Academy of charms

Clanging and screaming raked across the walls. The cold, unwelcoming room concealed the small girl beneath a marble white table; now stained with crimson red droplets. Gut-curdling sounds erupted once more as the shing of a welding scratched at the girls ears. Rory drew back in fear, her eyes clenched tightly shut. Her small delicate hands covering her ears, desperately to keep away the eerie noise. The ear-bleeding screams that filled the air every few seconds embedded into her mind. Blood-chilling screams barely sheathed the clanging of sharp metal that broke out, continuing for what felt like forever. Finally gathering the courage, her tiny head flicked around slowly to see through the c***k in the table cloths. Corpses! Scattering the floor until it was a river of bodies. Both human-like and terrifying lumps. Hailing heavy footsteps and creaking of footsteps thundered closer before coming to a squeaky halt. The once delicate material that decorated the table was ripped from view and her concealment shattered against the concrete wall as a chilling scream cursed out of the little girls mouth. "Gotcha Vyvolenyl!" Lurched the eerie voice. It's claws flew towards the girls neck, trapping her within it's grip. Piercing the skin with it's sharp, tarnished nails as a spine-chilling screech filed the room.