That afternoon a school bus bearing the 15 Science Class students of Grade 10 drove from the school, its destination being the haunted house in the woods outside of Crimson Springs. No art student had been chosen for the excursion. It was either they were too afraid or some other reason well-known to Pinmaker. As the school bus drove onto the highway the students chosen for the excursion couldn't help but begin to chat among themselves, wondering how the haunted house would look like. Miss Pinmaker who had also joined the excursion sat near the driver listening to their conversations with a complicated expression which no one could read.Daniel who sat close to the window beside Selene was busy looking out through the glass as he wondered what Pinmaker was up to. He didn't know why but he suddenly had a very bad feeling about the whole excursion. He wanted to tell the others but he knew very well that they were stubborn and wouldn't believe him. Also it was very late now and the excur

Mr. Stark rubbed his eyes and yawned noisily as he sat upright on the chair which he had been seated on since last night. There were several pieces of papers crumbled up on his reading desk, all of them filled with writings and drawings. His face had a tired expression and his whole body was slumped down with fatigue. He had not had a decent sleep since he began the voyage last year. With each sleepless night he had, he was more resolved about finding the abyssal zone which members of the Abyss Cult spoke about.But recently it wasn't the abyssal zone which troubled him, making him fatigued. No, he had actually kept his cool after the whole matter. It was the abnormalities being portrayed by Don and Black. They had been behaving abnormal since they began looking at the black fog through the telescope. With each coming day they appeared more withdrawn to themselves, staying up every night in their cabins as they scribbled away in their diaries. They even began muttering things which no

The veins covered Mr. Stark completely, squeezing him into a roll of crimson red pulsing with demonic aura. The faces on the walls and floor all smiled in unison as they saw him being completely swallowed by the veins. By doing this he was going to be transformed into a monster like them—he was going to become a son of Abyss.Mr. Stark who was swallowed up by the veins couldn't breathe again as he struggled for his life all to no avail. He couldn't even move a single part of his body much more break free from the veins which creeped over his entire body, giving him an undescribable sensation which made him feel as if he was burning while at the same time feeling a great coldness. His body, spirit and soul began burning rapidly so that he was slowly replaced by a different entity—a murderous monster which only relied on instinct rather than reasoning. His entire body went numb as if it was no longer part of his existence—as if the body belonged to another entity.This...can't...be...my

As everyone ran the whole corridor was suddenly filled with a bloody fog that prevented everyone from seeing an inch from their faces. No one knew where they were heading to as they ran without seeing.Daniel tried using his sense of hearing to pinpoint his direction but it wasn't working. It seemed the bloody fog had filtered all his senses. Now he had to rely on his luck not to run into an unfavourable condition. This haunted house had proven to be truly gory as Miss Pinmaker had said. What was her purpose anyway? Did she belong to the Abyss Cult and wanted to use the students she brought for sacrifice?Many questions ran through Daniel's mind but he had no way of answering them. All he knew now was that Miss Pinmaker was an evil person who had lured the students to die in an unknown haunted house.Daniel brought out his phone and wanted to see if there was reception but the bloody fog didn't even allow him see the phone's screen. Even when he brought it very close to his eyes he co

The whole place was becoming darker and creepier, several shrills resounding through the woods. It seemed countless pairs of eyes were watching the quartet from the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to attack them. The bloody fog which had originally being in the haunted house seeped out, spreading slowly into the woods.Seeing this, the quartet had worried expressions as they stared at the building. It had been minutes now but Daniel had not yet come out. It only meant one thing, he was dead."C'mon!" Samson couldn't wait any longer. He had just escaped from the strange mirror and the eerie reflection, he wasn't prepared to go through another bout of scary escapade. He had to escape now there was a slim chance or he wasn't going to escape. He had been lucky and he wouldn't take that for granted.As if the others wouldn't listen to him, he added, "There's a garage at the other side...""I know," Orpheus interrupted him, sizing him up with disgust. Why are you acting like the her