Bloodthirsty night

Amy jumped out of bed at eight a.m., like every Wednesday. "I'm going to be late again," she thought. After getting dressed, she decided to skip breakfast. It would take too long.

She leaped through the kitchen in one bound and ran to school. The hallway was already empty. The clock read eight-thirty. Classes had started fifteen minutes ago. Amy rushed to the biology classroom. She wanted to get in unnoticed. She opened the door. Unfortunately, as Amy tried to get into class, Mr. Rumber tried to get out. As soon as he saw Amy, he went ballistic. He pulled her by the ear and, in front of the entire class, gave her a twenty-minute lecture. Afterward, he told her to stay after class, telling her that if she was even five seconds late again, she'd end up on the principal's rug. Then he smiled irritatingly and continued with the lesson.

Principal Bearus was terrifying. Anyone who saw him from a few meters away immediately fell silent, and as soon as they passed, they bowed repeatedly, repeating "good morning." Amy assumed the man was a vampire because she'd never seen him during the day, and besides, the windows in his office were always covered with blinds. Moreover, whenever there was an assembly, Bearus ordered everyone to gather in the dark, windowless basement. There wasn't a single teacher who would say a bad word about him, and everyone, without exception, whenever a student did something wrong, would threaten them with Mr. Bearus. "

Why again..." Lucy, Amy's friend, didn't finish.

"You know what, I was thinking Bearus was a vampire.

" "What?! You must be feeling bad."

"Oh... Listen. Everyone's afraid of him, and he's afraid of the light. So, what could that mean?"

"Everyone has some fears.

" "But people aren't afraid of the light!"

"Do you have any proof?" There haven't been any reports of neck bites in our neighborhood.

"I know, but that's because Bearus is the new principal. He'll get used to his surroundings and things will start happening soon. "

"What time did you go to bed last night?"

"Oh... Stop it. I'm talking about serious matters here, and you're accusing me of being mentally unstable.

" "I didn't say that.

" "But you think so."

"Amy, don't be angry, but you're talking nonsense.

" "See. I'm going home.

" "Am, you have to stay..." Rumber.

Amy sighed heavily and headed towards the hated teacher's office. She entered. Contrary to her behavior, she hadn't been here in a while. Rumber had changed the decor. If it weren't for the fact that he doesn't react particularly well to light, one might assume he was a vampire too. This surprised Amy. Maybe she had the wrong room? No, that's impossible. Although, who knows, she didn't look at the sign. Suddenly, however, the door creaked. The girl hid behind a large, black

An umbrella stand. She did it just in time. Mr. Bearus visited the room. Would her suspicions be confirmed? She waited, uncertain and very frightened. She knew vampires could smell blood. So she quickly examined her body. Surprisingly, there were no wounds. Mr. Bearus sat down in an armchair and dialed a phone number. Amy heard short beeps. After a while, someone must have answered, because the director began talking:

"Hello," he said, "I have something to ask you. It's hard for me to live on vegetables alone; I need blood."

Those words tipped the scales. The girl was already certain, but now another question arose in her mind: "How do I defeat a vampire?" She knew only light could kill him, but unfortunately, there was no device in the room that would emit even a shred of light. So she began frantically searching her pockets. There was a lot in them: a small pocket knife, string, sticks, stones, and many, many other things, but there was no trace of the matches, not a trace. Without them, she thought, I have to find them. Who knows, maybe Bearus has them in this room?

She must have destroyed it that night, because the next day he might be dead. She was so determined that she accidentally opened the knife. It was sharp, so it cut her finger. Bearus smelled blood.

"I have to go, I found the right mortal," he hung up the phone.

Amy was in danger. She had to run, but where? So she lunged for the door. The vampire bared his fangs and took off after her. The girl ran faster than ever; she knew she wouldn't last much longer. She had to hide somewhere. The gymnasium, that was it. She ran inside and quickly tried to turn on the light. It didn't work; the school was out of power.

So how could she kill the vampire now? The first thing she should have done was to run. Amy headed for the school basement. The principal certainly wouldn't find her there. When she got there, she thought, "Where now?" There were countless corridors, but only one led to the exit.

There was no time to choose. The vampire was right behind her. She chose one of those corridors and ran forward. Footsteps echoed hollowly on the wet floor, but she ignored it, just ran. After a while, she found herself at a door. She opened it and ran into the room. She was in the library. She pulled the first book she came across from the shelf and began reading. It was a book on magic. It was titled: "Three and a Quarter, or How to Cast Spells." So she was at the letter "T." She ran further. She looked for the letter "W." Finally, she found it. There was a book titled: "Vampires." She needed the chapter: "How to Kill a Vampire?" After a monotonous search, golden letters appeared before her eyes, reading: "The Way to Kill a Vampire." Amy opened to the desired page and began reading.

"Vampires can be killed by light, ghost droppings—ectoplasm, and a magic spell."

"Ectoplasm! That's it! Yesterday was Halloween, there were definitely ghosts in this school. I have to find it." So she ran out the other door and started searching for the ectoplasm. She'd been running for quite a while, but there was no trace of the green goo. She saw another door and went inside. The room was cold, and in the middle of it was a large hole. It was some kind of bottomless pit. The girl stepped closer. And then a vampire entered the room. Amy jumped into the hole without hesitation. Bearus stayed where he was, only contorting his face. It was unclear whether it was a smile or a grimace.

The girl was in some strange place; the only thing that could be identified was that it was a swamp. Amy emerged, dirty and soaked. She didn't know where she was or what to do now. There were two options: stay put and stay put, or keep moving. The girl chose the second option. After all, if she goes, she'll get somewhere. Amy walked and walked, but there wasn't a single house along the way.

"Where the hell am I?" she thought. "Why does bad luck always come my way?"

After two hours of walking, she came to a hill. She quickly climbed it and began looking around. She saw a huge castle and immediately ran towards it. When she reached it, terrifying laughter greeted her. She couldn't listen. She began to feel dizzy. She fainted. She woke up on a soft bed, and above her was a face. Amy started screaming. The face was transparent! It belonged to a ghost! The figure clamped its transparent hand over her mouth. Amy fell silent, then asked,

"Are-are you a ghost?

" "Yes," the old man agreed, "and I know why you're here.

" "Will you help me? "

"Of course.

" "Really?

" "Yes." You know why ghosts even exist.

"No."

"Because they have business to attend to in this world that they didn't manage to attend to in life. And I see I was supposed to help you." The old man smiled.

Amy smiled back. The ghost helped her up, and they set off toward the swamp. Two questions were nagging at Amy, so she asked:

"What is this place?"

"It's a land full of magic, you wouldn't understand.

" "Ah... but...

" "No. I can't tell you anything more, and if you wanted to ask about that laughter, it's the evil sorcerer's fault, but you wouldn't understand that either. And I ask you one more thing: don't ask any more questions, okay?"

"Sure."

Once they reached the school, the ghost began their duel. Although he was old, he fought magnificently. He wielded his wand with great confidence. And though Bearus was skilled in magic, he couldn't resist his spells and perished shortly after. The ghost vanished, just like the abyss itself. Amy didn't even have time to thank him. Now she was alone in the room. She went outside. It turned out she was in the school hallway. The sign on the door said "biology classroom." The girl went back in. Mr. Bearus's body was gone. There were only ordinary school desks. Amy returned home. It was five in the morning. The girl went to bed. She was very tired. It had been a long night.