It was a cool calm night up on the mountain by the four kids neighborhood. The moon was high in the sky, and the air was clean and it smelled like midnight. The streets were vacant and the hill was just woods. The hill had no streets, sidewalks, or streetlights the woods were empty. There were no sounds, no crickets chirping, no leafs rustling or dogs barking just complete silence.
The four kids were going to go up on the mountain because they heard of an abandon school up on the hill somewhere in the woods. It was ten thirty at night and the kids decided to meet in front of the road that dead ends at the beginning of the hill and start at eleven. One of the four kids was Kyle, the eldest one. The other three were Tim, Sarah and Elizabeth. When they all showed up they were all carrying something. Tim, Sarah, and Elizabeth were carrying a backpack full of stuff and a flashlight. All that Kyle had was a hoodie and his dads .44 Magnum and 12 shots.
“What do we need that for?”
“Just in case we run into a bear or something.”
“Kyle that’s crazy we don’t need that gun go take back home and will wait for you here.”
“No Tim I live to far away and it will be one in the morning when I get back.”
The four kids started to walk up the hill. When they were about half way up the mountain they found the school and a stream that runs along it. Kyle started to open the wooden door and when he did it made a long and loud CREEK. When they all walked in the school the door slammed shut and timber and drywall fell had water and blocked the door.
“oh no were trapped!”
“be quiet Tim even the girls aren’t panicking”
The room was musky smelling. The ceiling had water stains from the leaky roof, the walls were stained in dark liquid and graffiti, and the floors were cracked and broken giving you sneak peeks in the basement and every step was a loud crackling noise. The four kids stopped and took a drink because the air was dry and humid. After their five-minute brake they began to walk around the school and started to see long solid streaks of the same dark stain leading into a room. The Kyle lead the way and opened the door, slowly the door creaked open to a soft bump into the wall. What they saw inside were medical beds covered in the dark substance and a long and big bowie knife painted in the liquid on the counter stabbed in at a forty-five degree angle. Tim started to walk around the room and found a old newspaper that was dated “October 19, 1979. On the front of the page was:
MASKED MURDER LIVE ON HOLLOW HILL
Seven dead

“What is this hill called?” Tim stated in panic and fear.
“I don’t know Tim, I thinks it’s called Hollow Hill or something like that.” Sarah assumed
“What’s wrong Tim.” Elizabeth wondered
“Nothing just seven people were murdered on this mountain and I think it was here in this abandon school.”
The four kids continued to walk through the school looking for a way out. Tim, Sarah and Elizabeth were terrified and Kyle was calm because he had the gun at his side. They took another brake and when they did they heard footsteps and rustles behind the paper thin wall and then everyone was scared, but they did not panic, but stayed very quiet and still. After about six seven minutes they heard several thuds and crashes then silence, complete silence. They were becoming very worried and became more nervous and scared. They heard a loud creaking noise as if a close door was being opened. The kids started to panic , gathered up their things and ran.
Their loud footsteps from running down the hallway got the attention of the man and as the group was running a black tall figure appeared at the end of the hallway holding a freshly cleaned, shiny object in his hand. The man noticed the children and saw that one of them had a gun. The group of kids kept running until they saw a heavy metal door, all but Kyle went inside of the room of the metal door. Kyle kept running because he saw how the figure pinpointed on him.
Kyle kept running and running and running until he could not run no more. He heard deep loud footsteps getting louder and louder and louder. Kyle saw a door at the end of the hall way and sprinted as fast as he could

He reached the door and instead of opening the door he crashed through it and the door exploded into a thousand splinters. Kyle flew down the stairs that were behind the door and landed his side crushing his shoulder and the pain paralyzed him and he was only able to move his right arm but he could barley hold the gun and he was very shaky.
The dark figure began to rise in front of the doorway. Kyle aimed the gun at the figures chest and he fired. The figure got a little disoriented from the shots bang but kept walking The gun made a loud bang and it was heard all through the school and smoke started to fill the area after Kyle shot three more bullets at the figure but it kept walking down the steps slowly with more and more distortion and dizziness. Kyle found out that the bullets were fakes and did not have the projectile in it just the gun powder to make the loud bang, but they seem to distort the figure. Kyle realized and went to shot again but all he heard was a high pitched click noise, he was out of bullets and needed to reload but then the figure walked down the last two steps onto the cold solid cement floor. He began to walk towards Kyle with the object ready to pierce Kyle’s skin, but then Kyle raised the gun. He crouched be Kyle’s chest and rose the object above his head and violently swung it forward. The object went through Kyle’s chest as if his chest was butter and now the clean object was now tainted with dark warm liquid that was squirting from Kyle’s chest.
The other three kids were know leaving the room and began to run to find a exit. The black figure rose from the basement covered in dark sweat. He saw the three kids running down the hall and started to chase after them. His object was swinging back and forth in his hand dripping the substance.
The kids were terrified and found a small hole in the wall leading out of the school. Tim began to kick the wall and the hole began to grow in size and the girls were small enough to fit though the hole but it was still to small for Tim. As he began to kick the wall some more he felt a sharp point enter his body and out the other side of him. The warm liquid began to spray on the wall and Tim gradually fell to the ground were he laid in a puddle of the warm cesspool. The girls began to run as fast as they could down the mountain and knocked on the first house they saw. A elderly lady answered the door. The girls told the woman what happened and the woman called the cops and the girls were offered to sleep at the woman’s house for the night and be drove home in the mourning. As the girls walked inside they looked the hill and the saw the tall black figure as it slowly drifted into the night. The next day the cops went inside the house and did not see any evidence of the killings or the body’s, all that was found was four shot .44 Shells and the gun.