The university has hallways and classrooms that have never seen sunlight, built underground to confuse what lived in the hills long before anything was built by people who refused to listen to our folklore. They called us superstitious and blamed clumsy workmen, bad tools and bad weather on all the casualties that painted the foundations in blood before the end of the first month.
We kept our distance, kept our heads down and kept our mouths shut. They didn't believe they needed helping and we weren't keen on sticking our necks out for people who just sent more men into what was fast becoming a slaughterhouse.
By the time they'd finished, no builder would set foot within ten miles of the place just to be on the safe side. How they managed to keep on building more lecture halls and accomodation towers is beyond us but someone is helping them grow and bring more fresh blood in.
It's such a scenic place that a few people are bound to go missing whilst hiking but they can't ever explain away all those poor teenagers who just vanished into thin air. I'm sure they'll be found in the basement, in the labyrinths they made to keep the hills satisfied and contained.
We see them from time-to-time, the missing ones. They wander about at night soaked to the bone and covered in dirt like they've just dug their way out of their own graves which isn't entirely unbelievable. They always want us to help them find their lost friends as if we didn't recognise them for what they really are- the same things that have always come for us at night only now they wear the faces of people we don't know.
It's easier to ignore someone you don't know but we pretend to care all the same- better them than us.
We kept our distance, kept our heads down and kept our mouths shut. They didn't believe they needed helping and we weren't keen on sticking our necks out for people who just sent more men into what was fast becoming a slaughterhouse.
By the time they'd finished, no builder would set foot within ten miles of the place just to be on the safe side. How they managed to keep on building more lecture halls and accomodation towers is beyond us but someone is helping them grow and bring more fresh blood in.
It's such a scenic place that a few people are bound to go missing whilst hiking but they can't ever explain away all those poor teenagers who just vanished into thin air. I'm sure they'll be found in the basement, in the labyrinths they made to keep the hills satisfied and contained.
We see them from time-to-time, the missing ones. They wander about at night soaked to the bone and covered in dirt like they've just dug their way out of their own graves which isn't entirely unbelievable. They always want us to help them find their lost friends as if we didn't recognise them for what they really are- the same things that have always come for us at night only now they wear the faces of people we don't know.
It's easier to ignore someone you don't know but we pretend to care all the same- better them than us.
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