Simon went to his locker to put his books away and grab his sandwich. “Yum egg salad again,” he grumbled. Since his mom’s accident with the stove she only made him cold sandwiches now, not wanting to repeat the circumstances of the fire. In fact Cat was the one to boil the eggs. “God, she’s a terrible cook.”
As he closed the door he jumped to see a woman standing on the other side of the locker door. She must have been more than a hundred years old, and she seemed to be aging right in front of him. “Your locker’s been changed,” she hissed with breath that was so old Simon could see the exhalation of dust. “Your new locker is on the 6th floor, locker 666. The combination is 6-6-6.”
“Okay,” Simon told her in an attempt to get away from her as soon as he possibly could.
“Get your things there now!” she screeched at the now cowering young man.
Simon grabbed his things and began to head to the sixth floor. Which wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be. He had to take an elevator to the fifth floor, and take the stairs to the fourth, because no elevator goes to the fourth and no stairs reach it going up, only coming down. He then had to take another different elevator, only accessible form the fourth floor to the seventh floor, which was remarkably nicer than the rest of the school. Simon thought he saw a Russian circus performing in an amphitheater, but quickly moved on before he missed lunch. He then took the stairs, the only stairs that reached the sixth floor, to find it was little more than a walk in closet with two pipes slick with condensation inside and three lockers between them; 665, 666, and 667.
“This is weird,” Simon thought as he put his books in his new locker. “I’m probably the only person to use this whole floor.” As he said this two of his more attractive classmates came in and put their books in their lockers. Both girls looked at Simon and openly laughed at him as they took their lunches.
“Great Cindy, now we have a geek staring at us when we go to our lockers.”
“I know Greta, how unlucky are we to have these lockers now?”
Simon looked himself over, a little off put by their comments, and headed after them to the lunchroom, wondering why he couldn’t keep up.
And in the lonely, darkened hallway a locker door was heard to open, from the inside.
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