PMD Future: The Horror of Guildly Academy

It was a chilly spring Saturday night, just cold enough for a light jacket or wind breaker. Guildly Academy showed obvious signs of abandonment, most of the windows boarded up. Kirasighi High was built after its closure due to several violent and tragic events. Accidents, deaths, suicide, you name it. Its no wonder others call it cursed. Some even say those who died there still haunt the halls. But ghosts don't exist... right?

You are a student of Kirasighi High, one of six trying to prove yourself by going to Guildly Academy and spending the night without chickening out. The peeling paint, aged wood, and stories of the numerous tragic events are scary, but are you brave enough to come? The front door is open, all you need to do is walk in...

Corey walks up to the house."hmmph. Haunted my ***. It's an old school that was shut down due to failure to maintain the structures foundation. If anything will kill me, it's going to be the roof collapsing over my head." Corey walked up to the house and walked inside. He tried to turn on the lights, but they didnt work."figures the city cut power to the school." He then waited inside for his friends to come in.

Linus walked up to the house, wearing a winter jacket and shorts, one foot in a rubber boot, the other in a sandal. He was sure, that he had nothing to fear. Ghosts are transparent. Glass is also transparent. That means, that ghosts are glass. You can cut yourself on a glass shard and loose blood. Blood is important to survive. Blood also exists. That means, that things that are important to survive exist, so things that are dangerous do not exist. Loosing blood can be dangerous. Blood loss can be caused by cutting oneself on glass shards. Glass does not exist. Ghosts do not exist. Walking into the old, decrepid building, he looked around for his friends.

Chris hummed a random tune for the time being as he walked up to the place with his hands in the pockets of his hooded sweatshirt, instead of his pockets in his sweatpants. He didn't seem to be nervous or affected in any way about the idea of going to a supposedly haunted house. If it wasn't haunted it was a waste of a night but nothing more, and if it was, it would prove pretty interesting and maybe even a bit fun. Getting to the door he opened it and also walked in. "Hey, anybody here yet?" He asked as he entered, wondering if he would get a response from anyone.

Ashe fingered his glasses before putting them on, and walking towards the old and decrepit building. "Why did I get myself mixed up in this? Its completely irrational, and stupid to boot..." His boot came down in a puddle throwing up some water onto his blue pant leg. Sighing he shook his head, and forced the water out with a Psychic push, and walked through the Front-door, and looking around he called out. "Anyone around? Hello? I came as you guys asked."

Esther was already waiting inside the dark, abandoned establishment. She'd arrived here a few minutes earlier, hoping to check out the building before the others came. She hadn't wandered far, but ended up with nothing. Just broken furniture, dust, and silence. What a disappointment.

The humanoid-like Sneasel leaned on the cracked wall, allowing the darkness to cover her. Her arms were crossed, making use of the comforting texture of her dark sweater. Her attire was bland, mostly of black and greys, with just a few reds and yellows in between. Though the less darker colors were overpowered by the blacks, making her camouflage easily with the shadows.

She opened her eyes, revealing her ruby pupils. People were finally coming. One by one, familiar and unfamiliar faces began to enter through the old door. She didn't make a sound, continuing to hide in the shadows. It seemed there was a single person missing.

Kiki arrived a few moments later at the abandoned building, giggling as she said goodbye to a couple other friends who were standing farther away. The Pokemon watched her buddies leave and turned back to the school. In truth, she only wanted her friends to forget about any fear of the Academy, and the plan had worked. As time passed, her memory betrayed her and she slowly remembered of the building. She was supposed to meet some other friends here as well, but that didn't make her feel any better.K stood there for a moment, letting the rather cold wind blow past her.

Her crimson sweater protected her from the wind, but her denim shorts and leggings did not help the situation. The Plusle reminded herself to be brave - it was just an old school that happened to look creepy. That had a history of accidents. And death. And with death there is definitely blood. Kiki bit her lip. That isn't working. she thought hurriedly. The Pokemon began to walk slowly, her red sandals stepping cautiously over any puddles. She reached the door, but to her it didn't feel right to walk in when the group was more then likely to snoop around.

She went through the door anyway, as far as she could see there weren't any windows nearby to sneak through. Kiki walked in casually, trying to tell herself that this would be fun. "Hello~!" she cheered, looking around the dark room. "Is anyone here?" she asked, the cheeriness in her voice slightly fading. She stepped deeper into the room, her sandals making a nice pattern. Her cheeks began to spark gently, giving a small source of light.

Corey turned at all the other people who came. "Looks like everyones here. A few warnings:
1. Dont travel in large groups, the buildings delapidated and could collapse
2. Dont try to freak the others out. We are trying to prove this isnt haunted.
Now i'm going to take a look around. Be alert, it may not be haunted, but there is still structural instability. Dont make the school cave-in." With that said corey went through the main hallway.

He gagged at all the rusted lockers. It had an acrid,putrid smell. It could have been his imagination. He decided to look for the archives, to find out what exactly happened, and what the dangers are. He could practically hear his dad's voice. learn from other peoples mistakes.

Secretly and silently, the front door of the school locked once he left. The only way out. The lock would be jammed til morning. All other doors and windows were too securely covered to be opened. They were trapped . Now they couldn't leave even if they wanted to. A small start of what was to come.