The desire of the dark

Prologue

A few minutes before the exam, I took a gasp at the clock, ticking. The air was strangely crispy and rather unfresh. The raw scent started filling the molecules of the air. Unlikely, very unlikely. It was usually air conditioning or the smell of sweat.

 Tapping on my pen, unwanted memories crowded my head, of when we visited a ruined temple as our bus broke down. It was supposed to be one good enthusiastic field trip, but turns out not to be. Now, everything here brings back the atmosphere there unwantedly. Even the lighting was dim, and the windows were covered."stop it Zoey" I repeated "Teacher!" Someone near her called out, snapping me out of reveri. I looked at her, only to find out her statue-like posture, her head staring at the ground. There were somehow a meager amount of people in the exam room. Few meanings about five unusually. She had to hand out our exam papers but she chose not to reply. Abruptly, the lights started to dance. On and Off. And On and off. A squeaky sound was made, drilling its way into the walls. What even was that? It sounded sharp, possibly a knife. Continuously, my ears heard a baby cry in the pitch-black. The sound slowly swifts, aging in the dark. Initially, it sounded like a five-year-old toddler, but now it sounded like something else. I heard eerie pieces of a distorted, deep voice of it. 

 By this point, I had tried to run away, but from beneath my desk, something cold dripping water gripped my hand. Before I could process anything, the lights popped open into a midnight blue one. The light barely showed us what was in sight, but it was slightly better. A man who stood smiled with a shiny blade of his. "Welcome to the exam," before the voice finishes, the blade has cut into someone's throat. Blood leaks out, and worse the man drags open his throat. Slowly, and slinky. The guy falls on his desk, his paper drifts with blood. Neither my friends nor I get to react to anything. With the grip on my hand and feet increasing in both amount and force, chances to run were purely impossible.

 Watching the cruel sight, the man and I held eye contact, though he consisted of holes instead of eyes. His brain was exposed, and it seemed like he was sewn to his bottom half. Screams filled the air, as well as frustration and panic. The man continues his job, tearing a guy's head off. Another, he squashed the brain off, smashing it down with his foot as it dropped. My friend and I were only to be found, The man approached me. Unluckily to him, on his way his thread got stuck on a chair. He moves in defiance, ripping the sewn part out. His lower part drops, and his upper one? It was left with a heart clinging to the very last nerve that consists of worms. The man stops as something appears in the midnight blue. A statue that we saw back then. It was grotesque and just unhumanlike. The thing opened its mouth, releasing hundreds of flies that filled up my friend's mouth, suffocating her. To death. Reveling the evil aura, they smiled at me. I bit back a wave of horror as it spoke "Repeat your desires, my dear."