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Happy Cheering

Cheer Hall

Cheer Hall

"Are you going to cheer practice tonight Savannah?" Brandi asked me. "Yes, my mom has to stay at work til 9." I said.

Brandi and I met each other at Cheer Hall. I`ve always had an eerie feeling about that place. It was an abandoned hospital before it was Cheer Hall. And it has a cemetery that is about 100 years old. That made it creepier. We had to practice a new cheer for the upcoming football game. We worked so hard on the cheer, Brandi and I had to get a drink. We kind of got lost and it was almost 6:30, and they didn't send anyone out to find us.

We heard beeping so we followed it. It went away... then we felt breathing on our necks. We turned around and didn't see anything. "Maybe it was our imagination" I said trembling. We heard the beeping again, this time it didn't go away. We saw a white figure pass by. It was 7:00 and still no-one. We were so tired we fell asleep.

We woke up and looked around. We were in a closet. Our cheer coach and our cheer squad all had slices in there chests and blood on their uniforms. "YOUR NEXT..." a voice said in the distance. Our cheer coach got up off the ground and pulled out a knife. "Lets run", I whispered.

I heard a voice saying "Savannah, Savannah, Savannah." I woke up with a deep cut in my chest and Brandi dead.

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