Special Thanks to @-WritersPen- for inspiring me to finally share this story! WARNING! MILD HORROR PROCEED WITH CAUTION This is the story. -Stranger Things- A story of mystery and fiction By @lily543231L Part 1: Strange Mysteries Arise It was the middle of the school year, and things seemed normal as usual. It was the morning and we were learning about math. Boring. I already know stuff 3 grades ahead of mine. Do I need to know more? My goodness this school is a waste of time! It's 10:07 AM. 6 more hours of school. Just as the teacher was about to ask me a question the lights flashed. It seemed as though the world just went dark, or I blinked. Whatever happened doesn't matter. What happened afterwards did. The student right beside me was lying on the floor, Dead. Or so it seemed. There were no signs of a murder. Just a person lying on the floor. No knife marks, no BULLET marks. How do I know she’s dead? Well, Her heart wasn’t beating, and she wasn’t breathing. I hoped I was imagining things. Suddenly, the school went into lockdown mode. “LOCKDOWN, LOCKDOWN, LOCKDOWN” said the principal through the announcements, as the sirens were blaring all over the school. We quickly hid in the corner of the class as the teacher locked every exit, window, or hole. This definitely wasn’t a drill. 5 hours later, as the coast was finally clear, we could go home. Now you might be wondering, how did I manage to survive 5 hours sitting in a corner squished by a bunch of people, or 25 to be exact. The truth is, I’m not sure. I had a book with me for emergencies like this and I guess I'm used to having no food or water. As soon as I went back home I called the parents of the girl who was lying on the floor. I asked them if their daughter is okay, then the mother replied this: “You mean Karen? She’s perfectly fine! In fact, she came home earlier than usual! Why do you ask?” I replied, “Oh nothing, I just had a hunch.” Then I hung up the phone and thought. How weird was this! The next day I was slightly hesitant to go to school, but I did so anyway. It was again a normal day as usual, and again we learned math. UGH. At precisely 10:07 AM, the lights flashed again this time revealing a message: You’re Next! I was so scared I couldn’t go to school. I’m going to die. A month later, after constant hyperactiveness, paranoia, and staying away from school, I finally got the courage to go back to school. It was the same routine as last time. Again at 10:07 AM the lights flashed. I suddenly felt afloat, as if drifting in a dream. The same feeling you get from bungee jumping off a plane, but much more subtle. I was slowly feeling disconnected from the outside world, my surroundings fading, senses disappearing, memories going from good to bad to gone. I was dying. It felt like it. After all this trauma I woke up only to find my surrounding pitch black except for a tiny light, or a speck. Your choice. I walked toward it slowly, first walking to jogging to running, as if being pulled in by gravity from a black hole. Now you may be thinking, how do you remember all of this only to write it down? Didn’t you die? Well, keep reading until the end to find out. As I was saying…. After a while, I also realized I was disconnecting from space and time. It was such a long journey, I had no idea what was in store. A monster waiting to devour my soul? Maybe. As the speck of light was getting closer, I started to regain my senses. I could once again hear, smell, touch, and taste. As the speck of light was about the size of a basketball, although relatively far away, I started regaining my memory. All of my memories, from birth to present, were all appearing as mini videos on the side, kind of like that one clip in movies that show a character's friendship with another and their shared memories. The closer and closer I moved towards that light, the more I felt human again. When I finally reached the light, a journey that probably took hours, not to mention days, was finally complete. At the end it wasn’t just a light. It was a book. Not any book, a journal. Not any journal, a journal that writes down what happens on its own. I grabbed it, and then I was immediately transported back to the normal world in a flash of blinding light. But this isn’t the end. This was only the beginning to something much more sinister.
