I don’t know why it happened, and I no longer remember exactly when it happened. The worst of all is that now all those memories are useless: nothing really matters now.
I only know that, after that day, everything changed.
I was a normal back then. Everything was normal: I had a quite pretty girlfriend, an active social life, loyal friends… you know, the works. Everything was how it was supposed to be when one has that age.
And my girlfriend… beautiful as only she could be.
But that day…
It was a normal school day like any other. On the usual twenty minute break between classes, I waited for my girl on a particular table in the school’s yard like I always did, but she never arrived. “Well,” I thought. “Most surely, one of the teachers is scolding her again or something like that.”
It was something unusual, but it had already happen a couple of times before, so I didn’t give it too much thought and ate alone. Then, the day continued as normal.
At the end of the classes, I went to the school’s main gate to wait for her like I normally did. Since I wanted to be sure to see her at least once that day, I was the first to arrive from all the students.
She never came out.
Fifteen minutes… thirty minutes… one hour. I waited for more than an hour; already a lot of time after the last student went away.
It couldn’t be possible. I had already said hello to her in the morning.
I decided to look for her. I didn’t have anything better to do anyway.
The school was pretty big itself. It consisted of five buildings, three floors each, each floor with a long line of nine or sometimes even 10 rooms. One could get lost pretty easily there.
I went from room to room, from floor to floor…
It was until that moment that I realized the school had a very strange and sinister atmosphere on its walls… I don’t know, it was like if somebody was walking behind you, spying you the whole time, but when you turn back to see who’s back, nobody’s there.
I don’t believe in ghost, neither back then or now, but at that moment, I felt very strange stuff.
When somebody is alone in this type of big places, that somebody turns into nervous wreckage.
After almost an hour of searching tirelessly in the whole place, I got to the very last classroom in the very last building that I had decided to check, and the room looked very weird from outside: its corridor windows were painted red. Such was the color’s strength, that I couldn’t see a single thing trough them.
I entered the classroom.
And now I wish I never did, ever.
The paint I mentioned before, the one I saw in the window… well, it wasn’t paint.
It was… blood…
All the room… ALL OF IT…
IT WAS ALL COVERED IN BLOOD!
“OH MY GOD!”
I tried to go back… to get out of there. But the door was jammed. I couldn’t understand: the lock was on my side of the door, but I couldn’t move it: it was as if it had moved when the door closed behind me, and now was stuck.
I screamed and hit the door. I tried it all… but nothing. A putrid smell was quickly filling my lungs. I was scared.
I turned around to see the room, freaked out.
THUD!
And as soon as I turned, “something” fell from the floor, making a strange, wet sound when it landed.
It was a human hand.
My brain twisted and my stomach went upside-down.
I almost had a heart attack.
Challenging all my thought and sensations, I walked deeper into the room, the ceiling’s blood dripping and falling into my clothes, every step I took being muted by the red liquid in the floor.
“What the hell happened here?!”
Desks… the chalkboard… by the love of god, EVERYTHING WAS COVERED IN BLOOD!
I didn’t dare to touch a thing, only to see the macabre panorama.
The smell of blood and metal refused to leave my nostrils… it was a disgusting smell.
The blood from the ceiling wouldn’t stop falling over my clothes and hair, while it kept moving and falling in the walls.
“Oh God, please God, don’t let me die here, don’t let me --“
Then I saw her. Mi girl, she was there, as pretty as always.
But I hadn’t seen well… it wasn’t her completely…
It was only her head…
Her body…
“HER BODY ISN’T HERE!”
It was until that instant that I understood all.
All this moment, in what I’ve been soaked in, what I’ve seen, stepped on and smelled was…
“…”
“…”
“…”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!”
I ran. I screamed. I slipped and stained all my clothes even more of that red liquid. I crashed with the door and I remember I kicked it so hard that my whole leg went numb. But I didn’t care; I just wanted to open that door and to run away. I didn’t care about my leg and kept running.
Panic itself took over me completely. The image of that room just wouldn’t get out of my mind, and I just wanted to get as far from there as fast as possible.
I don’t remember that well what happened later, but I think I jumped every single stair from all the floors in one leap, in a bad fall I hit my back pretty badly, and then I run to my house without stopping, not even to get some air.
My house wasn’t anywhere NEAR the school, but at that moment it was the last thing I cared about.
I arrived at my home almost passing out of all the effort I had put in running to it, my heart beating faster than ever. I went immediately to my room.
I took my clothes off and I threw them. They fell in the laundry basket by mere coincidence.
Then, I just blocked.
That red room… that damned room… I was never able to pull that picture from my mind.
Hours passed, I don’t know how many. I stood there by myself, alone, hugging my own legs, in a dark corner of my room for several hours.
After some time, I grabbed my cell phone which was in a nearby table. At that moment, there wasn’t… there simply wasn’t any possible way for me to stay calm and stop crying and trembling, but the best idea I got to calm my own nerves was to call the police. I called and told them there was been a grotesque murder in my school.
As soon as they asked my name, I hung up. It was by mere luck that my cell phone wasn’t mine and that I had just found it lying in the floor one day: even if they tracked it, they would never know it was me who made the call.
The fact I called the police calmed me a little bit, plus it gave some peace and tranquility to my brain and soul.
I was finally able to stop crying and I dared to go out of my room to take a bath.
Although it’s a little bit too much, the rest of the day went out like any other. I could never really stop shaking nor did I give much attention to the TV. It was so bad I even missed the news, were I was almost sure that there were going to show something related to my school. I didn’t think too much about anything except calming my own nerves.
But I never suspected that this was going to be the last time that something made sense, even if in a very small way, in my life.
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