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By Thomas Krehbiel
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begun again as the beast started forward, howling as it sighted
another student-victim nearby.
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Tim crossed the courtyard, a large square patch of dying
grass bordered on all sides by unscaleable stone walls, with the
other students until they reached the brass-bound oaken inner door
that led to the school proper. A minute later, it swung open with a
creak, unbarred from the inside by another disfigured servant. The
pitiful looking person waved them inside with a skeletal arm.
The door clicked shut again and the bar was replaced, the
noise echoing eerily down the seemingly endless torch lit hall in
which they now stood. At regular intervals, wooden doors and
other corridors branched off of the main hallway, each leading to a
classroom. Tim sighed and walked through the maze of corridors
until he found the room where he belonged, and turned the door
handle.
It was locked.
Not more than two steps down the hall, Tim heard the door
flung open and a voice boom, "Where are you going, student!"
Tim turned slowly, his heart leaping to his throat, to see a very
angry-looking teacher. The black-clad man towered over Tim,
peering at him with dark eyes that pierced right through his soul.
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He waved a thick and sharply pointed stick in one hand that he
thrust accusingly at Tim. "Trying to skip my class?"
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The teacher's face turned crimson with anger and Tim was
sure he saw smoke wisp from his ears. The room became so silent
a mouse could be heard whispering in the corner.
"Get up!"
With that, he drug Tim to the door, opened it, and threw
Tim headlong into the hallway. The door slammed closed behind
him with a resounding crash.
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crawled, trying to delay the agony as long as possible. No one
occupied the hall -- everyone was either a student, a teacher, or a
malformed servant, none of whom roamed about during class time.
Torches set in sconces along the rock walls lit the way, since no
sunlight was ever allowed to enter the castle.
Tim was suddenly filled with anger. Why did the teachers
treat them so cruelly? Why didn't the students fight back? He
clenched his fists as he thought about how his own teacher
screamed at him just because he forgot to bring a book to class.
He stopped abruptly as he realized how blindly obedient he was
being to those teachers now as he walked willingly to uncounted
days of pain and cold. Well, if they're going to get me, he thought,
they're going to have work for it.
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rumors about from other would-be escapers. He was small and fast
-- they would never notice when he dashed out across the small
walkway bridging the moat to freedom.
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But then the teachers continued on their way, the voices
eventually dying away with the sound of their pounding boots. His
heart beating loudly, Tim slowly pushed the door open a crack and
looked around. No one was in sight. Heaving a sigh of relief, Tim
fell back onto the floor, mentally exhausted. He took a moment to
compose himself, then left the room and continued down the hall,
much more cautiously now.
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Tim turned and ran back down the hall.
"That way!" Tim said, pointing back the way he had come.
"Hurry!"
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lounge that only seconds before had been occupied by dagger-
wielding teachers.
The room inside was furnished with lavish sofas and chairs,
with paintings of various bleak settings and landscapes lining the
stone walls. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, but Tim wasn't
interested in anything but the wooden door on the opposite wall. It
beckoned for him to open it, the handle seeming so close and
inviting. Tim leaped across the room, realizing for the first time
that he was actually going to escape the madness of the castle. He
wrenched the handle.
Out of the corner of his eye, Tim saw the glint of shiny
metal. Spinning wildly, he found a set of keys lying on a table in
the corner. Keys! They would unlock the door! He would be
free! Tim bounded over to the table, snatched the keys, and ran
back to the door. One by one, he tried each of the more than
twenty keys in the lock, pushing one in and ripping it out again
when it didn't work.
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moment a teacher was going to find him and kill him. Just a few
more seconds was all he needed, only a few more seconds...
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Thomas Krehbiel
December 1986
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