Day 356

She blinked and the school corridor looked different.
Everything seemed less real, flatter almost like a child had drawn it.
In fact as she looked closer she could see that the other classroom doors weren't real.
They were just crayon outlines on the walls in that stereotypically childish style.

The handles were still the same as were the windows.
Looking into the rooms she could see children seated as normal but there were no teachers.
She tried to get their attention and leapt back as their heads cracked round to face her.
They turned vertically, faces warped with pinhole eyes and misshapen mouths.

One of them walked up to the door, staring up at her through the window.
Are you lost miss? The staff room's that way. the meeting is in progress.
As the child turned their body went flat for a brief second, like they were a paper cutout.
The other students continued to stare and point down the hall, eyes unblinking.

She slowly turned and took a few steps in the direction they had pointed.
A quiet thud behind her drew her attention and as she turned she saw that the children were
pressing their faces against the glass so hard that some of them were bleeding.
This continued with each classroom she passed, they pointed then pressed against the glass.

She was thankful that so far none of the windows had broken however worrying this all was.
The further along the hallway she went the more violently they rushed to the glass panels.
By the sixth or seventh classroom they were banging on the door and screaming at her.
They kept saying that she was very late for the staff meeting and that it was down the hall.

This contrast of violent behaviour and plain message was what kept her calm until she found it.
The door labelled as staff room was at the very end of the hallway and was the first real door there.
A wave of relief washed over her as the children suddenly ceased their commotion.
As she opened the door the relief dissipated to be replaced by fear.

The staff room was more like a court room, high benches on either side of her and the headmaster
on a grand podium higher than all the other presumed staff members.
Their faces were similar to the children's only much, much bigger.
Their uniform looked to be patches of skin, she could see faces in some places, eyes rotting.

She was the only human there, poor thing.
One of the presumed tutors beckoned her over to a spare seat where her skincoat waited.
It wasn't as long as the others but she worked on it during detentions.
The screams of a new student declared the meeting's beginning.