Sandra Peters 3/31/22 11:20
I walk through the hallways, bright lights blinding me. I’ve walked so long that I can’t feel my feet. I haven’t seen a single person for three days. I don’t even know where I’m going anymore. Every so often I hear a bell ring and children talking, but there’s no one here. I’m alone. In a cold hallway. I run into enough water stations to keep me going, but I’m running out of food from my lunch box. I won’t even think about stopping though. If I stop, they’ll find me. This was supposed to be a quick errand. A quick errand to room 308.
Mr. Brooks 3/31/22 11:20 am
I swear on my grave that I have no idea where Sandra is. I sent her to room 308. I meant to say 408 but she was already gone. No one can find her and everyone thinks it’s my fault. I can’t sleep at night with all the guilt beating down on my shoulders. Sandra’s mom, Mrs. Peters, keeps asking me if I’ve found her. We both know the answer but we search anyway. All of Sandra’s friends are worried sick and her sister won’t come out of her room. I might get fired, just for letting this kid out of my sight.
Sandra 4/1/22 3:09
I started hearing the voice about an hour ago. It sounds like a girl, maybe a little younger than me. She’s whispering.
“Sandra, Sandra,” she says. I can’t bear it. I start to cry, even start to think I should go back, but that would just be another maze of hallways. I need to get to room 308. Then I get an idea. “Where’s room 308?” I ask the voice. She screams. It’s so high pitched and horrid that I sit in a gap of the lockers and hide.
Then I hear, “Come out of there, I-I can take you to ro-room 308.”
I’m ecstatic, but by the voice I can tell that she isn’t as enthusiastic.
“But first you need to close your eyes.”
“What?” I say.
“Just do it,”
“Okay,”
I close my eyes and can feel a slight tug at my arm. Soon I’m being pulled through the hallway by a small hand. I try to open my eyes but somehow they are stuck shut.
“No peeking!” the girl says.
“Why?” I try to mumble, but I know that she can’t hear it. I can barely hear my own voice with all the air rushing against my ears.
We suddenly stop, and I realize that we’re in front of a door. The door is marked 308. Room 308! I look beside me and I see a girl. I realize that she’s the one who took me here.
I’m about to open the door when she stops me.
“Wait!” she says, “I can’t let you go in there.”
“Why?” I attempt to say again, but this time she hears me and stops me mid-word.
“I was the last person to go in that room. It’s wonderful, but that doesn’t last. Soon he’ll take you and you’ll forget everything and-”
“He?” I echo’ “who is he”
She’s about to answer but then I’m pushed in the door by hands that seem much less scared and much more forceful.
I look behind me as I fly through the air and see the girl being held up by the collar of her dress, and she’s screaming again. Holding her up is someone- or something- in a black robe. I shiver, already falling on the floor. I try to run out of the room but the door closes and I can hear it lock from the outside.
Martha Peters 4/4/22 11:38
I’m so worried. My daughter is gone and I don’t know if she will ever come back. I need to go to where she was last seen. It's been 7 days. I can’t stand, can barely breathe. My family keeps trying to help me but it doesn’t work. I need hope. Hope is gone. So I need to keep searching. Whether it’s online or I have to tavel around the world, I will find my daughter.
