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Spooky
Spooky
Ms. Mann
English II
October 24 2017
Unknown Horror
I woke suddenly to the blaring and screeching of an alarm. Its awful noise echoed
through the facility, making sure it was heard by everyone, whether they wanted to hear it or
not. It was time to get up. A quick glance at the clock on the wall revealed that it was 05:45.
Dragging myself out of bed as hundreds of bodies stirred and lumbered about, I walked over to
the wall and slipped into my uniform. On the way out of the barracks, I placed my palm on a
small pane of glass, which recorded my fingerprints and spat out a small piece of plastic. The
card read “Private Gerhard Smith. Class D, security level 5, education level B. Security guard.”
Along with hundreds of other half-awake people, I then meandered out into the main facility.
Sauntering through the gleaming white hallways, I headed towards the west wing armory
to grab my weapon, and swiped my card through a small slot next to the large, heavy doors.
With a smooth rasp, not unlike that which a hydraulic brake would make. I slung the strap for the
assault rifle over my shoulder and grabbed a handful of magazines to slide into pockets on my
belt. I holstered a smaller weapon as well, a small pistol. It fit snugly into another specialized
pocket on my belt. Walking out into the main facility once more, I meandered down the hallways
until I came across my station. I was assigned to watch over the entrance to something I knew
only as “Anomaly 247.3-5B.” That was all I knew about this thing I had to keep safe. The plaque
also had symbols on it that gave little information to me. Several scientists, most likely C-class,
walked by speaking words that I could not understand. One of them halted before the great door
and had his card scanned, then held his face close to a tiny glass plate. The door slid open, like
the armory door had done. They walked in, their footsteps echoing through the hallways.
Time dragged on for the next few hours. As people came and went, my sole purpose
was to stand in one place and be as little in the way as possible. Several times I overheard
people talking about a new set of protocols for one of the anomalies in the East wing, apparently
a result of decreased funding to something the directors viewed as safe. As a security guard,
and an education level B at that, I had no idea of the motives of the higher-up personnel.
Suddenly all of the lights shut off. An eerie and tangible darkness was cast upon the
entire complex. I immediately shouldered my rifle and flipped the safety. A red glow descended
upon the complex as the emergency lights flickered to life. Suddenly an ear-splitting wail
erupted from the walls. A voice shouted over the speakers: “All personnel to emergency
positions. This is not a drill. Head to all emergency exits in a swift and orderly manner. Security
personnel are to escort higher-ranked individuals first.” The voice then began to drone on about
the exits and routes for the areas of the facility. All around me, I heard the gentle thunk of
electromagnetic locks disengaging. I peered through the door I was watching to see if the
researchers were leaving. It was empty. I called out into the empty chamber. No response. It
was then that I realized the empty hallway. An eerie silence descended upon the dimly lit
chamber. Where there was supposed to be hundreds of people waiting to exit the building, the
faint red glow of the emergency lights illuminated only blank walls. I heard a scratching noise
down the long, dark, corridor behind me. I swung my rifle around to aim down the seemingly
Sprinting across the hallway, I slid the strap for my gun off of my shoulder and gripped it
firmly with both hands. With all the force I could muster, I brought the stock of the weapon down
on a small panel of glass in the wall. Reaching into the hole I made, feeling the shards of glass
rip and tear at my skin, I felt around for a lever and pulled. A waist-high slab of metal began
sliding out of the wall, and extended out about half the breadth of the hall. Crouching behind this
new cover, I shouldered the stock and peered through the sights at the closed door, standing
Hearing a faint scratching at the door, only one thought was going through my head. I
need to get out of here. Watching in fear as long, finger like tendrils of darkness creeped out
from between the cracks in the doorway, I waited with baited breath. As the door opened a very
slight bit, my finger jerked against the trigger, pulling it towards me. I felt the gun kick in my
arms, felt it pressing against my shoulder as each bullet was sent in between the doors with a
I knew where I needed to go. Gate A. The nearest exit, and only a couple hundred feet
away. A triple airlock system that made sure nothing unwanted got in or out. Slinging the strap
of my assault rifle once again over my shoulder, I walked tentatively up to the door I had just
been firing at, seeing the bullets that missed embedded in the heavy metal door. Fumbling a
flashlight out of my belt, I flipped the switch on the small metal cylinder. Light poured out. Using
my other hand, I shoved one of the halves of the door to the side. It barely budged. I forced it,
and managed to make enough of an opening to fit through. I stepped through, shining my
flashlight across the walls. It revealed a chamber, approximately the size of an aircraft hangar,
with a massive double door at one end. The large, ominous letters above it read: Gate A. I
shone the flashlight once more around the room, as shadows flickered across the walls. Then,
multiple things happened at once. First, the lights went out. Second, I heard the schlunk of
multiple doors closing. Lastly, the scratching noise picked up again. This time down the hallway
I just exited.
The lights came back on, except this time not just the emergency lights. Every single
light came on. Primary lights, warning lights, emergency lights. The room was bathed in light. I
began sprinting across the massive chamber, as the scratching picked up in intensity and
frequency. I threw myself upon a panel next to Gate A. Smashing a button frantically and
repeatedly, I turned around. Starting from the rear of the chamber, a tangible darkness was
spreading. The lights were going out, starting with the ones at the end of the chamber. I heard
the gate doors stop. Moving into the first airlock, I hit the button to proceed. As darkness spread
across the room like a membrane, I could see the massive metal plates sliding towards each
other. I braced for what was coming. The darkness was now racing across the floor, and I
covered my face with my arms. All I heard was the gentle thud of the doors closing.
I opened my eyes. The doorway in front of me was closed. The doorway behind me
leading to the second airlock was open. I walked in, and hit another button. The doors in front of
me slid closed. The doors behind me slid open. Proceeding into the third and final airlock, I hit
one final button in the stark white control panel. As the doors began to close, the lights went out.
I heard a scratching. I backed up, into the side of the thin airlock chamber. I turned my flashlight
back on again, and waved it around. The airlock chamber was empty. Both doors were closed.
Suddenly, the door leading into the facility started groaning, as if under immense pressure. The
seal in between the two metal slabs broke with a hiss. I started beating my fist frantically on the
control panel, willing it to work. The same dark, misty tentacles started spreading out of the
impenetrable darkness. They reached for me, getting closer and closer.
A blinding ray of light pierced the darkness. The tendrils retracted into the darkness with
a hissing noise. I walked out of the airlock, still rubbing my eyes and getting adjusting to the
light. The first thing I saw was a row of soldiers, rifles aimed at my chest. A senior officer