Hey there, kids, it's me, Mr. Creepypasta, and before we get started on tonight's story,

I'm going to let you know a bit more about tonight's author.

Mr. Outlaw has a new novel that's currently out.

And if you guys have loved Mr. Outlaw, and I don't mean just tonight's story, I mean,

like his stories for the past few years and the overarching building universe that he seems

to have across these multiple dimensions, then

you're going to love Trigon by Hugh Liu. One day, a massive black pyramid suddenly appears

in the Atlantic, drawing military forces into a vicious siege against inexplicable horrors. As a dwindling

team of elite soldiers ventures into its strange halls, they discover

a threat that defies their understanding of the universe.

A link to Trigon will be in the description down below, and I strongly, strongly suggest

you check it out.

It's only $2.99 on Kindle, and it helps support the author.

And now, on to tonight's story.

We decided to go up to the third floor.

Not sure what we were hoping to find, but where else could we go?

The third floor consisted mostly of smaller classrooms, at administrative office, a small

student pub tucked away in one of the corners. We headed for the pub, breathing, simultaneous

size of relief once we found it empty. I sat at the bar while Rachel went behind it and began

pouring up two rum and coax, both with more rum than coke. She sat next

to me, finished the drink in one gulp, and then buried her face in her hands. She asked

me if I thought Amira was right, if we really were in hell. I sip my drink and told

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