My Loosing Game

Detention with the 'Monster'

His office door was a bit open, and he was sitting inside near the window, reading a book.

The school day had gone on for a long time, and the warm evening sun made everything look golden. His flawless skin shimmered in the light, and his silky hair waved due to a soft breeze from the window.

For a quick moment, he looked almost like an angel from heaven, so peaceful and glowing.

He had this calm and glowing vibe about him that was hard to miss.

However, my dreamy thoughts shattered when he snapped, "I don't have time to waste, Miss Liyora. What are you doing standing there?"

His harsh words jolted me back to reality, dispelling illusions I have entertained.

Mr. Matthew was no angel; he seemed more like a demon or monster.

"Come in and organize the books in the box, on the shelf, make sure all books are arranged in alphabetical order. This is your detention task for today."

I noticed a large box with over 100 books inside. It looked like it would take at least 3 hours to arrange them alphabetically on the shelf.

My shift at the café was starting in one hour, and I was unsure of what to do. Would this monster understand if I explained my situation?

Summoning my courage, I said,

"Professor, my part-time job begins at 7 pm. Would it be okay if I organized half of the books today and the rest tomorrow?"

"Okay, but remember, only you can touch that box. You're the one who needs to finish this task."

I was surprised. How come he agreed so easily? Maybe he also wanted to go home early, so maybe he agreed for his own benefit.

"Okay, Professor. Thanks a lot for understanding." With that, I began my detention task, and he went back to reading his book.

Almost half of my books were arranged. I looked at the time, it was about seven o'clock. I have to leave now.

I quickly wrapped my things and got up. I saw Mr. Matthew was still reading the book.

I got up from my seat and looked at the professor.

"Professor," I said, catching his attention as he momentarily took his eyes off the book.

"I need to leave now. I've sorted through almost half of the books, and I'll come back tomorrow to finish the rest."

"Okay," he replied, checking the time on his watch.

I grabbed my bag and left Mr. Mathews' cabin, knowing I still had work to do the next day.

As it turned seven in the evening, darkness crept into Mary Hills High School, covering the empty corridors with shadows. Some lights were on, but they only made the dark corners look scarier. The school felt spooky and gave me chills.

I realized the potential of this haunting atmosphere for shooting horror films. someone needs to inform Filmmaker that Mary Hills High School is the perfect setting for capturing chilling scenes that will send shivers down viewers' spines.

I remembered what Christina had said about the school being haunted by the spirits of six students who had taken their own lives here. Every creak and flicker seemed to remind me of their presence.

Feeling scared, I hurried through the halls, feeling like something was watching me. I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread, as if something sinister was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike.

Even though I don't believe in ghosts, I'm still scared of the dark. When it's dark, you can't see well, and anything could surprise you. As I walked down the long, eerie school corridor, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

Suddenly, I heard chilling voices echoing around me. I spun around, looking for the source, but there was no one there except me. It made my heart race and sent shivers down my spine.

I stopped walking, because I realized the creepy noise I'd heard was now coming from in front of me, and it was getting closer by the second.

I didn't have a clue who or what was making those unsettling sounds. All I knew was I had to get out of there, fast. So, without a second thought, I spun around and ran away as fast as I could.

My mind was a blur as I ran, not daring to look back. Suddenly, out of nowhere, I crashed into Mr. Mathew, who was locking up his cabin and just leaving his office.

"Miss Liyora," Mr. Matthew's voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Pay attention, please. USE YOUR EYES and see where you're going."

"Professor, it's just... that... voice..." I stumbled over my words, uncertainty clawing at my throat.

"I am not able to understand anything.

First, take a breath and speak in such a way that I can understand something,"

he advised, his tone patient but firm.

Struggling to articulate my thoughts, I sucked in a deep breath. "I heard a strange sound, but there was no one there,"

I managed to blurt out, addressing Mr. Matthew in a rush.

"What kind of sound was it? And where did you hear it?" the professor inquired, his concern is palpable.

"In the corridor," I replied, a shiver running down my spine.

"Let's go and check it out." he said

"No, instead of exploring that, can we focus on getting out of this haunted school?" I insisted.

"We must face our fears and not run from them. If you keep avoiding them,

they'll never stop haunting you.

By facing them head-on, they'll realize you're not scared of them,

and they'll stop chasing you,"

Mr. Matthew said while walking towards school corridor. but I didn't understand any Shitt of it.

I made sure to stick with mr. Matthew while walking behind him.

that creepy sound lingering like a haunting echo.

Now, both of us started walking toward the school corridor, that creepy sound lingering behind us like a haunting echo.

"This is the voice" I whispered, barely audible.

"Okay, now we will find out where this sound is coming from,"

Mr. Matthew replied calmly, his voice a reassuring anchor in the midst of my growing unease.

"No, Professor , we need to be ready. What if whoever it is, is dangerous?"

I insisted, my nerves on edge, my mind racing with alarming possibilities.

"Just a moment, please," I requested, needing a brief pause to steady my trembling hands.

Reaching for the fire extinguisher strapped to the wall, I gripped it tightly,

ready to defend myself if needed, my determination overriding my fear.

The professor looked at me with a puzzled expression, his confusion mirrored in his furrowed brow.

Despite the fear eating me at my insides, Mr. Mathew maintained a calm posture.

With a deep breath, I followed his lead into the corridor, each step echoing loudly in the silence, my heart hammering against my ribs with every beat, a relentless reminder of what lay ahead.