Snippet #2157413

Two of the humans rushed past Clare and disappeared though a doorway into a classroom. Clare tilted her head for a moment, and then ran up stairs to the roof. She waited a while, listening to the noises coming from the front of the building and finally decided to look down to investigate. Her gaze fell upon a group of humans, talking amongst themselves. “You guys… are arseholes…” one had said. “Wait, what happened to the girl we found?”

Clare stared down, slightly shocked at the one who voiced their concern for her. Of course though, he’d of thought she was a human, no doubt. Clare sighed and looked at the other who was holding a book. The object seemed familiar, she was sure she’d seen it somewhere before. The thoughts didn’t dwell long before she shook of the thought, whispering to herself, “What are they doing?”

Suddenly though, a presence was behind her. She turned just to find the ghost from earlier.

The ghost started forward and slashed Clare across the chest, causing her to get launched from the roof. Falling to the ground had a familiar sensation about it, but she couldn’t quite think of where she remembered it from. The girl let out a scream on her way down, then impacted the rough ground with a thud, landing limp like a ragdoll. Shakily, she got to her feet and glanced around at those staring at her, probably somewhat bewildered. She then covered her face with her hands in a vain attempt to conceal herself, even though she knew it wouldn’t work.