Insta-Scare : Stories From The Attic

“My mum had this party in Hawaii, and it was so, so amazing. Did you see my posts on Insta?” Leila heard Joanne say as she walked through the hallways. “Uhmmm, I definitely saw, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs cos those pictures were cuteeeeee” Esther replied. “Did you check out Grace's page?” She replied. “They visited Venice Beach” “They? Who is they?” Esther raised an eyebrow. “You can’t mean?” “Who else? She and Jason. There was this picture where she had just a bikini on and Jason’s packs were fire. Sometimes, I wish Mac was more masculine,” Joanne said right before she slammed her locker door and walked towards Chemistry class. “Urghhhhhhh! Can these people go a day without talking about their silly pictures?” Leila said under her breadth with her hands clutching her backpack. As she walked through the hallway, her locker seemed farther away with every step closer. Slowly, the walls began to close in, and the grounds opened. Leila could see nothing but black. The purple paint now cold, black, the tiles the same, the people in the hall morphed into obsidian, gooey aliens and the entire hallway spiralled in circles. “Leila!” Stacy screamed and Leila jittered out of her...