《°•.Haunting of the High School.•°》Chapter 4: The Final One
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TW: Death
Maddie's POV:
Finally, I had him where I wanted him. I'll make sure he gets what he deserves. I said to him "I've got you now Jacob! I'll finally make you pay for what you did to me back in 1968! I'll make sure it hurts!" I shouted as I flew past him and into the kitchen area, before flying back out with a large butchers knife. I flew towards him and slammed him down on the table.
Henry's POV:
I got slammed into the Café and then thrown onto one of the tables. I then saw a butchers knife come towards me in a quick movement, I couldn't move at all. My vision was going black slowly, but before I couldn't see..I saw a strange ghost like figure..my vision then faded to black and I felt a horrible pain.
Maddie's POV:
I came towards him with the knife in my hand, and I jabbed it into his chest! His screams sounded like music to me as I continuously stabbed the knife into him. His screams started to die down and I took the last swing of the knife that would kill him. I knew it wasn't enough so I decided to get a little creative with Jacob's body...
I wanted to keep exploring, but Henry turned and left. It wasn't even 20 minutes before I heard a loud scream come from the cafe and I didn't even hesitate to start running as fast as I could. I knew Henry was in trouble, and I had gotten there to late..Henry laid on the Café table..there was multiple stab wounds and his bloody body laid lifeless on the dusty table. I looked at him closer, I noticed his once were bright blue beautiful eyes turned into grey lifeless eyes. I looked around the Café, until I noticed something was written on the wall..it was a terrifying sentence I'll never forget. On the wall, it had said "Got you now! That's what you get for what you did in 1968!" but the worse part was that it was made from Henry's insides..his organs and blood were on the wall in that horrible sentence.. without thinking I ran. I opened the doors and left the school, I was stopped by a spirit floating outside the school. She was beautiful..her hazel eyes shimmered as her short red and black hair glowed.
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Maddie's POV:
Finally, I was free. I didn't have to suffer in that school anymore, I went outside and stood in the parking lot. The last person, the one they called Ace, ran out. I smiled as I said gracefully "Hello, I'm Madison. I was a trapped spirit that had gotten killed in the shooting of Oak Hills High in 1968. I wanted to get revenge on my killer, Jacob. But now I can finally be free, my soul is going into the afterlife I wanted for all this time. Thank you, Ace." I said as my soul started to venture upwards into the bright and beautiful heavens above.
The spirit known as "Maddie" went up and I never saw saw her again..my eyes opened as I squinted them, my white padded room all around me. The memories and endless nightmares of what happened on Hallows Eve echo in my mind.
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