The Fog rolled in thicker than usual that morning, curling around the tall gates of academy like it had a mind of it's own . Even the sun seems reluctant to rise, casting only a pale gray over the buildings. it was the kind of morning that made people talk in hushed tones, clutching their jacket tighter without knowing why.
Gabriel walked the hallway, his shoe echoing the school is unusually quite as he walked towards his locker , he stopped in front of his locker as his heart was beating fast when he opened it.
Another Note.
This one different, torn from an older book , the paper yellowed and stained . The words written in jagged ink: You're looking to closely, some truth's should stay buried.
The footage. He pulled out his phone , opened the camera app, clicked the live feed. Static. glitched frames. A warped image of his own face staring back , melting at the edges. He yanked the locker and shoved the note in his pocket.
Down the hallway chaos had begun to stir. A teacher screamed footsteps thundered. Teacher's and students rushed towards the source -- Mr Richard , the discipline master , lay collapsed on the staff bathroom , his eyes were opened, his mouth twitched , as if trying to say something, but nothing came out.
They said he suffered a seizure. But the school nurse looked shaken , she kept whispering "His eye's ..... They were all black".
By lunch, the news have spread like wildfire . Whisper's filled the hall's, for the first time in years , the school felt more like a hunted mansion than a place of learning .
But the day wasn't done.
In the evening after the students were long gone. The janitor --- the old black women Gemma had passed the day before --- was found dead.
Her body was found in the maintenance closet, curled in a fatal position. Her eyes were closed , but her face was twisted in terror. Symbols were drawn in red around her --- not paint. Blood. Carefully painted, almost reverant.
They were no fingerprints. No camera footage. No forced entry.
Only a single sentence written at the wall above her, in a strange language.
"Silentium est mors"
That night zoë tossed and turned in bed, sheeta tangled around her legs . She hadn't been able to eat all day . Her mind kept flashing back to gemma stare, that terrifying blankness that held to much.
In her dreams she was back in the chamber.
The candles has returned . The antlered figure stood still in the center of the circle, whispering.
"She's awake, she's waiting"
Zoë woke up gasping, clutching her chest. Her room was dark, too dark. Even with the streetlights outside , her room should've had at least a faint glow -- but they was nothing. Complete blackness.
She fumbled on her phone. It wouldn't turn on. The screen remained dead.
Then she heard it -- the creak of the floorboard just outside her room.
She held her breath.
Silence.
Then, a whisper -- so faint she thought it might had been her imagination :
"You saw too much"
Zoë rushed to turn on her lamp. When the light flicked on , no one was there. But on her window , written in the condestion.
"Noli oblivisci"
That's latin she learnt latin two year's ago, it meant " don't forget"
It was so creepy she screamed running towards her parents room.
The next morning the school was so cold , hushed voices was heard rumors has spread round the school the old janitor is dead.
As the twins stepped into the school, Liam approach gabriel first.
"Mrs martina is dead, gabriel the cops are over at the maintenance closet no trace of anything and there was a word written on the wall too, I don't know what that means....
"It's latin, Ryan interrupted, his gabriel friend too he barely speaks .
"What does it say, gabriel replied
"Silentium est mors ( Silence is death) , it's creepy.
He turned to look at gemma who was standing quietly by his side he doesn't know why.
"I should go see it myself, you coming with me gemma...
(She just looked at his friends then him and walked away)
"She's rude as hell, Liam said"
"Don't Play with me , gabriel glared at him as three all walked towards the maintenance closet.
"Gemma, Gemma, Gemma to the principal's office, Gemma in grade 10 to the principal's office.
Gabriel heard it, he hasn't gotten near the closet.
"Oh shit, he said as ran heading towards gemma.....