greg muttered as he scrolled the website. And was greeted by a rather disturbing picture. It was in monochromatic colors, but it was quite detailed. It was a illustration of a large room, filled with children. Some were wearing tattered clothing, some in hospital robes, some in straight-jackets. There were children from eight years old to fourteen years old. Most of them were huddled near the walls, hugging each other and crying, some were kicking and punching uselessly at the walls, some were laid out on the floor in the corners, lying motionlessly. But the worst part was the fact that these children looked severely injured. Some were wrapped in bandages, some were covered in scratches, some had bloodstains on their clothing. Some where laid on the floor, lifeless.
"OH MY GOD!" Greg howled. Jason had gotten off his seat and was pacing his room, saying 'nope' repeatedly.
"I know right?!" Amber asked them. "This is messed up!"
"What did they do there? And what's with all the kids?" Jason rambled.
"And it's creepier that most of the kids are OUR age!" Greg pointed out.
"Okay! Let's um, continue and, um, read together...?" Amber suggested.
"YES." the boys answered in unison.
"Anyway, um, where were we? Right. 'Bla bla bla, when I woke up, I was in a rocking carriage. And I wasn't alone. Children were around me also, and they all wore the same look on their faces; fear. They were all about the same age, around twelve to fourteen mostly. Somewhere hugging each other, others were unconscious. I didn't dare use my voice, I was too scared.' Oh, I couldn't tell she was scared."
"And I wouldn't judge any of them for being scared." Jason mumbled. "I'll continue. So, 'After what seemed like hours, maybe more, the carriage stopped. The doors opened and several men roughly dragged us out. We were at a low white building, with no visible windows or doors. We were let to a hidden door behind the building, and we were ordered to climb down. At the bottom, we walked through a many twisting and dark corridors. At the end, we reached a pair of large door lined with bars. The men opened the door and pushed us in, locking the door."
Greg scrolled through the article, reading along. "My turn? Kay. 'Inside, I nearly screamed. I was in a large room, and children were scattered everywhere. They were all sobbing and hugging each other. But what scared me was the fact they were all in tatters and dark stains covered the walls and themselves. It smelled outrages, too. But I smelled something that sent chills down my spine; blood. Both dry and fresh. Another thing I noticed was the children near the wall. Their wrists were tied to the wall, and the had collars on their necks. And then I saw them; my missing friends."
"Oh, God." Amber muttered. "That's harsh."
"I know, right?" Jason agreed. "Go on, Greg."
"Alright, anyway -" Someone called Greg's name from beyond his computer screen. "Okay, mom! Sorry guys, I gotta go. Family business. Later." And then his screen went black.
Jason checked his watch. "Yeah, I gotta go too. I have math lesson in fifteen minutes. See ya, Amber." He turned off his screen as well, leaving Amber alone.
She continued to scroll through the long website. "See ya guys. I've got some reading to do."
But before she could read anything, her father entered her room. "Amber, have you done your homework?"
Amber groaned. "Daaaad, it's the weekend! I have free time."
He ruffled her hair and left the room, laughing at himself. Amber grumbled and fixed her hair. "DAD!"
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HEY EVERYONE, I'M BACK. AGAIN, SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE, I HAD A LOT OF SCHOOL STUFF TO DO AND I WAS BEING SUPER LAZY. BUT FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS OR SO I MIGHT BE OFFLINE. I'M GOING ON A ROAD TRIP. BUT ANOTHER THING WHY THIS TOOK SO LONG BECAUSE I LOST INSPIRATION. SO DO ME A FAVOR, COMMENT DOWN BELOW IDEAS FOR THE NEXT PART. I'LL READ THEM ALL AND PIECE TOGETHER THE UNLUCKY DAY AT SCHOOL! - PART 4. THANKS A BUNCH! SEE YA NEXT TIME, Y'ALL!
BOOOOOI!!!!
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WHO LET TEMMIE HERE?!
"Anyway, um, where were we? Right. 'Bla bla bla, when I woke up, I was in a rocking carriage. And I wasn't alone. Children were around me also, and they all wore the same look on their faces; fear. They were all about the same age, around twelve to fourteen mostly. Somewhere hugging each other, others were unconscious. I didn't dare use my voice, I was too scared.' Oh, I couldn't tell she was scared."
"And I wouldn't judge any of them for being scared." Jason mumbled. "I'll continue. So, 'After what seemed like hours, maybe more, the carriage stopped. The doors opened and several men roughly dragged us out. We were at a low white building, with no visible windows or doors. We were let to a hidden door behind the building, and we were ordered to climb down. At the bottom, we walked through a many twisting and dark corridors. At the end, we reached a pair of large door lined with bars. The men opened the door and pushed us in, locking the door."
Greg scrolled through the article, reading along. "My turn? Kay. 'Inside, I nearly screamed. I was in a large room, and children were scattered everywhere. They were all sobbing and hugging each other. But what scared me was the fact they were all in tatters and dark stains covered the walls and themselves. It smelled outrages, too. But I smelled something that sent chills down my spine; blood. Both dry and fresh. Another thing I noticed was the children near the wall. Their wrists were tied to the wall, and the had collars on their necks. And then I saw them; my missing friends."
"Oh, God." Amber muttered. "That's harsh."
"I know, right?" Jason agreed. "Go on, Greg."
"Alright, anyway -" Someone called Greg's name from beyond his computer screen. "Okay, mom! Sorry guys, I gotta go. Family business. Later." And then his screen went black.
Jason checked his watch. "Yeah, I gotta go too. I have math lesson in fifteen minutes. See ya, Amber." He turned off his screen as well, leaving Amber alone.
She continued to scroll through the long website. "See ya guys. I've got some reading to do."
But before she could read anything, her father entered her room. "Amber, have you done your homework?"
Amber groaned. "Daaaad, it's the weekend! I have free time."
He ruffled her hair and left the room, laughing at himself. Amber grumbled and fixed her hair. "DAD!"
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HEY EVERYONE, I'M BACK. AGAIN, SORRY FOR THE LONG UPDATE, I HAD A LOT OF SCHOOL STUFF TO DO AND I WAS BEING SUPER LAZY. BUT FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS OR SO I MIGHT BE OFFLINE. I'M GOING ON A ROAD TRIP. BUT ANOTHER THING WHY THIS TOOK SO LONG BECAUSE I LOST INSPIRATION. SO DO ME A FAVOR, COMMENT DOWN BELOW IDEAS FOR THE NEXT PART. I'LL READ THEM ALL AND PIECE TOGETHER THE UNLUCKY DAY AT SCHOOL! - PART 4. THANKS A BUNCH! SEE YA NEXT TIME, Y'ALL!
BOOOOOI!!!!
...
WHO LET TEMMIE HERE?!
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