Slaughter House

We searched for a way in from inside the slaughter room and we quickly found one on the opposite side of the room. It lead into the kitchen from a door we hadn't noticed in our search earlier. It's as if it weren't there in the first place when we had come in there earlier.

Every one of us was now aware of our situation and was now desperate to get out of here. Each of us had packed their bags and were ready to leave the wretched place. Yoogeun and I led us all to the broom closet and all the way through the slaughter room. On our way, we crossed Professor's corpse that was still laying in a pool of his own blood.

"P-professor... How could this happen..?" Mina trailed off.

"Come on! We don't have time, we need to get out of this place... now!" I said, shaking at the sight of my dead professor. We ran off towards where the outside door was. Yoogeun clomb up the steps first and turned the handle, but the door wouldn't budge an inch.

"Huh?! It's blocked! I-it wasn't blocked when we came in... it... it..." Yoogeun stuttered. My blood froze. But it was opened only minutes ago...

"Just break it! Break that damned door!" I shouted. Dongjoo, Sanghoon, and Yoogeun hurried around to find something heavy enough to try and break down the door while Hyuntae searched for something sharp to cut it down. No matter what they did, the door looked as if it were a picture, a decoration, just another part of the wall.

"How about we climb down from the window like earlier? The sheets should still be there!" Yoogeun pointed out.

"Everyone, to room 7!" I said, and as soon as the words left my mouth, everyone was heading towards the stairs to leave the horrible room coated in the smell of death. Once we got there, I started panicking again. "W-WHERE ARE THE SHEETS?! I swear that we left four bed sheets tied together here!"

"Maybe they fell out..?" someone said, so I sped for the window and looked down to see nothing but darkness.

"I-I don't know what could've happened... I'm sure I tied them well..." Yoogeun looked confused and frightened, and I'm sure everyone else had that same look of fright on their faces.

"What are we going to do then?" Shinhye and Boyeong whined from behind me. We couldn't just sit there and wait for something to happen. We had to do find a way out of here.

"Let's try breaking down the front door... we might have more success there," I said. Nobody said a word of protest and we all ran quickly down the stairs towards the front door. Sanghoon took some furniture he could pick up and smashed it on the door, while Hyuntae found a few tools he could use to try to open the door with. Every one else helped in their own way, be it by kicking the door like Dongjoon, or simply encouraging the boys like the trio of bimbos.

"This is hopeless! The door didn't even move by an inch!" Boyeong cried against her boyfriend's chest.

"You! Go find a few quarters and try to call someone from the outside! Anyone will do, just call someone," I ordered the weeping girl and to my surprise, she obeyed me silently. I then looked at Shinhye. "You, go with Hyuntae-ssi to the second floor and throw as many bed matresses as you can find out the window. We'll be using them as a cushion when we jump out. Dongjoon-ssi, go with Boyeong. Sanghoon-ssi and Mina-ssi... uh... just try to stay out of the way. Once everyone is done, come back to the lobby!" I ended and everyone did as they were told, while Yoogeun just stood there, staring at me. "Why are you looking at me?"

"You seem desperate... as if you knew about this," he told me.

I clenched my teeth. "If I knew, I never would have come here in the first place."

"So what do we do now?" he asked, keeping his gase on me, observing my every move.

"We do what we need to leave this place, even if it means we have to jump off the roof if that will save us." I felt a sudden chill down my spine so I reached out to wrap my scarf tighter around my neck. However, I only felt my hand touch my skin. My scarf was nowhere to be found.

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Everyone was finally reunited in the lobby as I had instructed minutes before. The first to speak up was Boyeong.

"We couldn't get a hold of anyone on the phone no matter how many times we tried. None of the phones worked," she said and Dongjoon nodded beside her.

"Ok, then it's decided. We'll be jumping out of here and I don't want to hear any complaints," I said. "Hyuntae-ssi, Shinhye-ssi, lead us to the mattresses." Both lead the way to the same room Yoogeun and I had climbed down from earlier: room 7. I peeked out the window to see the faint silhouette of several mattresses on the ground. "How many are there? Do you think it will be enough?" I asked.

"There should be enough to keep us from getting severely hurt," Shinhye responded.

"Ok, nobody is to jump alone. In fact, nobody is to be alone at all times. We don't know what could happen if we're by ourselves." My classmates nodded their heads vigorously. "Ok, who volunteers to go first?" Dongjoon and Boyeon stepped out from the crowd, hand in hand.
"We will." They sat on the window sill and jumped out as Boyeong let out a shriek. I looked out the window, waiting for a signal of their safe arrival and I was glad to see Dongjoon's silouette waving at me from all the way down.

"Any more volunteers?" Nobody made a move. "Fine, then you two will go next," I gestured to Hyuntae and Shinhye. They looked at each other and nodded, heading to where the previous couple had left from. I peeked at my cell phone. It was only 4AM. The couple jumped and waved from all the way down as well.

"Now it's our turn..." whispered Mina. She took a hold of Sanghoon's hand and jumped as well, landing safely. It was now Yoogeun and my turn. We both sat down on the window sill, ready to jump. As we were about to jump off, something grabbed my shoulder and pulled me backwards, separating me from Yoogeun.

"NO! LET ME GO! KIM YOOGEUN!"

"BOHEE! AHH!" The last I saw and heard before being pulled away completely was Yoogeun falling out the window while screaming.

I felt myself get pulled backwards into the darkness. The feeling of something on my shoulder had now vanished but it was now replace by a force dragged me further into the dreaded house. The further I went, the sicker I felt. My stomach was turning and I felt lightheaded. Just at that moment, I felt something hit the back of my head, or rather, squeaze my head, pressing it like a lemon.

After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and shut my eyes tightly. I crouched on the ground, my hands wrapped around my head. When I opened my eyes, in front of me stood two black boots. That was the last thing I saw before finally blacking out.

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