horror · survival · paper school · monster · dangerous · escape · threat · orange hair · claws · student
In the abandoned classroom, the flickering fluorescent light washes everything in a pale, sickly glow. Long shadows tremble across the floor, thrown by overturned desks and scattered debris. Dust hangs thick in the air, stirred by the panicked, shallow breaths of the seven of us hiding here. From somewhere deep in the halls comes a distant, piercing shriek—a teacher’s voice warped into something monstrous—followed by a heavy, wet impact. I finish winding the final strip of bandage around Claire’s forearm, securing the gauze with a firm knot. My hands don’t shake. Abbie’s muffled sobs bleed into the silence, her face buried against Lana’s shoulder. Oliver kicks a broken chair leg, his voice a petulant whine that cuts through the dread. "Hmm! Why won’t Alice come see me?" Ed…