This is a continuation of my old project, a thriller based on real life experience. Please read the previous chapters before proceeding.
Silent Night (Prologue)
Silent Night (Part I)
Excerpt from the previous chapter:
“… when she spoke, she spoke with a tone so grave that I was startled to the core. What came from her next was the least expected. Instead of barking the usual commands all she said was a sentence. Not exactly a sentence, but a question. Did anyone of you hear anything yesterday?”
Part II
Light source were scarce in this old school building. Everything was dark when the sun sank into the horizon, leaving hollow shadows, haunting the night as the living refused to step into the desolate area that obscured the Catholic church, the two missionary schools and a Christian graveyard.
The night was silent. The wind was dead, the insects mute. Pale dull moonlight illuminated holy cross on the tomb of the dead, casting malignant shadows that could be mistaken for something else on the land where those who no longer breathe resides for eternity.
It was at three or four maybe, she couldn’t quite recall. The teachers left, not without chaining the main gate and padlocking it, presumably to keep the campers safe within the schoolground and to prohibit them from leaving.
She patrolled alone that night, just like the night before. She flipped no switch, nor did she turn on her handheld torchlight, for she knew the corridor path by heart.
She was tired. However, sleeping was not an option for the camp leader. She insisted on being alert all the time, bearing full responsibilities of what the camp requires. And that, includes safety, which explains why she prefered to patrol the corridor than to sleep.
Step by step, she trudged forward, full aware that she was patrolling the first floor of the right wing, where the band room was situated just a few doors past the staircase. Back then, when the school were run by the Catholic missionaries, the band room was a small chapel. Now that the nuns left, and the only remnant to prove its credibility is but a small cross hanging in the middle of the room.
It was also rumoured that something tragic happened in the chapel, but of what nature, nobody knows for sure.
All of a sudden, the silent night was rudely invaded. Metals clanged loudly against each other, the cruel rattling reverberated throughout the empty school.
“The chained gate!” she panicked.
