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Marit was looking for a projectile, something to chuck at the ne'er-do-well outside when the man sloughed into view. He looked horrible! For a moment she panicked, trying frantically to think back on those emergency health classes she had taken the year before. She clamored back to her feet and started his way, "Sir! Are you---?" She stopped, something was wrong. "Who's coming?" She fidgeted with nervous uncertainty, fingering the cellphone in her pocket. Should she call for help?

The bloody hand shot an accusing finger in their direction, she didn't know what to do. "Listen, I...I don't understand." She looked down at Kimmie for backup. Something, anything. He wasn't making any sense, he was talking to himself-to them, all at once and she just didn't understand. "Please-" She took a step backward as he took one forward, "L-let us call someone for you..."

The man vehemently was shaking his head at their feeble attempts to stave him off, spittle frothing at the corners of his lips as he took another step forward. "--won't matter, just die, just die!" And he lunged at them, stumbling with desperation.

The girls might have noticed the foul, inky tendrils beginning to snake from around the door frame, skirting across the carpet.

By this point, the man had smashed Kimmie to the ground, on top of her even as his fingers desperately scrabbled at her throat, like he was simply trying to claw it open. "JUST DIE, JUST DIE! I DON'T DESERVE IT, YOU SHOULD DIE INSTEAD!" He was screaming, eyes bulging. Kimmie might see something black shifting above his shoulder for a brief instant--and then his entire torso had been wrapped up. Caught in the ebony web, the man was shouting hoarsely for a moment, bucking and trying to free himself from the lethal embrace.

Unceremoniously, it only took one, hard jerk for the man to be sprawled out on his back. He wouldn't stop screaming even as he was hauled back out through the door, out of sight, save for his kicking, thrashing feet.

There was a loud and wet crunch.

The girls would see the feet stiffen, and then, fall slack. Slowly, they too, were pulled out of sight, and only the messy sounds of something crunching away would fill the void that the man's desperate cries had filled.

He lunged towards them and Kimmie tried to step back, but her foot collided with the suitcase she'd left in the middle of the room as she fell over backwards with a cry, which soon turned to a loud scream when he was suddenly on top of her, his horrible, scabby fingers clawing at her throat, leaving bruises and grazes. Thank the LORD he didn't have sharp fingernails!

"GET OFF!" she shrieked, no longer frozen in fear as she kicked hard, trying to shove him off. But despite her well-toned muscles from her diving, he was a full-grown man, and she was only a teenage girl. He was too heavy for her to shove off despite her constant kicks and hits, the terrified girl screaming all the while. Her hands shot out, trying to find stuff to hit him with - a Disney's 'The Lion King' paperweight, her swimming goggles, a photo frame with a picture of her parents, she even tried the piece of the radiator that had broken off. But nothing! She was going to die!

And then suddenly, something grabbed him, and she was able to scramble to her feet, a scared sob breaking through though no tears fell - Kimmie didn't cry! She was shivering, though, as she backed herself up against the wall, as far away from the door as she could, shaking her head in response to Marit's question that she'd started, the shuddering only getting worse when there was a horrible crunch. No, she was not okay, especially not now she'd actually focussed on what had seemingly 'saved' her. Some horrible tentacles...she knew she never should've come back. Her parents had offered to transfer her, but she wanted to come back. She had friends here.

But she didn't want to die.

Hands involuntarily stretching out in Marit's direction, clearly wanting reassurance and for the two to be together, she choked out another sob before attempting to compose herself, shivers subsiding. "W-W-W-What should w-we do?"

Marit's hands were shaking as she wrapped them around Kimmie. "I don't know! Ugh! I have no idea!" This was crazy, absolutely crazy. Where was everyone? How could they be stuck here, and no one else notice? There was a monster in the hall! She ran her fingers through her hair, squeezing her eyes closed. She was all for the adrenaline rush. But this was not in the program.

The floor moaned, and the thing moved. Marit rushed at the door, slamming it closed and clamoring with the lock. "Move the bed!" She had all her weight against the door, even though it was locked, like her little body could really stave off whatever it was outside. If they couldn't get out, it sure as hell wasn't getting in.

As though sensing the intention, the door would bang and rattle violently as soon as it slammed shut, practically bulging off its hinges. Whatever it was, it wanted in, and it looked as though there was nothing to stop it from tearing the door down itself.

And then it stopped.

The girls would pause in their frantic barricade making, listening desperately for anything, anything at all. A furious banging would scare both of them out of their skins, the handle attempting to twist. "Girls! Girls, what are you doing in there, making all this racket? Open the door this instant!" The shrill woman's voice rang out angrily, the sound of a high heel tapping against the floor. A teacher?

Marit visibly flinched when the thing hit the door, fully expecting it to flatten her and the door at the same time. Kimmie realized their dilemma before Marit did. And Marit followed her lead, counting down in time to switch out. Then... Who was that?

She wasn't opening the door that easily. "We could ask you the same thing!" she called, hand held out halfway towards the lock. Kimmie seemed a whole lot more willing to accept that a teacher had vanquished the monster than Marit was. From what she saw, no teacher could stop that thing. "Where'd it go???" She called again, through the relative safety of the bedraggled door.

(Don't know if you just switched up order for that one post, if you want Kimmie to go again, I'll delete. xD)

Marit was nearly as indignant as the woman outside. "The Death-Kraken that was eating the old guy, duh!" she exclaimed, she couldn't believe this woman was so stupid as to not notice the blood and gore all over the floor out there, she couldn't believe this woman could scare that thing away! She looked to Kimmie for confirmation, but the other girl looked so much more compliant. She was suddenly annoyed.

"I'd rather have detention than be eaten, thanks!" Honestly, what could the woman do? If she was really a person at all. Marit didn't recognize the voice. "You can get the janitor to unlock the door, 'cuz I'm not!"